The Car of Destiny

								


                                  THE

                             CAR OF DESTINY

                                   BY

                       C. N. AND A. M. WILLIAMSON

                                  [Logo]
Illustrations by Armand Both
NEW YORK
THE McCLURE COMPANY
MCMVII

*OTHER BOOKS BY THE SAME AUTHORS*



      Lady Betty Across the Water,

      My Friend the Chauffeur,

      The Princess Virginia,

      etc.

               Copyright, 1907, by The McClure Company

               Copyright, 1906, by McClure, Phillips & Co.

                              [Lady Monica]



                               LADY MONICA

                                  To

                     Doña María del Pilar Harvey,

                    We Dedicate This Spanish Story



                                                C.N. and A.M. Williamson

CONTENTS

The King's Car
The Girl
The Guest Who Was Not Asked
"I Don't Threaten--I Warn"
A Mystery Concerning a Chauffeur
Puzzle: Find the Car
The Impudence of Showing a Handkerchief
Over the Border
A Stern Chase
The Unexpectedness of Miss O'Donnel
María del Pilar to the Rescue
Under a Balcony
What Happened in the Cathedral
Some Little Ideas of Dick's
How the Duke Changed
A Secret of the King's
Like a Thief in the Night
The Man Who Loved Pilar
A Parcel for Lieutenant O'Donnel
The Magic Word
The Duchess's Hand
The Luck of the Dream-Book
The Glorification of Monica
The Goodwill of Mariquita
What Cordoba Lacked
In the Palace of the Kings
Moonlight in the Garden
Let Your Heart Speak
The Garden of Flaming Lilies
The Hand Under the Curtains
Behind an Iron Grating
On the Road to Cadiz
The Seven Men of Ecija
The Race
The Moon in the Wilderness
Wiles and Enchantments
Dreams and an Awakening
The Fountain
Day After To-morrow
Through the Night
The Fifth Bull; and After

                                    I

THE KING'S CAR

"Motor to Biarritz? You must be mad," said Dick Waring.
"Why?" I asked; though I knew why as well as he. "A nice way to receive an
invitation."
"If you must know, it's because the King of Spain will be there, visiting
his English fiancée," Dick answered.
"I wish him happiness," said I. "I hear he's a fine young fellow. Why
isn't there room in Biarritz for the King and for me?"
"The detectives won't think there is, nor will they give you credit for
your generous sentiments," said Dick.
"They won't know I'm there."
"They knew when you went to Barcelona, from Marseilles."
This was a sore subject. It is not my fault that my father was as
recklessly brave a general, and as obstinately determined a partisan as
Don Carlos ever had. If I had been born in those days, it is possible that
I should have done as my father did; but I was not born, and therefore not
responsible. Nor was it the King's fault that we lost our estates which my
ancestors owned in the days of Charles V; nor that we lost our fortune, we