CHAPTER EIGHTThey made good time to the little Principality of Monaco arriving in the late afternoon on the next day. Martina’s first view was the sun gleaming on the marvellous pink palace, built high on a cliff overlooking the harbour.
The town of Monte Carlo rose steeply and behind it the hills reared even higher. She took a long breath of happy expectation.
They had already eaten on board and were now ready to disembark. Hugh took their passports to the Harbour Master’s Office and returned with all kinds of useful information.
“There is a concert at the Grand Theatre tonight,” he announced, “and it is strongly rumoured that the Prince will be present.”
Everyone agreed that they wanted to see His Serene Highness Prince Charles III, who had ruled Monaco for thirty-four years.
But Ma
