14
I Go in Search of My Uncle
I RAN the car slowly down the road leading to the villa and pulled up where it entered the main road to Geneva. There was no sign of my French friends, and I waited anxiously for some seconds. At any moment someone from the villa, or even the Professor himself might appear. In that case, I could not decide what I should do. I was armed, for I had found a pistol in the pocket of the coat that had belonged to Karl von Emmerich, but with Beatrice to look after, I felt it would be too great a risk to stay and put up a fight. I had, therefore, almost decided to drive on should any of the gang put in an appearance, when Gaston's face, flushed with exercise, appeared over the hedge.
"Good!" he exclaimed, as he caught sight of me. "Here he is, Etienne, safe with th
