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But, now, I insist that you let the matter drop for the present and answer my questions, otherwise I can do nothing to help you." The remark quieted Seltz somewhat. He was, after all, in a peculiar position. The snuff box was gone. He cursed his stupidity in having let it pass out of his possession before the price agreed upon for its delivery had been forthcoming. That Dr.
Lablanche and Dufrenne withdrew into the adjoining room, where Seltz lay sleeping. The latter paused in the door as he went out. "Take care of the snuff box," he said, pointedly. "Remember the honor of France." Grace Duvall went to her room, at Dr.
No night route from London to Belgium existed, except that by way of Harwich. He blamed himself that in his eagerness to discover the stranger with the satchel he had not thought to look for Seltz. Upon the conclusion of his deliberations, Duvall crossed over to the other side of the boat, where he had left Dufrenne.
At the first chair toward the door stood a large pasty-faced man, with a mop of bushy black hair, who was engaged in trimming a young man's mustache. The second chair was occupied by a man who was being shaved. The fellow who was shaving him answered in a general way to the descriptions of Seltz given by the Ambassador's servants.
"I haven't been worried by anything, except the business which brought me here. I want my money " "Exactly exactly," the doctor assented, in a soothing voice. "You shall have your money in due time. I promise you that. But first sit down and let us have a little chat." Seltz sat down, helplessly. Apparently he was at a loss as to just what to say next.
"At least we can identify the murderer by the finger print upon the seal," De Grissac remarked, eagerly. "I'm afraid not. This man Seltz cannot be quite a fool. Look!" He held up the forefinger of the dead man's right hand, upon which was a dull red burn, with bits of the red sealing wax about the nail. "He wasn't taking any chances."
The man felt carefully in his pocket, and presently drew out a small object done up in paper. "Yes, I have it. The price was to be twenty-five hundred francs." "That is correct," remarked the detective. "Give it to me." Seltz drew back his hand. "I want the money first, and I cannot deliver it to any one but Dr. Hartmann." "Dr. Hartmann is in the next room," said Duvall, with a pleasant smile.
Whoever had committed this murder had made away with the snuff box, of that he felt certain. Upon what, then, did his suspicions of Seltz rest? The evidence was slender merely that the latter had had an appointment to meet the murdered man that afternoon, and that a person answering Seltz's description had inquired for the latter at the servants' entrance at Monsieur de Grissac's that evening.
"Doctor," she cried out, "what are you doing?" "It seems that Dr. Hartmann has suddenly lost his senses, Miss Ellicott," exclaimed Duvall angrily. "Quite so, my friend," said the doctor, sarcastically. "Just as our poor friend Seltz lost his. Don't try anything like that," he snarled, suddenly, as Duvall attempted to release his arm with a sudden twist.
He turned to Dufrenne. "After what happened to-night," he said, significantly, "he feared to leave thinking that his going away would be an admission of his guilt." Again Dufrenne nodded. Monsieur Perrier looked at them with bulging eyes. "Guilt!" he exclaimed. "Has this fellow Seltz been doing anything he should not?" "Possibly," Duvall ejaculated, dryly.
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