Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
‘That is so.’
‘So that you must have met your friend at Châtelet about twenty past
eleven?’
‘About that, I should think.’
‘Now your friend. I should like a note of his name and address.’
‘His name I have already given you, Myron H. Burton. His address I
unfortunately cannot, as I do not know it.’
‘His home address, then?’
‘I don’t know that, either. I met him in an hotel in New York. We
played billiards together a few times and became friendly enough, but
not to the extent of exchanging our family histories.’
‘When was that, M. Boirac?’
‘In the summer of 1908, no, 1909, three years ago.’
‘And the hotel?’
‘The Hudson View, the one that was burnt out last Christmas.’
‘I remember, a terrible business, that. Your friend went by the 12.35
to Orléans. He was staying there I suppose?’
‘No, he was changing there and going on, though where he was going I
do not know. He told me this because I remarked on his choosing such
a train--it does not get in until about 4.30--instead of sleeping in
Paris and going by an early express that would do the journey in two
hours.’
‘Oh, well, it is not of much importance. The only other thing, I
think, is the name and address of your wife’s maid.’
M. Boirac shook his head.
‘I’m sorry I can’t give you that either. I only know her as Suzanne.
But I dare say François or some of the other servants would know it.’
‘I shall have, with your permission, to send a man to look over the
house, and he can make inquiries. I am sure, M. Boirac, we are
extremely obliged to you for your information. And now, what about
the formal identification of the body? I have no doubt from what you
say it is indeed that of your wife, but I fear the law will require a
personal identification from you. Would it be convenient for you to
run over to London and see it? Interment has not yet, I understand,
taken place.’
M. Boirac moved uneasily. The suggestion was clearly most unwelcome
to him.
‘I needn’t say I would infinitely prefer not to go. However, if you
assure me it is necessary, I can have no choice in the matter.’
‘I am exceedingly sorry, but I fear it is quite necessary. A personal
examination is required in evidence of identification. And if I might
make a suggestion, I think that the visit should be made as soon as
convenient to you.’
The visitor shrugged his shoulders.
‘If I have to go, I may as well do it at once. I will cross to-night
and be at Scotland Yard at, say, 11.00 to-morrow. It is Scotland
Yard, I suppose?’
‘It is, monsieur. Very good. I will telephone to the authorities
there to expect you.’
The Chief rose and shook hands, and M. Boirac took his leave. When he
had gone, M. Chauvet jumped up and went to the screen.
‘Get half a dozen copies of that statement and the questions and
answers typed at once, mademoiselle. You can get a couple of the
other girls to help you.’
He turned to the two detectives.
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