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Next day I met uncle and niece as usual, and we went for a motor ride together out to Aranjuez, where we saw the Palacio Real, and then on to Toledo where we visited the wonderful cathedral and the great Elcazar. I did not get back to the hotel till past ten o'clock that night, but I found Duperré anxious and perturbed.
Two days afterwards our guests dispersed, but Mr. Lloyd, pressed by Madame Duperré, remained behind.
I, however, know that it was due to a certain secret colorless liquid with which the gum upon the envelope I had addressed to myself had been painted over by Duperré. The old gentleman had licked it, and within five minutes he had fallen unconscious. When he was sufficiently well to be shown his dispatch-box he grew frantic.
We entered an empty compartment where, just before the train moved off, the old man joined us. He posed as a perfect stranger, but as soon as the train had left the platform my companion introduced him to me. "I called last night and saw what had happened. Surely you have all three had a narrow escape!" he exclaimed. "Yes," said Duperré.
My father has some sinister plans without a doubt." "How sinister plans?" I asked, in pretence of ignorance. "You well know," she answered. "I am not blind, even if Duperré and his wife think I am. They forget that there is such a thing as illustrated papers." "I don't follow," I said.
He speaks of his "naïve heart" and hoped that Baudelaire in turn would dream as he did over the plates. This letter was signed simply "Meryon, 20 Rue Duperré." The acute accent placed over the "e" in his name by the French poet and by biographers, critics, and editors since was never used by the etcher.
I'd do better, however, if well, if I were not associated with Duperré and the rest," I added bitterly. The pretty girl was silent for a few moments. Then she said: "Of course you won't breathe a word of what I've said, will you?" "Certainly not, Lola," was my reply. "Whatever you tell me never passes my lips." "I know I know I can trust you, Mr. Hargreave," she exclaimed.
But I find that Steffensen is away in America at the moment, so I've approached the Dutchman. Heydenryck is a sly old dog. Unlike Steffensen, he buys unset stones because they are difficult to identify." I bent and examined the glittering little pile of diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires which had been stolen from the hotel in London. "Look here, Hargreave," said Duperré.
"When?" she gasped. "He called on Monday night." Madame Duperré held her breath for a few moments. She seemed to be calculating. "I recognize certain grave probabilities in Gori's visit," she said, and then lapsed again into silence.
"Arrest!" gasped Duperré. As he did so, an undersized, rather shabbily-dressed man of sixty or so put his head into the door inquisitively, and realizing that something unpleasant was occurring, quickly withdrew and disappeared. I saw that he exchanged with Duperré a glance of recognition combined with apprehension, and concluded that it was the man Heydenryck, the dealer in stolen gems.
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