"Certainly; monsieur was going at least forty miles an hour."
"Ah, but my errand was important. I am Monsieur Allard, of the household of his Imperial Majesty."
John Allard's name was linked with Stanief's on every tongue in the capital that night. Moreover, he stood up as he spoke and his coat fell apart, revealing the confirming luster of jewels and his elaborately careful dress.
"We are desolated, Excellency," the man stammered.
"Oh, you were quite right, but I assure you that it would be a mistake to carry this further. I am on an errand for—some one not to be questioned. Just fail to remember that you saw me, and there will be no trouble."
He held out a hand in which a yellow coin gleamed alluringly. The officer coughed, and stooped.
"Yes, Excellency. Graciously excuse our stupidity; it is true that the light misled us as to the speed of your Excellency's car."
"Exactly. Good night."
"Good night, Excellency."
"Allard, Allard," drawled Adrian, throwing his levers, "bribery and deception! And under my eyes."