Criminals -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Extortion -- Fiction
“It is strange that Edwards and the woman should have so suddenly
effaced themselves,” commented Lydon. “If they had a hand in it, you
would think they would have been in at the closing act. Is it
possible, do you think, that this tragedy is simply a coincidence?
That he was done to death by people who had no connection with them?”
Grewgus shook his head. “There is no evidence against them, certainly.
Miss Mayhew has been at Ashstead Mansions every day since she came
back from Paris, that I have ascertained. In her case she has a
perfect alibi. Of Edwards I can speak with no positiveness. Simmons
took a snapshot of him in Paris, and I have had two men scouring
London for him with no success, as we are unacquainted with his
haunts. Of course, for all we know to the contrary, he might have been
lurking in the neighbourhood of that little village of Godime. But,
all the same, I believe Miss Mayhew played a big part in this affair.”
Lydon looked at the detective inquiringly. “I should like to know in
what way you connect her with the case,” he said. “Of course, in a
thing of this sort, I feel myself utterly helpless, so far as my
reasoning faculties are concerned.”
Grewgus smiled. “One would hardly expect otherwise, Mr. Lydon. Up to
the present, you can have had no experience of criminal methods, which
I can assure you are very subtle. Robbery was intended from the
beginning, supplemented by murder, if that was absolutely necessary.
In this case I assume the existence of a cleverly organized gang of
international crooks, with spies everywhere. They find out that the
unfortunate Calliard, member of a wealthy firm, is accustomed to make
periodical visits to the various important capitals, carrying with him
in that small bag an immense amount of valuable property.
“They already know a good deal, but they want to know more, be better
versed in details. They set Miss Mayhew on him, one of their cleverest
decoys. No doubt, the beginnings of the plot were hatched at
Trouville, where he first made her acquaintance and, unfortunately for
himself, was attracted by her. Their meeting was not accidental. They
knew he would be there and dispatched her to the same hotel, to find
out all she could, to make herself acquainted with his movements, to
insinuate herself into his confidence.
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