True Crime & Murder Mysteries Collection. Moffett Cleveland

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      "Yes, sir, discharged from the Paris detective force for refusing to arrest a murderer—that's how the accusation read."

      "But it wasn't true?"

      "Judge for yourself. It was the case of a poacher who killed a guard. I don't suppose you remember it?"

      M. Pougeot thought a moment—he prided himself on remembering everything. "Down near Saumur, wasn't it?"

      "Exactly. And it was near Saumur I found him after searching all over France. We were clean off the track, and I made up my mind the only way to get him was through his wife and child. They lived in a little house in the woods not far from the place of the shooting. I went there as a peddler in hard luck, and I played my part so well that the woman consented to take me in as a boarder."

      "Wonderful man!" exclaimed the commissary.

      "For weeks it was a waiting game. I would go away on a peddling tour and then come back as boarder. Nothing developed, but I could not get rid of the feeling that my man was somewhere near in the woods."

      "One of your intuitions. Well?"

      "Well, at last the woman became convinced that they had nothing to fear from me, and she did things more openly. One day I saw her put some food in a basket and give it to the little girl. And the little girl went off with the basket into the forest. Then I knew I was right, and the next day I followed the little girl, and, sure enough, she led me to a rough cave where her father was hiding. I hung about there for an hour or two, and finally the man came out from the cave and I saw him talk to his wife and child near a bridge over a mountain torrent."

      "The picture that girl saw in the dream!"

      "Yes; I'll never forget it. I had my pistol ready and he was defenseless; and once I was just springing forward to take the fellow when he bent over and kissed his little girl. I don't know how you look at these things, Pougeot, but I couldn't break in there and take that man away from his wife and child. The woman had been kind to me and trusted me, and—well, it was a breach of duty and they punished me for it; but I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it, and I didn't do it."

      "And you let the fellow go?"

      "I let him go then, but I got him a week later in a fair fight, man to man. They gave him ten years."

      "And discharged you from the force?"

      "Yes. That is, in view of my past services, they allowed me to resign." Coquenil spoke bitterly.

      "Outrageous! Unbelievable!" muttered Pougeot. "No doubt you were technically in the wrong, but it was a slight offense, and, after all, you got your man. A reprimand at the most, at the most, was called for, and not with you, not with Paul Coquenil."

      The commissary spoke with deeper feeling than he had shown in years, and then, as if not satisfied with this, he clasped the detective's hand and added heartily: "I'm proud of you, old friend, I honor you."

      Coquenil looked at Pougeot with an odd little smile. "You take it just as I thought you would, just as I took it myself—until to-day. It seems like a stupid blunder, doesn't it? Well, it wasn't a blunder; it was a necessary move in the game." His face lighted with intense eagerness as he waited for the effect of these words.

      "The game? What game?" The commissary stared.

      "A game involving a great crime."

      "You are sure of that?"

      "Perfectly sure."

      "You have the facts of this crime?"

      "No. It hasn't been committed yet."

      "Not committed yet?" repeated the other, with a startled glance. "But you know the plan? You have evidence?"

      "I have what is perfectly clear evidence to me, so clear that I wonder I never saw it before. Lucien, suppose you were a great criminal, I don't mean the ordinary clever scoundrel who succeeds for a time and is finally caught, but a really great criminal, the kind that appears once or twice, in a century, a man with immense power and intelligence."

      "Like Vautrin in Napoleon's day?"

      "Vautrin was a brilliant adventurer; he made millions with his swindling schemes, but he had no stability, no big purpose, and he finally came to grief. There have been greater criminals than Vautrin, men whose crimes have brought them everything—fortune, social position, political supremacy—and who have never been found out."

      "Do you really think so?"

      Coquenil nodded. "There have been a few like that with master minds, a very few; I have documents to prove it"—he pointed to his bookcases; "but we haven't time for that. Come back to my question: Suppose you were such a criminal, and suppose there was one person in this city who was thwarting your purposes, perhaps jeopardizing your safety. What would you naturally do?"

      "I'd try to get rid of him."

      "Exactly." Coquenil paused, and then, leaning closer to his friend, he said with extraordinary earnestness: "Lucien, for over two years some one has been trying to get rid of me!"

      "The devil!" started Pougeot. "How long have you known this?"

      "Only to-day," frowned the detective. "I ought to have known it long ago."

      "Hm! Aren't you building a good deal on that dream?"

      "The dream? Heavens, man," snapped Coquenil, "I'm building nothing on the dream and nothing on the girl. She simply brought together two facts that belong together. Why she did it doesn't matter; she did it, and my reason did the rest. There is a connection between this Rio Janeiro offer and my discharge from the force. I know it. I'll show you other links in the chain. Three times in the past two years I have received offers of business positions away from Paris, tempting offers. Notice that—business positions away from Paris! Some one has extraordinary reasons for wanting me out of this city and out of detective work."

      "And you think this 'some one' was responsible for your discharge from the force?"

      "I tell you I know it. M. Giroux, the chief at that time, was distressed at the order, he told me so himself; he said it came from higher up."

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