"Not yet. The pane of gla.s.s is cut out and my entrance to the house is arranged for. Frenhofer will tamper with the electric lights in the kitchen premises and I shall arrive in response to his telephonic message, in the clothes of a working-man and with a bag of tools. Then he smuggles me on to the spiral stairway which leads out on to the roof where the flag-staff is. I can crawl the rest of the way to my place.
The trouble is that notwithstanding the ledge around, if it is a perfectly clear night, just a fraction of my body, however flat I lie, might be seen from the ground."
Hunterleys studied the plan for a moment and shook his head.
"It"s a terrible risk, this, Roche," he said seriously.
"I know it," the other admitted, "but what am I to do? They keep sending me cipher messages from home to spare no effort to send further news, as you know very well, and two other fellows will be here the day after to-morrow, to relieve me. I must do what I can. There"s one thing, Felicia"s off my mind now. Briston"s a good fellow and he"ll look after her."
"In the event of your capture--" Hunterleys began.
"The tools I shall take with me," Roche interrupted, "are common housebreaker"s tools. Every shred of clothing I shall be wearing will be in keeping, the ordinary garments of an _ouvrier_ of the district. If I am trapped, it will be as a burglar and not as a spy. Of course, if Douaille opens the proceedings by declaring himself against the scheme, I shall make myself scarce as quickly as I can."
"You were quite right when you said just now," Hunterleys observed, "that Douaille will find himself in a difficult position. There is no doubt but that he is an honest man. On the other hand, it is a political axiom that the first duty of any statesman is to his own people. If they can make Douaille believe that he is going to restore her lost provinces to France without the shedding of a drop of French blood, simply at England"s expense, he will be confronted with a problem over which any man might hesitate. He has had all day to think it over. What he may decide is simply on the knees of the G.o.ds."
Roche sealed up the letter he had been writing, and handed it to Hunterleys.
"Well," he said, "I have left everything in order. If there"s any mysterious disappearance from here, it will be the mysterious disappearance of a newspaper correspondent, and nothing else."
"Good luck, then, old chap!" Hunterleys wished him. "If you pull through this time, I think our job will be done. I"ll tell them at headquarters that you deserve a year"s holiday."
Roche smiled a little queerly.
"Don"t forget," he pointed out, "that it was you who scented out the whole plot. I"ve simply done the Scotland Yard work. The worst of our job is," he added, as he opened the door, "that we don"t want holidays.
We are like drugged beings. The thing gets hold of us. I suppose if they gave me a holiday I should spend it in St. Petersburg. That"s where we ought to send our best men just now. So long, Sir Henry."
They shook hands once more. Roche"s face was set in grim lines. They were both silent for a moment. It was the farewell of men whose eyes are fixed upon the great things.
"Good luck to you!" Hunterleys repeated fervently, as he turned and walked down the tiled way.
CHAPTER XXIV
HUNTERLEYS SCENTS MURDER
The concierge of the Hotel de Paris was a man of great stature and imposing appearance. Nevertheless, when Hunterleys crossed the road and climbed the steps to the hotel, he seemed for a moment like a man reduced to pulp. He absolutely forgot his usual dignified but courteous greeting. With mouth a little open and knees which seemed to have collapsed, he stared at this unexpected apparition as he came into sight and stared at him as he entered the hotel. Hunterleys glanced behind with a slight frown. The incident, inexplicable though it was, would have pa.s.sed at once from his memory, but that directly he entered the hotel he was conscious of the very similar behaviour and att.i.tude towards him of the chief reception clerk. He paused on his way, a little bewildered, and called the man to him. The clerk, however, was already rushing towards the office with his coat-tails flying behind him.
Hunterleys crossed the floor and rang the bell for the lift. Directly he stepped in, the lift man vacated his place, and with his eyes nearly starting out of his head, seemed about to make a rush for his life.
"Come back here," Hunterleys ordered sternly. "Take me up to my room at once."
The man returned unsteadily and with marked reluctance. He closed the gate, touched the handle and the lift commenced to ascend.
"What"s the matter with you all here?" Hunterleys demanded, irritably.
"Is there anything wrong with my appearance? Has anything happened?"
The man made a gesture but said absolutely nothing. The lift had stopped. He pushed open the door.
"Monsieur"s floor," he faltered.
Hunterleys stepped out and made his way towards his room. Arrived there, he was brought to a sudden standstill. A gendarme was stationed outside.
"What the mischief are you doing here?" Hunterleys demanded.
The man saluted.
"By orders of the Director of Police, monsieur."
"But that is my room," Hunterleys protested. "I wish to enter."
"No one is permitted to enter, monsieur," the man replied.
Hunterleys stared blankly at the gendarme.
"Can"t you tell me at least what has happened?" he persisted. "I am Sir Henry Hunterleys. That is my apartment. Why do I find it locked against me?"
"By order of the Director of the Police, monsieur," was the parrot-like reply.
Hunterleys turned away impatiently. At that moment the reception clerk who downstairs had fled at his approach, returned, bringing with him the manager of the hotel. Hunterleys welcomed the latter with an air of relief.
"Monsieur Picard," he exclaimed, "what on earth is the meaning of this?
Why do I find my room closed and this gendarme outside?"
Monsieur Picard was a tall man, black-bearded, immaculate in appearance and deportment, with manners and voice of velvet. Yet he, too, had lost his wonderful imperturbability. He waved away the floor waiter, who had drawn near. His manner was almost agitated.
"Monsieur Sir Henry," he explained, "an affair the most regrettable has happened in your room. I have allotted to you another apartment upon the same floor. Your things have been removed there. If you will come with me I will show it to you. It is an apartment better by far than the one you have been occupying, and the price is the same."
"But what on earth has happened in my room?" Hunterleys demanded.
"Monsieur," the hotel manager replied, "some poor demented creature who has doubtless lost his all, in your absence found his way there and committed suicide."
"Found his way into my room?" Hunterleys repeated. "But I locked the door before I went out. I have the key in my pocket."
"He entered possibly through the bathroom," the manager went on, soothingly. "I am deeply grieved that monsieur should be inconvenienced in any way. This is the apartment I have reserved for monsieur," he added, throwing open the door of a room at the end of the corridor. "It is more s.p.a.cious and in every way more desirable. Monsieur"s clothes are already being put away."
Hunterleys glanced around the apartment. It was certainly of a far better type than the one he had been occupying, and two of the floor valets were already busy with his clothes.
"Monsieur will be well satisfied here, I am sure," the hotel manager continued. "May I be permitted to offer my felicitations and to a.s.sure you of my immense relief. There was a rumour--the affair occurring in monsieur"s apartment--that the unfortunate man was yourself, Sir Henry."
Hunterleys was thoughtful for a moment. He began to understand the sensation which his appearance had caused. Other ideas, too, were crowding into his brain.
"Look here, Monsieur Picard," he said, "of course, I have no objection to the change of rooms--that"s all right--but I should like to know a little more about the man who you say committed suicide in my apartment.
I should like to see him."
Monsieur Picard shook his head.
"It would be a very difficult matter, that, monsieur," he declared. "The laws of Monaco are stringent in such affairs."