CHAPTER CIII.
MONSIEUR HOCQUART CLERMONT DELAMARRE--THE COINER AT HOME.
But what had the consul and the governor of the gaol been doing allthis time?
When the consul first called upon the governor of the gaol, thatofficial tried to laugh off the matter.
"Surely," said the governor, "you don't believe the tale these youngfellows tell?"
"I am more than half inclined to do so, if only from the fact that thewriter of this appears to have written several other letters which havemiscarried. But why, may I ask, was I not informed that some of mycountrymen had been arrested?"
"Well, my dear sir, their story seemed to me so absurd, that I did notthink it worth while to trouble you."
"But they asked to see me."
"True."
"And I fear as you did not forward their request, I shall be obliged tomention your name, to our ambassador in Paris."
"For Heaven's sake do not! If such a thing were known to the ministerof justice, I should lose my situation at once."
"Then if I am silent on this matter, you must render me everyassistance in finding out the truth about these prisoners."
"Willingly. What can I do?"
"I should like to see the youth who calls himself Harkaway; but firstof all, where is the gaoler who usually has charge of these prisoners?"
"Gone to his home, monsieur. The ordinary officials are, as you aredoubtless aware, replaced by a military guard, between sunset andsunrise."
"Good, then oblige me by bringing him here."
So young Jack was brought into the presence of the consul, who closelyquestioned him as to what he had been doing in Marseilles.
He told the truth, and, in spite of the severe cross-examination by thegovernor and the consul, stuck to his tale.
"Humph!" said the consul. "You are consistent, at all events. Well, forthe present, you may return to your cell, but don't tell even yourfriends that you have seen the British consul."
"I won't mention it, sir."
And Jack returned to his cell, escorted by the governor himself, as theconsul did not wish anyone to know of the interview.
But when the governor returned, the consul said--
"Now, Monsieur Hocquart Delamarre, what do you think of the affair?"
The governor did not reply, but there quietly glided from behind ascreen, which probably had concealed him during the interview, a man ofmiddle age and height, with nothing at all striking in his appearance.
He might have passed for a clerk, a second-rate shopkeeper, or asuperior artisan; anyone passing him in the street would have taken nonotice whatever of such an everyday kind of a man.
Yet, after all, a very close observer would have noticed something verypeculiar about him. His eyes!
One moment they seemed to pierce the inmost recesses of your very soul,yet when you tried, through them, to find a clue to their owner'sthoughts, you were utterly defeated, for they became misty andexpressionless.
"What do I think of the affair, monsieur?"
"Yes."
"Well, so early in the case, it is difficult to pronounce a decidedopinion," said Delamarre.
"That is very true, Monsieur Delamarre," said the consul.
"But as your excellency has sought my professional assistance in thiscase, I feel my reputation is at stake, and shall exert myself to theutmost."
"Monsieur Delamarre is one of the cleverest gentlemen we have in thisline of business," said the governor.
The middle-aged gentleman bowed.
"You are kind enough to say so, sir."
"You have made a good selection, Monsieur le Consul. In the detectivepolice Monsieur Delamarre has few equals."
Again the detective bowed, and addressing the consul, said--
"When shall I next have the honour of waiting on you again, monsieur?"
"As soon as you have learned any thing you think of sufficientimportance to tell me."
"At the consulate, of course?"
"Will it be safe for you to be seen there?"
"Monsieur, I stake my professional reputation that, when I call on you,you shall not recognise me till I choose to reveal myself. There is anextremely artful person mixed up in this affair, but I shall provestill more artful than any of them; take the word of Hocquart ClermontDelamarre."
With another bow the French detective made his exit.
He proceeded in the first place to his own temporary residence, wherehe made a considerable alteration in his personal appearance.
Then making straight for the quarter of the city mostly inhabited bythe respectable working classes, he made a friendly call on PierreLenoir the coiner, who, as it will be remembered, the police had beenunable to trace since his encounter with Herbert Murray and thewaggoner.
A friendly call we have termed it, and so it seemed at first, for thedetective and the criminal shook hands in the most friendly manner.
"Hullo, friend Clermont," exclaimed Lenoir, "what brings you fromParis!"
"Why, it was too hot for me there."
There was a pause.
"And you, too," continued the detective. "I have heard your namementioned very much of late. How did that affair happen?"
Pierre Lenoir told his friend, whom of course he did not know as adetective, but merely as an associate with coiners and such likepeople, how he had been tricked by Markby.
"But I'll have his life, though."
"Doubtless. It will be a bad day for him when he falls into yourhands."
Lenoir growled a fierce oath.
"He has escaped me for the present, but if I wait for years, I willhave my revenge. Pierre Lenoir never forgives."
Unheedful of the coiner's anger, the detective stroked his moustache,and continued--
"But how about the prisoners up at the gaol yonder?"
"They are innocent."
"Innocent!"
"Undoubtedly."
"Then why are they in prison?"
"Because the only persons who can clear them are Markby and myself."
"Ah, I see!"
"And Markby for some reason or other won't clear them."
"Some old grudge, I suppose."
