CHAPTER VIII A RACE WITH DEATH

“Well, thank heaven the journey’s over!” exclaimed Kit in heartfelt tones as, arrived at Port St. Luc, she and Shirley stepped out of the motor-omnibus which had brought them from the station to the Hôtel Splendide. And Shirley, who retained a vivid recollection of the panic which had attacked her during the night, inwardly echoed her remark with fervour. Like almost any Continental hotel at eight o’clock in the morning, when most people are comfortably partaking of _café complet_ in the seclusion of their rooms, t…