The Count's Chauffeur

In Paris, in Rome, in Florence, in Berlin, in Vienna--in fact, over half the face of Europe, from the Pyrenees to the Russian frontier--I am now known as "The Count's Chauffeur."

Count Bindo's retreat near Winchester proved to be a small, rather isolated house near Kingsworthy. It stood in its own grounds, surrounded by a high wall, and at the rear was a...

Before entering Paris, on our quick run up from Marseilles after the affair of the jeweller's shop, we had stopped at Melun, beyond Fontainebleau. There, a well-known carriage-b...

From Germany Count Bindo di Ferraris had sent me with the car right across Europe to Florence, where, at Nenci's, the builders of motor-bodies, I, in obedience to orders, had it...

With a new racing-body, built in Northampton, and painted dead white picked out with gilt, no one would have recognised it as the car which had carried away the clever jewel-thi...

In Hamburg Bindo had left me and gone to see the old Jew in Amsterdam, while I had driven the "forty" south through Lüneburg, Brunswick, and Nordhausen to Erfurt, where, passing...

After luncheon at the Trocadero I mounted into the car, a new forty six-cylinder "Napier" that we had purchased only a week before, to drive to Barnack, an old-world Northampton...

As chauffeur to one of the most ingenious adventurers who ever staked a louis at the tables, and travelling constantly up and down Europe, as I did, I frequently came across str...

Last spring Count Bindo again renewed his lease of the furnished villa on the Viale dei Colli, that beautiful drive that winds up behind the Arno from the Porta Romana, in Flore...

I had met Julie Rosier under curious circumstances only a few hours before. I was on a run alone, with the forty "Napier," from Limoges to London, and on that particular winter'...

The grey February afternoon had been bitterly cold, and for an hour I had waited there half frozen. Since morning Count Bindo di Ferraris and myself had been on the road, coming...