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What further devil's work was now in progress? We watched the hotel in patience, until just before three o'clock the trio came forth laughing airily. "Why, look!" gasped Rivero. "Despujol is with your great English financier, Señor De Gex!" I smiled triumphantly. "I told you that I had a surprise in store for you," I exclaimed. "But if Despujol is with him it must be with some evil intent!"
Sanz, though a hired assassin as was his friend Despujol, should not be arrested yet, for the longer he remains at liberty the more extensive will be our information against the arch-schemer of Europe, Oswald De Gex." Rivero spent the evening with me. We dined at the Clarendon, across Hammersmith Bridge, and afterwards we idled in one of the foreign cafés near Piccadilly Circus.
I watched Mademoiselle as she passed out of the station to a little restaurant where she had a frugal meal. Then she returned and took a ticket back to her home in Castelsarrasin. Rivero now had his hands full.
Rivero saw the proprietor, and giving his name as Sanchez Orozco, a well-known criminal and friend of his, asked to see his visitor who we knew had taken the name of Nardiz, and represented himself as an agent of a firm of Spanish wine exporters.
"And you went to The Hague and there met the Baron van Veltrup. You put that little piece of steel into his glove. I know that you did," Rivero went on relentlessly. "Yes. De Gex paid me for it," was his reply. "As he paid Despujol eh?" "Yes." "Very well," replied Rivero. "I will note your replies. De Gex is expecting you to call upon him to-day, is he not?" "Yes. At one o'clock.
Four days later it was handed to me, a photograph taken in several positions of the rather round-faced, florid man whom I had seen talking to Mademoiselle at the station at Montauban the man whom Rivero had followed, but who, on the French police going to arrest him, was found to have fled. I carried the photograph to Folcker's lodgings and there showed it to him.
MM. Rivero and Boussingault, who visited the thermal waters of Mariara in February, 1823, during their journey from Caracas to Santa Fe de Bogota, found their maximum to be 64 degrees centigrade. I found it at the same season only 59.2 degrees. Has the great earthquake of the 26th March, 1812, had an influence on the temperature of these springs?
"Who is he?" asked Rivero, much puzzled. "Wait and you will see," I replied, laughing, for we now seemed to be within an ace of success. Just before midday we watched the arrival of the train from Montauban, and from it there descended the man we expected the notorious Despujol. Though his features were unmistakable he was made up to look much older, his hair being made grey above the ears.
"You will meet Señor Rivero eh?" "Certainly," I said. "Then I wish the pair of you the good fortune of arresting the assassin Despujol," he said as we shook hands and parted. I drove at once to Hambledon's hotel, where I found that he had just retired to bed. As he stood in his pyjamas, surprised at my unexpected visit at that hour, I told him what I had arranged.
The second defeat was worse than the first, and when the battle was over there was no army left. As to the battalion ! O Juan, isn't it awful? La Rosa, Tarramona, Escobar, Rivero all gone! I should think," he added, with a bitter laugh, "I must have been senior officer." It was, indeed, a terrible story.
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