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Updated: June 8, 2025
Not only had he identified in the respectable commercial traveller, Charles Rabel, the notorious assassin Despujol, but he had also quite accidentally come across Sanz the motor-bandit, who of late had terrorized the south of Spain, and whose daring depredations were upon everyone's lips. Mademoiselle seemed to be a friend of both men! I returned to my hotel close by, and ate my déjeuner alone.
In return, I told him of my friendship with the great Spanish detective Rivero, and how, with the latter, I had seen Sanz at the station at Montauban. Presently he rose, and telling me he would search for any request from the Spanish Government for the man's arrest, he left me.
It seems that Sanz is also wanted in France for a motor-car exploit outside Orleans. Therefore our discovery is indeed a lucky one!" "Will Sanz be arrested?" I asked. "Yes. I have already reported by telegram to Señor Andrade in Madrid. He will at once ask them in Paris to order the arrest." "And Despujol?"
"Even then you were half inclined to disbelieve it. Now you know the truth. The two business partners of Oswald De Gex, the Conde de Chamartin, of Madrid, and the Baron van Veltrup, of Amsterdam, have both died suddenly and at the instigation of their unsuspected friend! It has been proved that Sanz introduced the tiny scrap of infected razor-blade into the Baron's glove."
The man was already in a third-class compartment and as he stood with his head out of the window, Mademoiselle was chatting with him. Truly his stay in Montauban had not been long. The instant Rivero caught sight of the fellow's face, he exclaimed: "Holy Madonna! Why, it is Mateo Sanz, the motor-bandit. We've been searching everywhere for him!
We thought it best to call upon him, explaining our proposed work and asking his interest. So to the Hotel Sanz, where he always stops when in the Capital, we went. We called twice without finding him and our third call appeared to be as unsuccessful, but just as we were leaving, resolved not to try again, we met the governor alighting from his carriage at the door.
If she had warned him because of Rivero's inquiries concerning Despujol then she could also warn the latter. Again it was curious that she met Sanz, and did not meet Despujol. Further, it was a strange fact that the pair of Spanish criminals had not travelled together unless there was some reason for it. Perhaps there was.
"Are the others in London, do you think?" asked the tall, dark-haired official of the Criminal Investigation Department. "Ah! That I do not know," was my reply. "I only know that Mateo Sanz is a very dangerous person, who has been wanted for several years." "Well, we thank you very much for your information, sir, and we shall act upon it at once," he replied.
One night, after it had grown dark, I sauntered along Park Lane, as was my habit, and having turned into Stretton Street noticed a rather shabbily dressed man, evidently a foreigner, descending the steps from De Gex's door. He turned in my direction, and we came face to face. In an instant I recognized him as the Spaniard, Mateo Sanz!
Mention of the name of Orozco at once brought the much-sought-after bandit downstairs, and as he entered the little sitting-room Rivero covered him instantly with his automatic pistol, shouting to him authoritatively in Spanish. The notorious bandit staggered, so completely was he taken aback. "You know me, Sanz!" exclaimed Rivero. "You are under arrest.
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