It did not worry me in the least, for in the early hours of calm reflection that followed deep, restful sleep, I had thought out the course I should pursue.
I no longer dreaded pursuit; let them all come, the more the merrier, and I meant to fully justify Mr. Tiler in calling them to him.
I dressed slowly, lingered leisurely over my luncheon-dejeuner, and then ordered a carriage, a comfortable landau and pair.
I meant to lead my follower a fine dance, starting with the innocent intention of giving myself and my belongings an airing.
It was a brilliant day, the Southern sun struck with semi-tropical fervour, the air was soft and sleepy in the oppressive heat.
I brought out the baby undeterred, and installed it, slumbering peacefully, on Philpotts's knees in the seat before me, and lying back with ostentatious indifference, drove off in full view of the detective.
I shot one glance back as I turned down the long slope leading to the Grace-a-Dieu Street, and was pleased to see that he had jumped into a fiacre and was coming on after me.
He should have his fill of driving.
I led him up and down and round and round, street after street, all along the great Cannebiere and out towards the Reserve, where Roubion's Restaurant offers his celebrated fish stew, bouillabaise, to all comers.
Then when Mr. Tiler's weedy horse began to show signs of distress, for my sturdy pair had outpaced him sorely, I relented and reentered the town, meaning to make a long halt at the office of Messrs. Cook and Son, the universal friends of all travellers far and near.
I had long had an idea in my mind that the most promising, if not the only effective method of ending our trouble would be to put the seas between us and the myrmidons of the Courts.
I had always hoped to escape to some far-off country where the King's writ does not run, where we could settle down under genial skies, amid pleasant surroundings, at a distance from the worries and miseries of life.
Now, with the enemy close at hand, and the real treasure in my foolish sister's care, I could not expect to evade them, but I might surely beguile and lead them astray.
This was the plan I had been revolving in my mind, and which took me to the tourist offices.
The object I had in view was to get a list of steamers leaving the port of Marseilles within the next two or three days, and their destination.
As everybody knows, there is a constant moving of shipping East, West, and South, and it ought not to be difficult to pick out something to suit me.
The obliging clerk at the counter gave me abundant, almost unending, information.
"To the East?
Why, surely, there are several opportunities.
The P. and O. has half a dozen steamers for the East, pointing first for Port Said and Suez Canal, and bound to India, Ceylon, China, and the Antipodes; the same line for Gibraltar and the West.
The Messageries Maritime, for all Mediterranean ports, the General Navigation of Italy for Genoa and Naples, the Transatlantique for various Algerian ports, Tunis, Bone, Philippeville, and Algiers, other companies serving the coast of Morocco and especially Tangier."
Truly an embarrassing choice!
I took a note of all that suited, and promised to return after I had made a round of the shipping offices,—another jaunt for Tiler, and a pretty plain indication of what was in my mind.
After full inquiry I decided in favour of Tripoli, and for several reasons.
A steamer offered in a couple of days, Sunday, just when I wanted it, although it was by no means my intention to go to Tripoli myself.
That it was somewhat out of the way, neither easy to reach nor to leave, as the steamers came and went rarely, served my purpose well. If I could only inveigle my tormentors into the trap, they might be caught there longer than they liked.
Accordingly, I secured a good cabin on board the S.S.
Oasis of the Transatlantique, leaving Marseilles for Tripoli at 8 a.m. the following Sunday, and paid the necessary deposit on the passage ticket.
It was a satisfaction to me to see my "shadow's" fiacre draw up at the door soon after I left, and Mr. Ludovic Tiler enter the office.
I made no doubt he would contrive, very cleverly as he thought, to find out exactly what I had been doing with regard to the Oasis.
Later in the day, out of mere curiosity, I walked down to the offices to ask a trivial question about my baggage.
It was easy to turn the talk to other matters connected with the voyage and my fellow passengers.
Several other cabins had been engaged, two of them in the name of Ludovic Tiler.
There was nothing left for me but to bide my time.
I telegraphed that evening to Colonel Annesley, reporting myself, so to speak, and counted upon hearing his whereabouts in reply next day.
Tiler did not show up nor trouble me, nor did I concern myself about him.
We were really waiting for each other, and we knew enough of each other's plans to bide in tranquil expectation of what we thought must certainly follow.
When I was at dinner in the hotel restaurant he calmly came into the room, merely to pass his eye over me as it were, and I took it so much as a matter of course that I looked up, and felt half-inclined to give him a friendly nod.
We were like duellists saluting each other before we crossed swords, each relying upon his own superior skill.
[We need not reproduce in detail the rest of the matters set forth by Lady Claire Standish while she and the detective watched each other at Marseilles.
Tiler, on the Saturday morning, made it plain, from his arrogance and self-sufficient air as he walked through the hotel restaurant, that all was going well, and he had indeed heard from Falfani that he would arrive with Lord Blackadder that night.
Later on that Saturday a telegram from Culoz reached Lady Claire from Colonel Annesley giving the latest news, and bringing down Lady Henriette's movements to the time of her departure for Marseilles.
He promised a later message from somewhere along the road with later information, and soon after 9 p.m. Lady Claire was told they were coming through by the night train, due at Marseilles at 4 a.m. next morning.
Thus all the parties to this imbroglio were about to be concentrated in the same place, and it must depend upon the skill and determination of one clever woman to turn events her way.]
She goes on to say:
It was a shock to me to hear that Henriette still lingered on the fringe of danger, and I was very much disturbed at finding she might be running into the very teeth of it.
But I trusted to my good fortune, and, better still, to good management, to keep her out of harm's way until the coast was clear.
I was on the platform at 10 p.m. watching for the Blackadder lot when they appeared.
Tiler was there to receive them and spoke a few words to my lord, who instantly looked round, for me no doubt, and I slipped away.
I did not wish to anticipate a crisis, and he was quite capable of making a scene, even at the hotel at that time of night.