A bailiff and detective were sent down after the absconding debtor to Southampton--Miss Kingscott had telegraphed up to the Jews late in the evening to say that she had seen him there; but they arrived too late, notwithstanding that the Jews had not spared the expense of luring a special train for them: they never grudged money when hunting money. But they arrived too late! The _ca ca_ and _ne exeat regno_ were both useless. Just as the Havre steamer had cast loose her fastenings, and was going out into the stream, the myrmidons of the law came down with the warrant for Markworth's arrest: the proverb "better late than never" did not hold true in their case, however, for the man they were after could laugh them to scorn with every revolution of the steamboat's paddles. Jewry was "sold" by the Gentile, and there went up a wail in Chancery Lane. Volume 3, Chapter III. ON THE TRAIL. It was not until late in the morning that Clara Kingscott was let out of the cell in the police-station, where she had been locked up, and was taken to be examined before _Monsieur le Chef des sergents de ville_. Although she was full of natural indignation at the treatment that she met with, to gain her purpose, she was forced to dissemble her anger, and answer all the questions put to her in a cool and collected manner. Having taken care also to arrange her toilette and efface the traces of bedragglement, her appearance had its due effect, and Monsieur le Chef comprehended the case in a moment. It was a mistake arising from the want of perspicacity of an over-zealous officer, and the Chef entreated Madame--he begged pardon, Mademoiselle--to accept a hundred thousand apologies for the unfortunate mistake which had subjected her to such treatment. _Trop de zele_ was poor satisfaction for being arrested, locked up, and losing her vengeance; but Mademoiselle smiled sweetly, told the officer not to mention it, and now that she had gained his ear went on eagerly to tell her tale. The Chef listened attentively to Miss Kingscott's narration, making short notes in a memorandum book before him, knitting his brows, glancing at her every now and then interrogatively with his sharp pistolling eyes, and pulling the waxed ends of his black moustache _a l'Empereur_ meditatively as she proceeded with her strange recital. It did not astonish the Chef, however. The French police are never astonished, _Le Garde meurt, mais ne se rend pas_: Monsieur le Chef was only perplexed, but his perplexity grew greater the more he heard. That a murder should have been committed anywhere was not such a very surprising thing in itself; but that a murder should take place in Havre, Havre which was under his own especial supervision, _c'etait impossible_! It was a thing incredible.