The Greatest Murder Mysteries - Dorothy Fielding Collection. Dorothy Fielding

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СКАЧАТЬ madame, bonsoir monsieur." He held out his hand to the chief clerk, who snatched at it automatically.

      There was a click, an oath from the head clerk, who stood twisting his wrists with handcuffs on them.

      "Don't be alarmed, Miss West. It's me, Chief Inspector Pointer. I saw you read my name. M. Meunier and I thought we would let this gang hang themselves. As for the chaps he's shouting for, they're safely under lock and key in one of the cupboards, out of sight and sound. I can't have them taken away yet because of our friend, Mr. Beale. He's such a suspicious customer, and it's especially him I'm after." He turned to the clerk.

      "Now look here." Pointer spoke excellent French—a war benefit. "If you want a lighter sentence assist the law now."

      The man was utterly cowed. He burst into a flood of protests, excuses, and accusations of Beale, whose money had corrupted an honest man.

      "Now look here," Pointer said again. "When Mr. Beale comes, open the door to him exactly as if nothing had happened. Close and bolt it behind him, and leave the rest to us. If you do this M. Meunier may put in a word for you to the police."

      M. Meunier, who evidently believed in not interfering with another man's job, now nodded assent.

      The clerk tremblingly assured them that he would do his very best.

      M. Meunier again nodded. "It will be a question of twenty years for you if you do not," he threw in.

      The Chief Inspector went on to amplify his instructions.

      "When Mr. Beale comes, show him in as I said. This room will be empty. I want him to talk before witnesses. Say that both messieurs—Mr. Beale need not know anything about this lady till afterwards—are tied up and are being guarded by the other men. Ask him for payment before you let him have the papers. Be sure and tell him explicitly that these are the papers taken by force from M. Meunier. You are a lawyer's clerk and understand what is wanted. We wish Mr. Beale to incriminate himself hopelessly before witnesses. We shall be listening with the door ajar. I shall open it wider when you are to hand the papers to the American. You understand?"

      The frightened man said that he did and would do his best.

      "It may make all the difference in your life how good your best is," M. Meunier warned him grimly.

      Christine took an impulsive step forward.

      "Oh, Mr. Pointer, what have you found out? Will it free John? Will it free him?"

      "As to freeing him, that depends on himself, as you know, Miss West. If a man won't speak, won't give an alibi—"

      "Ah, but he will now," put in M. Meunier; "the brave Carter! He can speak now. He signaled to me by means of the half-drawn curtain when he was arrested that he would say nothing till I gave the word. It was part of our contract, and vitally necessary, but the time for silence will have passed once these papers are in safe keeping, as they will be before morning. See, here is 'Yes'"—he handed her a slip of paper from his pocket-book—"that means just that to our friend—'Yes, you can speak. Yes, a great, an immense fortune is yours. Yes, all is well, and if we get M. Beale—'"

      "Hush!"

      A light ring sounded at the door.

      Pointer glanced at his watch.

      "That's him. Now, then, Daru, see that you play your part well."

      The man nodded eagerly. The three took their places Inside the room which opened out of the one they had been in.

      "But why aren't they in here? And the papers—the papers, where are they? Quick!"

      "I have them," the head clerk answered calmly. He was acting most convincingly. "I have the papers, monsieur, but I think we should have a little further understanding before I hand them over. I think you should raise the price you promised if all went well. All has gone well. What do you suggest?"

      Mr. Beale looked at him a moment in silence.

      "Not one cent more will I pay. You don't know whom you're talking to. I'm not a man to browbeat. Our terms were generous and you accepted them. I don't say that we won't add an extra something if the papers are what we think, but that will be after they are in our hands, not before. And now, no nonsense, my man; I'm armed."

      "Here are the papers, then," the clerk said sulkily. Mr. Beale snatched them from him, then he spun around on his heel.

      "Who signed—what—" his eyes had fallen on the signature of the second witness, "Alfred Pointer, Chief Inspector, New Scotland Yard, London."

      "Evening, Mr. Beale." The signatory in person stepped into the room, bowed civilly, and passed on through the other door. "Come this way, Daru. M. Meunier wishes to talk with the gentleman."

      Christine made a motion to follow, but the Frenchman stopped her.

      "By no means, mademoiselle. You represent the interests of your friend. Pray be seated here. Now, monsieur, let us have an understanding. These papers belong to me. Thank you"—as he took them over—"They are worth much to you?"

      "It's a trap." Mr. Beale looked dangerous. "I see! It's a damned trap."

      "But exactly! And behold you in it! In the very middle of it; and the trap, my friend, is a good one, very strong. Now, to begin again—on the one hand there is the 'phone there by mademoiselle, and the Prefecture, and a French prison—"

      "I guess not! I'm an American, an editor of—"

      The Frenchman shrugged amused shoulders.

      "You may be an American, Monsieur, but I am a Frenchman, and this is France. I can assure you that we are no respector of persons here. You have broken French laws, and in a French prison you will assuredly stay for an unpleasantly long term unless you are shrewd enough to accept my terms."

      "Well?" jerked out Mr. Beale.

      "Mademoiselle, do you understand the position?"

      "Not in the least."

      "This man is a director in a very large silk spinning and weaving concern in America. Your fiancé has made a marvelous discovery—an invention, epoch making, of an electric shuttle and a circular loom which permits of silk being turned out at about one-tenth of its present cost. When the first step of the idea came to him, he offered his patent to the Amalgamated Society. They did not understand its importance then, neither did he. They what you call 'turned it down.' He went on from that first step to other steps, and offered the patent to us. We could not believe it possible at first, but accepted it provisionally, provided it worked out as claimed. Meanwhile the Amalgamated had learnt something of the new discovery. Some tracing of a part must have fallen into their hands. They decided to kill it, for it is a revolution, this idea of Mr. Carter's. Mr. Carter met me secretly in Brussels and worked at a loom I built to his instructions. At first there were hitches, now here, now there, but at last has come absolute success. That was when Mr. Beale stepped in, and had him arrested for robbery. Diamond rings—pendants—bah! A huge fortune was already all but assured Mr. Carter. My firm could not finally sign, however, until a full trial at our own works had gone off successfully, and until we had had time to dispose of our existing stocks of silk. All this needed absolute secrecy. Mr. Beale, being in silk, knew this too. Part of the plans he may have, but the vital parts he could not be in possession СКАЧАТЬ