A bright flush suffused her beautiful face. She bent her head and was silent. It is quite certain that Fairholme would have kissed her had not Daubeney shouted--
"Look here, you two, flirting on the bridge is strictly forbidden. You will demoralize the whole crew. Even the pilot cannot keep his eyes off you."
They laughed and giggled like a couple of children caught stealing gooseberries. Yet the incident and the words were fraught with a solemn significance which often came back to their minds in other days.
The party breakfasted on board and then set out to survey the hotels.
Brett"s first care was to ascertain the scheduled hours of the train service between Messina and Palermo. To his joy he discovered that neither Winter nor the gang he was shadowing could possibly reach the city until a quarter to four in the afternoon. They decided in favour of the Hotel de France as being most modern in its appearance and centrally situated.
The next thing to do was to provide an efficient watch on all sailing vessels entering the harbour, and here the pilot proved to be a valuable ally. Brett explained to him that he was most anxious to meet some people who were coming from Ma.r.s.eilles on a fishing smack named the _Belles Soeurs_, No. 107. It was possible, he explained, that both the number and the name might be obliterated, so he wished the pilot, or any helpers he might employ for the duty, to take particular note of all strange boats answering to this description, and at once report their appearance. This the man guaranteed to do. He said that it was quite impossible for a French-rigged smack to enter Palermo without attracting his notice.
As the daily remuneration fixed for his services was far beyond any sum he could earn as a pilot, he set about his task with enthusiasm. He engaged two a.s.sistants to take turns in watching the harbour, and gave the barrister such a.s.surances of devotion to duty that Brett felt quite satisfied that Dubois could not arrive in Palermo without his knowledge. Of course it was quite on the cards that some secluded creek along the coast might be preferred by the astute schemer as a point of debarkation, but this was a risk which must be taken.
By approaching the police authorities and requesting their co-operation, and also using Gros Jean and the Turks as a stalking-horse, Brett felt tolerably certain that the time would soon arrive when Dubois and he would stand face to face.
In making these manifold preparations the morning pa.s.sed rapidly. The barrister insisted that his companions should go for a drive whilst he busied himself with the necessary details, and they should meet at the hotel for the midday meal. It was then that he singled out Sir Hubert for his personal share in the pursuit.
"You know Mr. Winter?" he said to the baronet.
"Yes, I remember him perfectly."
"In that case I wish you to go to the station and meet the 3.45 p.m.
train on arrival. You will probably see the Turks and Gros Jean, but pay no attention to them. Keep a bright look-out for Mr. Winter. Walk up quite openly and speak to him, and the probability is that should Gros Jean have become suspicious of this Englishman who follows in the same track as himself, your presence on the platform will convince him that he was mistaken in imagining the slightest connection between Winter"s journey and his own."
"That is good," said the major-general. "It would never have occurred to me. Any other commands?"
"None, save this," continued Brett, smiling at the old soldier"s eagerness to obey implicitly any instructions given to him. "When you meet Winter, tell him, if possible, to so direct his movements as to find out Gros Jean"s destination, if it can be done without giving the Frenchman the slightest cause for uneasiness. Otherwise the matter is of no consequence. I have already interviewed the chief of police here, and it will only be a question of an hour"s delay before the local detectives effectually locate the quarters occupied by Gros Jean and the Turks."
CHAPTER XX
CLOSE QUARTERS
Sir Hubert was all eagerness to undertake his mission. He reached the station at least half an hour too soon. Anyone seeing him there would readily admit that the barrister could not have chosen an agent less guileful in appearance. The very cut of his clothes, the immaculate character of his white spats, bespoke the elderly British gentleman.
At last the train arrived. The vast majority of its pa.s.sengers were Sicilian peasants or business men returning to Palermo from the interior of the island. To Sir Hubert"s delight, he at once caught sight of Gros Jean and the Turks, whom, of course, he quickly identified as the loungers on the tower of the Chateau d"If.
