Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
Just at this crises of the affair I arrived in town from my unsuccessful
hunt after the fugitives who had slipped through my fingers at Plymouth.
The superintendent laughed heartily, not so much at the trick by which I
had been duped, as at the angry mortification I did not affect to
conceal. He presently added, "I have been wishing for your return, in
order to intrust you with a tangled affair, in which success will amply
compensate for such a disappointment. You know French too, which is
fortunate; for the gentleman who has been plundered understands little
or no English." He then related the foregoing particulars, with other
apparently slight circumstances; and after a long conversation with him,
I retired to think the matter over, and decide upon the likeliest mode
of action. After much cogitation, I determined to see M. Bellebon
_alone_, and for this purpose I despatched the waiter of a tavern
adjacent to his lodgings, with a note expressive of my wish to see him
instantly on pressing business. He was at home, and immediately acceded
to my request. I easily introduced myself; and after about a quarter of
an hour's conference, said carelessly--for I saw he was too heedless of
speech, too quick and frank, to be intrusted with the dim suspicions
which certain trifling indices had suggested to me--"Is Monsieur le
Breton at the office where the robbery was committed?"
"No: he is gone to Greenwich on business, and will not return till late
in the evening. But if you wish to re-examine the place, I can of course
enable you to do so."
"It will, I think, be advisable; and you will, if you please," I added,
as we emerged into the street, "permit me to take you by the arm, in
order that the _official_ character of my visit may not be suspected by
any one there."
He laughingly complied, and we arrived at the house arm in arm. We were
admitted by an elderly woman; and there was a young man--a moustached
clerk--seated at a desk in an inner room writing. He eyed me for a
moment, somewhat askance I thought, but I gave him no opportunity for a
distinct view of my features; and I presently handed M. Bellebon a card,
on which I had contrived to write, unobserved, "send away the clerk."
This was more naturally done than I anticipated; and in answer to M.
Bellebon's glance of inquiry, I merely said, "that as I did not wish to
be known there as a police-officer, it was essential that the minute
search I was about to make should be without witnesses." He agreed; and
the woman was also sent away upon a distant errand. Every conceivable
place did I ransack; every scrap of paper that had writing on it I
eagerly perused. At length the search was over, apparently without
result.
"You are quite sure, Monsieur Bellebon, as you informed the
superintendent, that Monsieur le Breton has no female relations or
acquaintances in this country?"
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