The parents exchanged glances as the guard was pushing them in.
"Be quick and get in," said the guard.
"Mais, monsieur, we dare not. This gentleman says his friend is lying down in a fit, and he is quite mad."
The guard hesitated for a moment, and was about to go and call the station master, when Dr. Riche handed him his card. It bore the inscription:—
engraved in bold letters. The card decided matters at once, and the guard pushing the family away, closed the door and locked it at the doctor's request.
"Riche," said Marcel the moment the guard had left, "you are a brick. We can now sleep undisturbed until we get to Marseilles."
The next morning they arrived at Marseilles, and everybody got out to stretch their legs and enjoy a good cup of café au lait at the buffet.
The party had a refreshing wash and brush up to enable them to enjoy the delightful sea views of the Côte d'Azur.
It was the early part of the afternoon when the train pulled up at Beaulieu. They drove to the Hotel des Anglais, somewhat tired but in the best of spirits.