Part 34 (2/2)
But the Chief of Police shook his head dubiously.
”I fear that he has again gone into safe hiding--up in the mountains somewhere, without a doubt,” he replied. ”It was an act of considerable daring to come boldly to Madrid and stay at your hotel when he knows full well the hue-and-cry for him is raised everywhere, and that there is actually ten thousand pesetas offered as reward for his capture.”
”Someone may betray him,” I suggested with a smile.
”Yes. We hope so. One of his friends, male or female, will no doubt do so and come one day to us for the reward. Not till then shall we know the truth of that strange attempt upon your life. The motive could not have been robbery, as you had nothing worth taking save your watch. If he had been found in De Gex's room at the Ritz one could have understood it.”
I smiled. The Chief of Police never suspected the true facts of the case, facts within my own knowledge, which were of such an amazing and startling character that I hesitated to relate them.
When I left my friend I again sought Hambledon and told him all I had learnt.
”H'm!” he grunted. ”Very wily of De Gex to get the police to keep an eye upon me. If I'm not careful I shall suddenly find myself under arrest as a suspicious person who is in the habit of loitering in the vicinity of the great financier.”
”Yes,” I agreed. ”This seems to put an end to our present activity--does it not?”
”Well, he apparently knows that we are watching,” Hambledon said.
”What a pity we cannot tell the police all we know.”
”If we did we should not be believed, and, moreover, they wouldn't hear a word against the great man who is such a friend to Spain. Money buys reputation, remember. n.o.body knows that better than De Gex.”
Hambledon was standing at my bedroom window looking thoughtfully down upon the Puerta del Sol with its crowd of hurrying foot-pa.s.sengers.
”It seems a miserable ending to all our careful surveillance upon Suzor--doesn't it?” he grumbled.
”True, it does. But now that the pair are on the alert I cannot see that anything can be gained by remaining in Madrid longer,” I pointed out.
”Then you intend to give up the quest for the truth?”
”Not by any means,” I replied quickly. ”I intend, at all hazards, and at all costs, to still fathom the mystery. What we have learned since we came to Spain puts quite a different complexion upon matters. We are now in possession of certain facts concerning De Gex--facts of which we had no suspicion. We had never dreamed that to further his ends he did not hesitate to employ a notorious criminal to commit murder with malice aforethought. Neither did we know anything of his financial dealings with the Spanish Ministry of Finance, or his partners.h.i.+p with the Conde de Chamartin, or that the drug he used upon poor Gabrielle and myself was the obscure but most deadly and dangerous orosin. All these are points which may in the near future be of greatest advantage to us. Therefore we must not despair. Let us take courage and continue to probe the mystery--for the sake of poor Gabrielle Tennison,” I urged. ”Let us act as quietly and discreetly as our enemy is acting, and we may yet attain success!”
CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH
THE TRACK OF DESPUJOL
Having decided to still remain in Madrid I deemed it advisable to engage the services of a private inquiry agent to watch the movements of De Gex and Suzor, who still remained at the Ritz. The mystery-man, living under an a.s.sumed name, never went out in the daytime, though Suzor often went forth, paying visits to certain banks and commercial offices in connexion with the proposed new railway.
The man we engaged was an elderly ex-detective of the Seville police, named Pardo, who very soon discovered the ident.i.ty of the secret agent employed to keep surveillance upon De Gex on behalf of the police so that no harm should befall him.
In consequence, I took Pardo into my confidence, and calling him to my hotel, explained that I desired to keep secret watch upon the Frenchman Suzor, without the knowledge of the detective watching De Gex.
”I particularly desire to know the addresses of any telegram which Suzor may send. Probably he may send some message to Italy. If so, please discover the address and the text of the message.”
I believed that De Gex might communicate with Moroni, now that the plot of Despujol had failed.
”I will watch, senor,” was the grey-haired Spaniard's reply. ”If Senor Suzor sends any telegram I shall probably obtain a copy of it. They know me well at the chief telegraph office. Senor Suzor appears to be transacting a considerable amount of business in Madrid--a scheme for a new railway, I understand.”
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