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Now it happened that early on that same morning Hugh Henfrey stepped from a train which had brought him from Aix-la-Chapelle to the Gare du Nord, in Brussels. He had spent three weeks with the Raveccas, in Genoa, whence he had travelled to Milan and Bale, and on into Belgium by way of Germany.
Then, with true British grit, he assumed an attitude of boldness, and asked: "Am I compelled to answer that question?" "I am Charles Ogier, chief inspector of the Surete of Monaco, and I press for a reply," answered the other firmly. "And I, Hugh Henfrey, a British subject, at present decline to satisfy you," was the young man's bold response.
"Well, they declare that the shot was fired by either one or the other of you," Benton said, much surprised at the curious effect the allegation had upon the old fellow. "So they think that if the Signorino Henfrey is innocent I am guilty of the murderous attack eh?" Benton nodded. "But they are seeking to arrest the signorino!" remarked the Italian. "Yes.
"Though I have been a thief, a swindler, and a decoy ah! yes, I admit it all I have never committed the crime of murder. I know, messieurs," she went on "I know that I am a social outcast, the mysterious Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo, they call me! But I have suffered. I have indeed in these past months paid my debt to Society, and of you, Mr. Henfrey, I beg forgiveness."
"Who can have done that?" asked The Sparrow, his eyes narrowing in anger, his gloved hand clenched. "Your enemy and mine!" was the girl's reply. "Franklyn is in Switzerland. Monsieur Henfrey is in Marseilles at the Louvre et Paix and I am here." "Then we have a secret enemy eh?" "Yes and he is not very far to seek. Monsieur Howell has done this!" "Howell!
Shrimpton wished to see her. She started at the name. It was the detective inspector from Scotland Yard who had called upon her on a previous occasion. A few moments afterwards he was shown in, a tall figure in a rough tweed suit. "I really must apologize, Miss Ranscomb, for disturbing you, but I have heard news of Mr. Henfrey. He has been in Marseilles. Have you heard from him?"
That the three were in accord seemed quite apparent, though Hugh was still unsuspicious. He chatted merrily with the stranger for nearly half an hour, and then rose and left the cafe. When quite close to the hotel the stranger overtook him, and halting, asked in a low voice, in very good English: "I believe you are Mr. Henfrey are you not?" "Why do you ask that?" inquired Hugh, much surprised.
The tall man laughed, and said: "I have already told you that my name is X." Hugh regarded the stranger with distinct suspicion. It was curious that he should discover them together, yet he made but little comment. "We were just speaking about you, Mr. Henfrey," the tall man went on. "I believed that you were still in Belgium." "How did you know I was there?"
He had debated whether he should tell Hugh what Lisette had alleged concerning the forgery of his father's will, but had decided to keep the matter to himself and see what further proof he could obtain. Therefore he had forbidden the girl to tell Henfrey anything, for, after all, it was quite likely that her statements could not be substantiated.
"Have you heard from your friend Henfrey lately?" "Not lately," replied the girl, a trifle resentful that he should obtrude upon her private affairs. "I only ask because well, because there are some jolly queer stories going about town of him." "Queer stories!" she echoed quickly. "What are they? What do people say?" "Oh! They say lots of extraordinary things.
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