Part 3 (1/2)
He seemed to think over the proposition for some minutes; and when he answered me he was calmer.
”I will come with you,” he said; ”if--if any one is to look upon her face again, it shall be me.”
I could see that a terrible love gave him strength even for such an ordeal as this. He began to be meaningly and even alarmingly calm; and when we set out for Raincy he betrayed no emotion whatever. I will not describe anything but the result of that never-to-be-forgotten mission, although the scene haunts my memory to this day. Suffice it to say that we found indisputable evidence of a raid upon the vault; and discovered that the necklace had been torn from the body of the woman. When nothing more was to be learnt, I took my friend back to Paris. There I found a letter from the office of _Paris et Londres_ saying that Galimard was at Dieppe but would be with us in the evening.
The mystery had now taken such hold of me that I could not rest. Brewer, whose calm was rather dangerous than rea.s.suring, seemed strangely lethargic when he reached his rooms, and began to doze in his arm-chair.
This was the best thing he could have done; but I had no intention of dozing myself; and when I had wormed from him the address of the shop where the sham necklace had been purchased--it proved to be in the Rue Stockholm--I took a fiacre at once and left him to his dreaming. The place was a poor one, though the taste of a Frenchman was apparent in the display and arrangement of the few jewels, bronzes, and pictures which were the stock-in-trade of the dealer. He himself was a lifeless creature, who listened to me with great patience, and appeared to be completely astounded when I told him that I desired to have an interview with the vendor of the necklace and the green diamonds.
”You could not have come at a more fortunate moment,” said he, ”the stones were pretty, I confess and I fear to have sold them for much less than they were worth; but my client will be here in half an hour for his money, and if you come at that time you can meet him.”
This was positive and altogether unlooked-for luck. I spent the thirty minutes' interval in a neighboring _cafe_, and was back at his shop as the clocks were striking seven. His customer was already there; a man short and thick in figure, with a characteristic French low hat stuck on the side of his head; and an old black cutaway coat which was conspicuously English. He wore gaiters, too--a strange sight in Paris; and carried under his arm a rattan cane which was quite ridiculously short. When he turned his head I saw that his hair was cropped quite close, and that he had a great scar down one side of his face, which gave him a hideous appearance. Yet he could not have been twenty-five years of age; and he was one of the gayest customers I have ever met.
”Oh,” he said, looking me up and down critically, and with a perky c.o.c.k of his head, ”you're the cove that wants to speak to me about the sparklers, are you? and a d.a.m.ned well-dressed cove, too. I thought you were one of these French hogs.”
”I wanted to have a chat about such wonderful imitations,” I said, ”and am English like yourself.”
At this he raked up the gold which the old dealer had placed upon the counter for him and went to the door rapidly, where he stood with his hands upon his hips, and a wondrous knowing smile in his bit of an eye.
”You're a pretty nark, ain't you?” he said, ”a fine slap-up Piccadilly thick-un, s' help me blazes; and you ain't got no bracelets in your pockets, and there ain't no more of you round the corner. Oh, h.e.l.l! but this is funny!”
”I am quite alone,” I said quickly, seeing that the game was nearly lost, ”and if you tell me what I want to know, I will give you as much money as you have in your hand there, and you have my word that you shall go quite free.”
”Your word!” he replied, looking more knowing than ever; ”that's a ripping fine Bank of Engraving to go on bail on, ain't it? Who are you, and how's your family?”
”Let's stroll down the street, any way you like,” said I, ”and talk of it. Choose your own course, and then you will be sure that I am alone.”
He looked at me for a minute, walking slowly. Then suddenly he stopped abruptly, and put his hand upon a pocket at his waist.
”Guv'ner,” he said, ”lay your fingers on that; do you feel it? it's a Colt, ain't it? Well, if you want to get me in on the bow, I tell you I'll go the whole hog, so you know.”
”I a.s.sure you again that I have no intention of troubling you with anything but a few questions; and I give you my word that anything you tell me shall not be used against you afterwards. It's the other man we want to catch--the man who took the green diamonds which were not shams.”
This thought was quite an inspiration. He considered it for a moment, standing still under the lamp; but at last he stamped his foot and whistled, saying:--
”You want him, do you? well, so do I; and if I could punch his head I'd walk a mile to do it. You come to my room, guv'ner, and I'll take my chance of the rest.”
The way lay past the Chapel of the Trinity, and so through many narrow streets to one which seemed the center of a particularly dark and uninviting neighborhood. The man, who told me in quite an affable mood that his name was Bob Williams, and that he hoped to run against me at Auteuil, had a miserable apartment on the ”third” of a house in this dingy street; and there he took me, offering me half-a-tumbler of neat whisky, which, he went on to explain, would ”knock flies” out of me. For himself, he sat upon a low bed and smoked a clay pipe, while I had an arm-chair, lacking springs; and one of my cigars for obvious reasons.
When we were thus accommodated he opened the ball, being no longer nervous or hesitating.
”Well, old chap,”--I was that already to him--”what can I tell you, and what do you know?”
”I know this much,” said I; ”last month the grave of Madame Brewer at Raincy was rifled. The man who did it stole a necklace of green diamonds, real or sham, but the latter, I am thinking.”
”As true as gospel--I was the man who took them, and they were sham, and be d.a.m.ned to them!”
”Well, you're a pretty ruffian,” I said. ”But what I want to know is, how did you come to find out that the stones were there, and who was the man who got the real necklace I made for Madame Brewer only a few months ago?”
”Oh, that's what you want to know, is it? Well, it's worth something, that is; I don't know that he ain't a pard of mine; and about no other necklace I ain't heard nothing. You know a blarmed sight too much, it seems to me, guv'ner.”