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The chase led down to the Grands Boulevards to Bellini��s in the Avenue de l��Opera. Here Boirac entered, followed by his shadower.

��The information I want is this. Can you put me in touch with this young lady? Do you know her address?��

Captain M��Nabb was a big, rawboned Ulsterman, with a hooked nose and sandy hair. He was engaged in writing up some notes in his cabin.

Mr. Felix hesitated.

Further questions showed that both men were convinced the hand was real, though neither could advance any grounds for their belief other than that he ��knew from the look of it.�� The Inspector was not satisfied that their opinion was correct, though he thought it probable. He also noted the possibility of the cask containing a hand only or perhaps an arm, and it passed through his mind that such a thing might be backed by a medical student as a somewhat gruesome practical joke. Then he turned to Harkness again.

��There was nothing suspicious about it. It bore the label of a well-known and reputable firm, and was invoiced as well as stencilled, ��Statuary only.�� It was a receptacle obviously suitable for transporting such goods, and its weight was also in accordance. Unless in the event of some suspicious circumstance, cases of this kind are seldom opened.��

The head clerk approached with a letter in his hand.

The manager was absent for a few moments, returning with a tall young man in the uniform of a porter.

��Did you write or wire to Le Gautier?��

He stepped into the adjoining bedroom and closed the door. Then taking a sample of Boirac��s writing from his pocket-book, he compared the signature with that of the testimonial. After a careful scrutiny he was satisfied the latter was genuine. He returned to the girl and handed her the document.

For answer Lefarge held out the sheet which Felix had given to Burnley during their midnight conversation at the villa of St. Malo. As M. Le Gautier read it the look of wonder on his expressive face deepened.

And then suddenly he saw it. What could be more obvious than to go by an earlier train and to break the journey at Calais? How would this time table work?

��He was a man of about middle height, rather slightly and elegantly built. He was foreign-looking, French, I should say, or even Spanish, with dark eyes and complexion, and black hair. He wore a short, pointed beard. He was dressed in blue clothes of good quality, with a dark-green or brown Homburg hat, and black shoes with light spats. I did not observe his collar and tie specially, but he gave me the impression of being well-dressed in such matters of detail. He wore a ring with some kind of stone on the little finger of his left hand.��