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He took his seat beside the detective without a word, and in a moment the whole party was being driven rapidly toward the Gare du Nord. Duvall could not repress a feeling of admiration for the way in which Dufrenne had received him. He had asked no questions, delayed him by no preparations, but had merely thrown down his tools, put on his hat, and started out.
He also engaged the adjoining room at once, and thither he and Dufrenne presently repaired to examine the snuff box which, until now, had been reposing safely in the detective's waistcoat pocket. He drew it out, when they were alone, and silently handed it to Dufrenne. The little old Frenchman took one look at it, then threw up his hands with a cry of joy. "It is the Ambassador's snuff box.
"This affair has, we believe, been engineered by a physician here Dr. Hartmann you have heard of him, of course." Dufrenne turned to his companion. "Hartmann the man of the stolen war plans. Mon Dieu! Why did I not think of him before?" He seemed deeply chagrined. "Of course of course that explains everything." "Where is Monsieur Duvall to communicate with you?" Dufrenne's companion asked.
While the doctor followed the latter to the Minister's, firm in his belief that he carried the snuff box with him, Mayer had arranged through certain connections with the Belgian police, to have Dufrenne arrested and placed in confinement over night on a trumped-up charge; Seltz liberated, and Lablanche held on a pretense of being concerned in the theft from the latter of a valuable package.
She determined to rise early, in order that she might, if possible, send word of what she had heard to Brussels by means of the young man who drove the delivery wagon. When Richard Duvall left Dufrenne, the curio dealer, in Piccadilly Circus, and started after the man who had purchased the box of powder in the barber shop, he realized to the full the hopelessness of his task.
"At least," the Prefect remarked, mournfully, "he is not cowardly enough for that. Bring him here bring them both here at once. I must question them." Dufrenne turned to the door. "In a moment, monsieur, they will be before you." "What can it avail now?" said De Grissac, sadly. "We shall see. I never condemn a man without a hearing." As he spoke, Duvall and Grace came into the room.
The latter had heard him in silence, and then followed a long conference, with the result that Dufrenne returned to Brussels, bearing the mysterious message subsequently given to Grace by Lablanche, to play The Rosary upon the phonograph. Since then, the Prefect had been in a state of profound agitation, although he carefully concealed the fact from his subordinates.
"He spoke of Brussels he intended to take the night boat from Harwich to Antwerp. I heard him discussing his plans with one of the other men." "Brussels!" Duvall hurriedly glanced at his watch. "There's just time, if we hurry come." He turned to Dufrenne, excitement showing in every line of his face. As he hurried toward the door he spoke over his shoulder to Monsieur Perrier.
Nothing was at first to be seen of the valet. Duvall stepped forward, then turned quickly and spoke. "Shut the door, please," he said in a tense voice. Dufrenne did so, while the Ambassador strode forward and followed Duvall's gaze with a look of horror.
He did not expect to hear from him, but felt convinced that within the next day or two he would walk into his office with the missing snuff box in his pocket. It was with some dismay, therefore, that he received, on the fourth day, a sudden visit from Dufrenne.
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