Part 21 (1/2)

”It is my business to know, Monsieur. Let it suffice that I _do_ know.

If you hope ever to see your child again, you had better listen to what I have to say, and carry out my instructions to the letter.” His voice was harsh, menacing.

Mr. Stapleton directed him by a gesture, to proceed. He was too angry to speak.

”Tomorrow night at this hour--eight o'clock--I shall come here, to this house, and ask for you. You will hand me a package containing one hundred thousand dollars. I will examine the money here, and satisfy myself that the amount is correct.

”I shall then leave the house, and walk to the Arc de Triomphe; which, as you know, is but a short distance away. At the Arc de Triomphe, I shall wait for an automobile, which will stop for me. In that automobile I shall drive away. If I get away safely without interference, there will be telephoned to your house, within half an hour, the address of the place where your boy is to be found. If I do _not_ get away safely, that address will _not_ be telephoned to you, and you will not see your child alive again. This is your last chance, Monsieur. It is most important, I a.s.sure you, that nothing should happen to prevent my safe departure tomorrow night.”

For a moment Grace was undecided as to how she should act. She feared greatly, under the circ.u.mstances, to make any move which would endanger the safety of Mr. Stapleton's child. Yet her duty, as an agent of the police, was clear. She must use every effort to effect this man's capture, before he left the house.

She knew that she could not reach the street without pa.s.sing the door of the reception room, in which case both Mr. Stapleton and his caller would see her. There was nothing to do but telephone. She flew to a small alcove room which opened off the rear of the library, in which she knew the telephone instrument was located. Once in this small room, she closed the door, for fear the others might overhear her, then called up the Prefecture. Monsieur Lefevre was out; but she acquainted one of his a.s.sistants with the circ.u.mstances, and requested him to send a man to the house at once.

It would take at least ten minutes, perhaps more, for the man from the Prefecture to reach the house even though he came by automobile, as he no doubt would. What should she do, to keep the man in the reception room from leaving before the police should arrive?

The question was solved for her, quite unexpectedly. In opening the door of the small room, to re-enter the library, she accidentally struck against a chair. The sound aroused both Mr. Stapleton and his visitor.

The former, who had, in his excitement, completely forgotten Grace's presence, appeared at once in the doorway between the two rooms. ”Come here, Miss Goncourt,” he said sternly.

Grace entered the reception room. The man with the black beard eyed her keenly. ”Ah--a representative of the police, I believe. Our conversation has been overheard, then, Monsieur Stapleton?”

The banker was violently angry. He turned to Grace. ”You have heard?” he demanded.

”Yes.”

”Then I insist that you do not interfere in the matter in any way. I intend to get my boy back this time, in spite of you all.”

Grace made no reply. She saw the man with the black beard eying her keenly. ”I think, Monsieur, that I had better go,” he remarked.

Grace regarded him with a level look. ”You cannot leave this house,” she said. ”It is being watched. If you attempt to do so, I will give the alarm.”

”And for what reason should I stay?” the man inquired calmly.

”I have telephoned to the Prefecture. A man will be here in a few minutes, to place you under arrest. I advise you to remain here quietly until he arrives.”

The kidnapper strolled over to the window which overlooked the Avenue Kleber, drew aside the curtain, and looked out. Grace wondered if he was making a signal of any sort to confederates outside. He gazed into the street intently for a moment, then turned back toward the center of the room. ”I shall follow your advice, Mademoiselle, and wait,” he remarked, calmly.

Mr. Stapleton was speechless with rage. He dared not do anything; for he knew that he would only lay himself open to a charge of resisting the police, and helping a criminal to escape. He sat in his chair, inwardly cursing Grace and the entire police force of Paris as well.

None of the three spoke for a considerable time. After what seemed to Grace ages, she heard the faint ringing of the doorbell, and presently the frightened servant arrived, with the information that a detective from the Prefecture was in the hall, and desired to see Mr. Stapleton immediately. He had scarcely succeeded in delivering this message, when a heavily built man in citizen's clothes shouldered past him into the room.

He gazed quickly about. Grace did not remember having ever seen him before. ”I am from the Prefect of Police,” he announced, striding toward the kidnapper. ”I am here to arrest this man.” In a moment the click of the handcuffs, as he snapped them upon the wrists of the man with the black beard, came to Grace's ears.

The kidnapper smiled pleasantly. ”I am quite ready to accompany you, my friend,” he said.

Mr. Stapleton was regarding the scene in helpless rage. He resented bitterly the way in which the police continually interfered with his plans to get back his child. In one way, he was glad to feel that the guilty man was under arrest; but, if it resulted in the death of the missing boy, it would be a tragedy, indeed. He turned to the man with the black beard who stood, smiling, near the door. ”I hope you will understand,” he said, ”that I have nothing to do with this matter--nothing whatever. The presence of this woman here was a pure accident. I had forgotten that she was in the next room. I'd be glad enough to see you put behind the bars for the rest of your life; but not if it is going to prevent me from getting back my child.”

The man with the black beard continued to smile pleasantly. ”I believe you, my friend,” he said. ”However, there is no harm done. When I return tomorrow night--for I shall return, depend upon it, in spite of the efforts of this gentleman,” he waved his hand lightly toward the man from the Prefecture, ”I trust that you will have persuaded Monsieur Lefevre, and your man Duvall as well, to let me do so in peace. It is the only way in which anything can be accomplished--I a.s.sure you of that.” He turned to his captor. ”I am ready to accompany you, Monsieur.”

The officer started toward the door leading into the hall. He had taken but a single step when the servant, with a frightened look upon his face, appeared in the doorway. ”Mr. Stapleton,” he stammered, ”there is a man here from the office of the Prefect of Police.”

Stapleton strode toward the door. ”Another?” he exclaimed. ”What does this mean?”