"Have we GOT to go all the way to your hotel at Monte Carlo?"
He brought the car to a stop with a squeak of tires.
"No!" he answered. "And, my God, I have never been so happy as I am this minute."
They had passed through Nice following the blue coast and begun to mount to the middling-high Corniche. Now Tommy turned sharply down to the shore, ran out a blunt peninsula, and stopped in the rear of a small shore hotel.