It occurred to him that there was a remote chance of recognition by Gros Jean, so he busied himself for an instant in a seeming scrutiny of the bookstall until they had pa.s.sed. A little further down the platform he caught sight of Inspector Winter, that worthy individual being engaged in a fiercely unintelligible controversy with an Italian porter as to the possession of his portmanteau.
Sir Hubert hurried forward, and seized the amazed policeman by his hand, wringing it warmly. To tell the truth, Winter did not know for a moment who it was that accorded him such a cordial greeting, for, as it subsequently transpired, the policeman was not aware of Sir Hubert"s journey to Ma.r.s.eilles, nor did he guess that Edith was with him.
The stolid detective, however, quickly recovered himself, and his first words were--
"Did Mr. Brett fully understand my signal?"
"I think so," said the other; "but he will tell you all about that afterwards. At present he wishes you to ascertain Gros Jean"s intended residence."
Mr. Winter smiled with the peculiar air of superiority affected by Scotland Yard.
"Oh, that is too easy," he condescended to explain. "I have been talking to him."
"You don"t say so!"
"Yes, I have. My French is bad, and his English is worse, but he understands that I am in the wholesale grocery trade. I have come to Palermo to buy currants!"
"Most extraordinary! How very clever of you!"
Mr. Winter drew himself up with an air of professional pride.
"That is nothing, sir," he said. "We often make queer acquaintanceships in the way of business. But Gros Jean is a smart chap. He eyed me curiously when he happened to hear that I was the fifth pa.s.senger who wished to leave the steamer at Messina, so I took the bull by the horns and made myself useful to him in the matter of getting his baggage out of the hold."
"Marvellous!" gasped Sir Hubert.
"The upshot of it was that he gave me some advice about currants. We stayed in the same hotel at Messina, travelled together in the train, and I am going to put up at the Campo Santo Hotel, where he will stay with the Turks."
Meanwhile the subject of their conversation had quitted the station, and Sir Hubert"s respect for Mr. Winter"s powers as a sleuth-hound yielded to anxiety lest the slippery Frenchman might vanish once and for all.
"Hadn"t we better follow him?" he suggested.
Mr. Winter winked knowingly. "Don"t be anxious, sir. He wants to be seen in my company. He believes I am here for trading purposes, and the a.s.sociation will be useful to him."
Nevertheless the baronet was glad to find that Mr. Winter"s confidence was not misplaced, when, ten minutes later, he again encountered the Frenchman and the Turks at the door of the Campo Santo, a cheap and popular hotel near the square that forms the centre of Palermo.
The detective was eminently suited for the _role_ he now filled.
"Ah, monsoo," he cried with boisterous good humour, "permittez-moi introducer un friend of mine, Monsoo Smeeth, de Londres, you know. Je ne savez pas les noms de votre companiongs, but they are tres bons camarades, je suis certain."
Gros Jean was most complaisant.
"It ees von grand plaisir, m"sieu," he said, whilst the Turks gravely bowed their acknowledgments.
The upshot of this extraordinary meeting was that when Mr. Winter had secured a room and the party had ordered dinner, the six men set out for a stroll through the town.
Sir Hubert strove hard to so manoeuvre their ramble that they should pa.s.s the Hotel de France, and perchance come under the astonished eyes of Brett and the others.
But this amiable design was frustrated by Gros Jean"s eagerness to visit the post-office, which lay in a different direction.
One of the Turks, none other than Hussein-ul-Mulk, spoke English fairly well, and it puzzled the old baronet considerably to answer his questions.
Yet the situation pa.s.sed off well. Gros Jean came out of the post-office, apparently without having obtained any missives--a letter, of course, could not possibly await him--and suggested that they should wander towards the harbour.
Sir Hubert strongly recommended the spectacular beauty of the street where the Hotel de France lay, but Gros Jean politely insisted that he wished to make some inquiries at the shipping office, and Mr. Winter backed him up, being ignorant of the baronet"s real motive.
There was nothing to do but yield gracefully.
They walked along the Corso Vittorio Emmanuele. Sir Hubert, fresh with memories of his morning"s drive with a guide, pointed out the chief buildings, becoming sadly mixed up in the names of some of them.