"Well, I certainly do not suspect that," the Frenchman said. "But, to tell you candidly, your story of the affair strikes me as a very improbable one."
"Ah!" laughed Hugh, "I thought so! You suspect me--eh? Very well. Where is the weapon?"
"Perhaps you have hidden it," suggested the other meaningly. "We shall, no doubt, find it somewhere."
"I hope you will, and that will lead to the arrest of the guilty person," Hugh laughed. Then he was about to put further questions to the man Cataldi when Doctor Leneveu entered the room.
"How is she?" demanded Hugh breathlessly.
The countenance of the fussy little doctor fell.
"Monsieur," he said in a low earnest voice, "I much fear that Mademoiselle will not recover. My colleague Duponteil concurs with that view. We have done our best, but neither of us entertain any hope that she will live!" Then turning to Ogier, the doctor exclaimed: "This is an amazing affair--especially in face of what is whispered concerning the unfortunate lady. What do you make of it?"
The officer of the Surete knit his brows, and with frankness replied:
"At present I am entirely mystified--entirely mystified!"
FOURTH CHAPTER
WHAT THE DOSSIER CONTAINED
Walter Brock was awakened at four o"clock that morning by Hugh touching him upon the shoulder.
He started up in bed and staring at his friend"s pale, haggard face exclaimed:
"Good Heavens!--why, what"s the matter?"
"Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo has been shot!" the other replied in a hard voice.
"Shot!" gasped Brock, startled. "What do you mean?"
Briefly Hugh who had only just entered the hotel, explained the curious circ.u.mstances--how, just at the moment she had been about to reveal the secret of his father"s death she was shot.
"Most extraordinary!" declared his friend. "Surely, we have not been followed here by someone who is determined to prevent you from knowing the truth!"
"It seems much like it, Walter," replied the younger man very seriously.
"There must be some strong motive or no person would dare to shoot her right before my eyes."
"Agreed. Somebody who is concerned in your father"s death has adopted this desperate measure in order to prevent Mademoiselle from telling you the truth."
"That"s exactly my opinion, my dear Walter. If it was a crime for gain, or through motives of either jealousy or revenge, Mademoiselle would certainly have been attacked on her way home. The road is quite deserted towards the crest of the hill."
"What do the police say?"
"They do not appear to trouble to track Mademoiselle"s a.s.sailant. They say they will wait until daylight before searching for footprints on the gravel outside."
"Ah! They are not very fond of making arrests within the Princ.i.p.ality.
It"s such a bad advertis.e.m.e.nt for the Rooms. The Administration like to show a clean sheet as regards serious crime. Our friends here leave it to the French or Italian police to deal with the criminals so that the Princ.i.p.ality shall prove itself the most honest State in Europe," Brock said.
"The police, I believe, suspect me of shooting her," said Hugh bluntly.
"That"s very awkward. Why?"
"Well--they don"t know the true reason I went to see her, or they would never believe me to be guilty of a crime so much against my own interests."
Brock, who was still sitting up in bed in his pale blue silk pyjamas, reflected a few moments.
"Well, Hugh," he said at last, "after all it is only natural that they should believe that you had a hand in the matter. Even though she told you the truth, it is quite within reason that you should have suddenly become incensed against her for the part she must have played in your father"s mysterious death, and in a frenzy of anger you shot her."
Hugh drew a long breath, and his eyebrows narrowed.
"By Jove! I had never regarded it in that light before!" he gasped. "But what about the weapon?"
"You might easily have hidden it before the arrival of the police. You admit that you went out on the veranda. Therefore if they do chance to find the weapon in the garden then their suspicions will, no doubt, be considerably increased. It"s a pity, old man, that you didn"t make a clean breast of the motive of your visit."
"I now see my horrible mistake," Henfrey admitted. "I thought myself wise to preserve silence, to know nothing, and now I see quite plainly that I have only brought suspicion unduly upon myself. The police, however, know Yvonne Ferad to be a somewhat mysterious person."
"Which renders the situation only worse," Brock said. Then, after a pause, he added: "Now that you have declined to tell the police why you visited the Villa Amette and have, in a way, defied them, it will be best to maintain that att.i.tude. Tell them nothing, no matter what happens."
"I intend to pursue that course. But the worst of it is, Walter, that the doctors hold out no hope of Mademoiselle"s recovery. I saw Duponteil half an hour ago, and he told me that he could give me no encouraging information. The bullet has been extracted, but she is hovering between life and death. I suppose it will be in the papers to-morrow, and Dorise and her mother will know of my nocturnal visit to the house of a notorious woman."
"Don"t let that worry you, my dear chap. Here, they keep the news of all tragedies out of the papers, because shooting affairs may be thought by the public to be due to losses at the Rooms. Recollect that of all the suicides here--the dozens upon dozens of poor ruined gamesters who are yearly laid to rest in the Suicides" Cemetery--not a single report has appeared in any newspaper. So I think you may remain a.s.sured that Lady Rans...o...b..and her daughter will not learn anything."
"I sincerely hope they won"t, otherwise it will go very hard with me,"
Hugh said in a low, intense voice. "Ah! What a night it has been for me!"
"And if Mademoiselle dies the a.s.sailant, whoever he was, will be guilty of wilful murder; while you, on your part, will never know the truth concerning your father"s death," remarked the elder man, running his fingers through his hair.
"Yes. That is the position of this moment. But further, I am suspected of the crime!"
Brock dressed while his friend sat upon the edge of the bed, pale-faced and agitated. Suppose that the a.s.sailant had flung his pistol into the bushes, and the police eventually discovered it? Then, no doubt, he would be put across the frontier to be arrested by the police of the Department of the Alpes Maritimes.
Truly, the situation was most serious.
Together the two men strolled out into the early morning air and sat upon a seat on the terrace of the Casino watching the sun as it rose over the tideless sea.
For nearly an hour they sat discussing the affair; then they ascended the white, dusty road to the beautiful Villa Amette, the home of the mysterious Mademoiselle.
Old Giulio Cataldi opened the door.
"Alas! m"sieur, Mademoiselle is just the same," he replied in response to Hugh"s eager inquiry. "The police have gone, but Doctor Leneveu is still upstairs."
"Have the police searched the garden?" inquired Hugh eagerly.
"Yes, m"sieur. They made a thorough examination, but have discovered no marks of footprints except those of yourself, myself, and a tradesman"s lad who brought up a parcel late last night."