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No, except this. Onlet me see, what night was it? Monday, I thinkyes, Monday, the 5th of April, a couple of friends turned in, and we wanted a rubber of bridge. I went round to St. Malo to see if Felix would make a fourth. That was about 8.30 oclock. At first he hesitated, but afterwards he agreed to come. I went in and waited while he changed. The study fire had just been freshly lighted and the room, and indeed the whole house, was cold and cheerless. We played bridge till nearly one. The next thing we heard was that he was in St. Thomass Hospital, prostrated from a mental shock. Not professionally, but as a friend, I went to see him, and then he told me about the cask.
Hallo, Felix! cried the new-comer heartily. Glad to see youre at home. When did you get back?
I am perhaps impertinent in addressing mademoiselle, but I assure her no impertinence is meant. I am the inventor of a new device for typewriters, and I try to get opinion of every expert operator I can find on its utility. Perhaps mademoiselle would permit me to describe it and ask hers?
So perished one of the most callous and cold-blooded criminals of the century.
Quite, except for the housekeeper.
I cant tell you how long it has been at the office. I am only there myself six or seven weeks.
What time did M. Boirac come in?
He could not tell whether the manufacturer had walked in the Bois de Vincennes before lunching at Charenton, nor if he had gone up the Seine after it. He could not trace his having dined in any of the cafs of the Place de la Bastille. He had not proved that he went to Malines or called at his brothers house, nor did he know if he had been present at the opera in Brussels.
You didnt stop on the way?
A faint click of what seemed to be the entrance gate of the drive recalled him with a start to his present position. Footsteps sounded on the gravel, firm, heavy footsteps, walking quickly. A man was approaching the house.
The Chiefs prophecy was fulfilled earlier than even he expected. Only an hour later they had news. Evidently believing himself secure in the destruction of the only two men who, so far as he was aware, knew enough to convict him, Boirac, after setting the house on fire, had gone openly to his club. A detective who went there to make inquiries, found him calmly sitting smoking in the lounge. He had, it appeared, made a desperate effort to escape arrest, and attempted to shoot the officer. Then, seeing it was all up with him, he turned the revolver upon himself, and, before he could be stopped, shot himself through the head.
He remained conversing for a few minutes, making himself agreeable to the old man and telling him some of the adventures he had met with during his career. The more he saw of Fran?ois, the more he came to respect him, and he felt increasingly certain the old mans statement was to be believed and that he would not lend himself to anything dishonourable.
At nine oclock that evening the usual meeting was held in the Chiefs room at the S?ret.
Hardly had Clifford finished reading the letter when a young man was announced. He was tall and slight, with dark hair and eyes, a small black moustache and a short, hooked nose, which gave him something of the appearance of a hawk.
Now, Mr. Gordon, can you recollect what, if any, other persons travelled with you in the bus?
By the time he again reached the city it was one oclock. He decided he would lunch at the Gresham, and pursue his investigations among the staff.
Come on, Mallet, La Touche called. Dont waste time. We must get out of this.
M. Boirac and I became good friends over his collection, and, on his invitation, I several times repeated my call during subsequent visits to Paris.
Come in, monsieur, said the other. I have an appointment in another part of Paris shortly, but I can give you ten minutes. He led the way into his private room and waved his visitor to a chair.