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About an hour later, say half-past two.
Good. Hastings, you remain here with it till I send a dray. Get it loaded up and see it yourself to the Yard. You can then go off duty. You, Palmer, come with me.
The report continued:
His next visit was to the Telephone Central. Here at first they were not keen to give him any information, but on producing his card and confidentially explaining his business to the head of the department, he obtained what he wanted. Inquiries were made from Calais by wire, and after a considerable delay he was informed that at 2.32 and 2.44 on the Tuesday in question calls were made on Paris. The demand came from the public call office and were for the following numbers: Passy 386 and Nord 745. When La Touche found from the directory that these numbers were those of M. Boiracs house and office respectively, he could hardly refrain from laughing aloud.
None. Its too closely shuttered, and it only opens into a courtyard.
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.
I do not think so, returned La Touche, who again could not but feel a kind of rueful admiration for this ingenious ruffian. Your statement has been very complete.
He took a piece of paper and wrote down the hours at which they definitely knew the manufacturers whereabouts. At 7.30 on Tuesday evening he was in London at Johnsons carting establishment in Waterloo Road. From 10.00 till 11.00 next morning, Wednesday, he was with Hill, getting the cask from Waterloo to the shed. He could not have left London in the interval, so this meant that he must have been in the English capital from 7.30 oclock on Tuesday evening till 11.00 on Wednesday morning. Then he was at the H?tel Maximilian in Brussels at 11.00 on that same Wednesday evening. So much was certain beyond doubt or question.
Ah, messieurs, he greeted them, so you are here already. Any luck?
Your torch, La Touche! he cried, and then he saw what it was. Tied to the switch was a length of fishermans gut. Practically invisible, it passed down the wall and through a tiny hole in the floor. Any one pulling it from below would switch off the light.
Somebodys been before us, he said. Theres precious little here.
Burnley agreed, and when they had had some lunch they rang up the S?ret from the nearest call office.
At first Dr. Martin could hardly believe his eyes as they rested on the fatal headlines. That Felix, his friend, his trusted companion, should be arrested! And for murder! The thought was so incredible, so utterly horrible, he could not take it in. But, unlike the nightmare to which he compared it, the idea had permanence. Though his thoughts might wander, it was always there, grim and terribly definite, for them to return to.
However, the next step was clear. La Touche must see Boiracs hand, and, if there was a scar, Hill must see it, too.
M. Chauvet listened with close attention to the report of the days proceedings and, after Lefarge ceased speaking, sat motionless for several seconds, buried in thought. Then, like a man who arrives at a decision he spoke:
So far so good. M. Boirac had then, beyond any doubt or question, telephoned about 2.45 on Tuesday and had instructed the butler to take his bag to the Gare du Nord, as he had said. Further, he had called there himself and got the bag. So much was certain. But the statement he made of his movements on Sunday and Monday, and the unpacking of the cask on Monday night still remained to be tested. Lefarge spoke again:
Absolutely none. I state most positively that nothing passed between us which Boirac might not have seen or heard.
They had reached the City and were rapidly approaching Scotland Yard. The Inspector gave instructions for the car to be turned and run slowly through the quieter streets. Then he bent over to the now almost frantic man.
MR. HARKNESS,
There can be no reasonable doubt of that.
Determined to lose no time in completing his work, Martin returned direct to the offices of Messrs Clifford and Lewisham. But there the days work was over, and all but one or two junior clerks had already left. The doctor therefore made an appointment for the next day and, with a glow of righteous self-satisfaction, went home to tell his family what he had done.