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Another great disappointment to Rizal was the action of Despujol when he first arrived in Dapitan, for he still believed in the Governor-General's good faith and thought in that fertile but sparsely settled region he might plant his "New Kalamba" without the objection that had been urged against the British North Borneo project.
But I am told that two days ago he visited the house of Mr. De Gex." "Yes, he is his friend, just as Despujol was," I remarked. "But I cannot understand that!" Rivero declared. "It seems incredible that a person of such high standing as Mr. De Gex should number bandits among his friends!" "I revealed to you the truth concerning De Gex when we were in Nîmes," I said.
"He is not Salavera, but Rodriquez Despujol, one of the most dangerous criminals in Spain!" "Despujol!" cried Señor Andrade. "And he was in Madrid last night!" Then he added: "Ah! if we had but known." "True. But why was he in the English gentleman's room?" queried the detective.
"You know the motive of that trap which Despujol set for you, and yet you will not reveal it to me!" Again I shook my head and smiled. "It would make my task much easier," he remarked. "I am aware of that. But at present mine is only a suspicion. I have no actual knowledge that Charles Rabel is the man you are so desirous of arresting."
It was that attempted crime which aroused Señor Rivero's activities which have had the effect of ridding Spain of one of its most notorious assassins." I read the report twice. So the defiant Despujol was dead, and poor Rivero had sustained injuries! Nothing was said of the powerful financier's friendship with the bandit.
He is a doctor from Florence, named Moroni a man of very evil repute." "But why should Señor De Gex meet such people in secret?" asked Rivero, much astonished. "I suppose there is some strong motive why they should meet the more so, now that I have proved to you that the notorious Despujol is a hireling of this wealthy man De Gex." "A hireling!" he gasped. "What do you mean?"
"Then my information has been of some little use to you eh?" "Of enormous use, Señor Garfield! You will no doubt receive an official letter of thanks from the Ministry of the Interior," he replied. "But we must act very warily. Despujol will not risk remaining here for long. Besides, some friend may telegraph to him that the police have been to the Rue de Lalande!"
"But we won't give up till we punish those responsible for poor Miss Tennison's state will we?" "No, we won't," I declared determinedly. "Of course we may be on a wrong scent, but something seems to tell me that we are pretty hot on the trail. The assassin Despujol would never have been employed by them if they did not hold us in dread."
"He is a dangerous character, and one would have thought that instead of being covered he would, on being cornered, have drawn his knife and attacked his adversary." "Despujol is no amateur," the Chief of Police agreed.
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.
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