"Yes. However, they are innocent; when I tried them, they flatlyrefused to have anything to do with the game."
"Well, they are in a nice fix; but how did you manage to escape afterthat little affair with Markby and the peasant?'"
"Crawled into a bush as near as possible to the scene of the fight."
"Ah!"
"If I had gone half a mile away, the police would no doubt have foundme, but the thick-headed rascals never thought of looking only half adozen yards off. Ha, ha, ha!"
The detective smiled grimly.
"They are thick-headed rascals."
And after a pause occupied in listening to sounds in the street, herepeated--
"And the English prisoners are entirely innocent then?"
"Entirely."
"Now listen to me, Pierre Lenoir," continued the detective, rapping thetable smartly as though to command attention. "But what a curious echoyou have in this old room."
"I had not noticed it; but to continue."
"These English refused to have any thing to do with your business, yousay?"
"Yes; and showed fight when I would have used force to detain them."
"Then if the judge knows that, the young fellows will be released?"
"Yes; but, my dear friend, it is not likely I shall go to the court togive evidence in their favour."
"You will."
"Nonsense."
"I shall take you there."
There was something in his visitor's manner that made Lenoir firststart from his seat and make a hasty movement towards the table.
But he recoiled when Hocquart Clermont Delamarre thrust a revolver inhis face and exclaimed--
"If you make another movement towards that drawer where your pistolsare, I will send a bullet through you. Keep your hands down by yourside."
"It means that you are my prisoner."
"Prisoner."
"Yes."
"Then who are you?"
"You have known me as Clermont, but my real name is Delamarre."
"The detective?"
"The same."
The coiner gave a hasty look round the apartment, and then made a steptowards the door.
But it instantly opened, and there appeared a police officer inuniform, who said--
"If you attempt to pass this door, you are a dead man."
The window!
It was not very high above the roadway, and one bold leap might yetbring liberty.
But, as if reading his very thoughts, Delamarre gave one of thosepeculiar raps on the table, which was again echoed from without, andinstantly the figure of a policeman armed with a revolver was seenfilling the casement.
The chimney!
That he knew was crossed by strong bars. No exit that way.
"Sit down, Pierre Lenoir."
The detective was provokingly cool, and the coiner gnashed his teethwith rage.
"Sit down, man; why, you ought to feel proud at being taken so neatly."
"Curse you!"
"Never mind. I have the finest and easiest pair of wristbands anygentleman in your line of business ever wore. Let me try them on."
Lenoir for a moment contemplated resistance, but two revolvers wereclose to his head, so second thoughts prevailed.
He was firmly handcuffed.
"Now, Pierre," said the detective, "listen to me, and I will quicklyprove that I am a far better friend than you think me."
The coiner smiled a bitter smile.
"Of course it doesn't look so; but listen."
"I am compelled to," replied Lenoir.
"You can clear these English prisoners."
"If I choose to speak."
"If you choose to speak, the English consul will exert all hisinfluence to procure a mitigation of your sentence--whatever it maybe."
Lenoir nodded.
"But if you do not, why, the whole force of the British Embassy will beexerted against you; so I fancy your choice will soon be made."
Lenoir sat silent for some minutes.
"Have you made up your mind?" asked the detective at length.
"I don't see why I should speak; they belong to the same cursed countryas that Markby."
"Well, don't you see how nicely things come round? You clear theprisoners, and by so doing incriminate Markby, _alias_ Murray."
"Aye; but where is he?"
"In Marseilles. I am only waiting for a little more evidence before Ilay my hands on him. He is a slippery customer, and it won't do toarrest him until the case is complete."
"Then, curse him, I'll tell all--nay, more, if you look in that drawer,where the pistols are, you know, you will find a note from him to me.That will be quite as good evidence as my word."
"Good, Lenoir. I can't promise you a free pardon, but I fancy you willget off lightly."
"I hope I may be sent to the same galley as Murray, _alias_ Markby, hasto serve; and if I am only chained to the same oar I shall be happy."
"Why."
"I will find an early opportunity, and then I will kill him."
"No, Lenoir; that will not be the way to shorten your sentence."
"I'll kill him."
"No; lead him a life of misery and dread while he is chained to theoar. What you do when you are both released is a matter I have nopresent concern with."
"March, then; let us be going."
And the coiner walked gaily away, his anger at being captured havingbeen replaced by joy, at the hopes of avenging himself on thetreacherous Markby, _alias_ Murray.
Hocquart Clermont Delamarre himself walked arm-in-arm with the coiner,and the good people of Marseilles knew not that he had been taken.
Even in the gaol he was entered under an assumed name.
The gaoler, who had been in attendance on the English party, could notunderstand why his prisoners wrote no more letters to the Englishconsul or their relatives in England, and Herbert Murray almostsuspected the truth when he chanced, the day after losing the letter,to look for it.
But Chivey reassured him.
"I went all over your clothes and my own this morning afore you was up,guv'nor, and burnt every one of the letters I could find."
"What for?" demanded Murray.
"In case of accidents. It would not do us any good to have them thingsfound on us; and nobody ever knows what is going to turn up."
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