The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
It was now between five and six o'clock, and we did not wait for the
night to pass before we commenced the task of hunting Dr. Peterssen
down. The immediate result, however, was unsatisfactory. Indefatigable
as we were we learnt nothing, and Crawley proved to be rather in our
way than otherwise. Dr. Peterssen's movements must have been cunningly
made indeed to so baffle us. We went to the railway station, but the
station-master was positive that three such men as we described had
not taken tickets for any place during the day. He could have
identified Dr. Peterssen; of Peterssen's patient or of M. Felix he had
no knowledge.
"There isn't much traffic here," he said, "and we know pretty well who
comes and goes."
"But strangers sometimes pass through," I observed.
"That goes without saying," he responded.
"They might have travelled separately," suggested Bob.
"They might," said the station-master.
"It is hardly likely," I said aside to Bob, "that this would be the
case. If Peterssen and M. Felix have come together again, Peterssen
would not lose sight of his villainous partner; and neither of them
would lose sight of the gentleman they have wronged."
I consulted the time-table. There was no other direct train to London
that night, but a train passed through, without stopping, at 11.40. I
inquired of the station-master whether it was possible for the train
to stop a few seconds to take me up to London, and he answered that it
could be managed. Having arranged the matter with him I left the
station, accompanied by Bob and Sophy. Crawley lingered behind; he had
a flask with him, out of which he took frequent drinks. I had already
arrived at the conclusion that he would be of little assistance in
tracking Dr. Peterssen, but as his evidence might be valuable in the
event of our hunting Peterssen down I thought it advisable to keep him
about us.
"What is your idea?" asked Bob, as we walked from the station to the
inn.
"If I do not receive a satisfactory letter or telegram from London
before eleven o'clock," I replied, "I shall go on to London to see
Emilia."
"For what purpose?"
"To gain some information of M. Bordier. Something may come of it--I
cannot say what; but to remain inactive would be fatal to our
chances."
"Peterssen has a good start of us," said Bob. "He has given us check."
"But not checkmate, Bob. I have hopes that it remains with us to score
the game."
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