The Car of Destiny

by C.N. Williamson, A.M. Williamson

"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 fiancee," 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 Casa Trianas; nor that my father was banished from Spain. For the King was not born, therefore he was not responsible; so why should I blame him for anything that has happened to me? It was perhaps ill-judged to visit my father's land, since to him it had been a land forbidden. But a few months after his death, when I was twenty-one, the longing to see Spain had become an obsession. And it must have been my evil star which influenced an anarchist to throw a bomb at a royal personage on the very day I arrived at Barcelona, thinly "disguised" under an English name. My identity was discovered at once, as the son of the great dead Carlist. I was suspected and clapped into a cell, to wait until my innocence could be proved. This was not easy; but, on the other hand, there was no proof against me; and after an experience which scourged my pride and emptied my purse, I was released, only to be politely but firmly advised never again to show the undesirable face of a Casa Triana in Spain.

376 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1907

About the author

Charles Norris Williamson, 1859–1920, British writer and journalist

Reviews

[Hannah · Rating 5 out of 5]

This one's a bit different from the usual Williamson fare. The main similarity is in a car and in travel, but we have a bit of a Romeo-and-Juliet scenario here, with even an unscrupulous rival who will stop at nothing to keep Ramón from getting Monica. A king and his bride even take a hand in events, as well as rich American Dick Waring, Ramón's best friend, his chauffeur Peter Ropes, and Mr. and Miss O'Donnel, Irish-Spaniards, otherwise known as the Cherub and Pilar. Even the brave bull Vivillo has his part to play.
A colorful story with a satisfying conclusion!