Mr. Hodgman turned to the door with an impatient frown. "Nothing here,"
he growled, and was about to leave the room.
"Nothing much," said Duvall, glancing carelessly at the wooden edge of the bureau. "This woman, Mary Lanahan, is evidently an up-to-date sort of person."
Hodgman paused. "Why do you say that?" he asked.
"Smokes cigarettes, I see."
"That so. How do you know?"
Duvall smiled. "Too simple even to mention, Mr. Hodgman. See those burns on the varnish?" He pointed to a number of spots along the edge of the dresser. "Always find them somewhere about, where there"s a cigarette smoker." He gazed out of the window for a moment. "Rooms tell a great deal about the personality of the people who have occupied them. For instance, I"ve never seen this Lanahan girl, but I know that she"s not over five feet four, that she has light hair, that she reads in bed, that she writes with a stub pen, and that she"s a Roman Catholic.
Furthermore, she is left handed, inclined to be vain, wears her hair in waves, or curls, in front, is fond of the theater, and has a long narrow scar on the palm of her left hand."
He chuckled quietly, as he saw Mr. Hodgman"s look of amazement. "All very simple--quite elementary, in fact. I won"t even bother to tell you how I know--just little things here and there about the room. Here"s one of them," he said, as he picked up a rusty pen point from the desk.
"That shows she uses a stub, of course; but the way the point is worn also proves that she"s left handed. And here"s another." He pointed to the electric bulb which hung over the head of the bed. "n.o.body would use that light, except to read by in bed. The others in the room are more than sufficient for purposes of illumination. Yet the lamp has been used continuously, as its condition shows. See how blackened the gla.s.s is--and notice also how the white enamel of the back of the bed is worn off, just under the lamp. That"s from propping a pillow against it, night after night." He turned toward the door. "Of course, those things aren"t of any value, probably, in this case; but I can"t help noticing them. Force of habit, I suppose."
When Duvall arrived at the Stapleton house on Sat.u.r.day morning, he found the banker somewhat disturbed by a cablegram he had just received. "Mary claims attempts made to poison her. Will recover. Come at once," it read.
The detective appeared to be somewhat astonished, on reading the cablegram. "Looks as though somebody was afraid she might be going to talk," he remarked. "The sooner we arrive in Paris, now, the better."
CHAPTER III
Grace Duvall"s first inclination, on finding herself en route for Europe, without her husband, was to send him a wireless, advising him of her movements. Then she decided, for several reasons, not to do so.
Chief among these was the fear that such a startling piece of news would be likely to cause him a great deal of unnecessary anxiety. She knew that she could never hope to explain matters, within the limits of a marconigram. And then, too, it was highly inadvisable, she knew, to mention in a wireless message the real reason which had caused her to leave home.
So she decided to make the best of the matter, realizing that within a few days, she would see Richard in Paris, and explain everything to his satisfaction.
Immediately on reaching Paris, she drove to the office of the Prefect of Police, and sent in her card to Monsieur Lefevre. She thought it possible that he would expect her, as his agent in Washington would no doubt have communicated with him. Nor was she mistaken.
He rushed into the anteroom as soon as he received her card, and embraced her with true Gallic fervor, kissing her on both cheeks until she blushed. Then he drew her into his private office.
"Where is your husband?" he asked, eagerly, as soon as Grace was seated.
"I--I do not know. Probably on his way to Paris."
"But--my dear child! Did he not then come with you?"
"No. He--he had other business."
"Other business! But I understood that he had temporarily retired." The Prefect seemed greatly astonished.
"So he had; but an old friend, Mr. Stapleton"--
Lefevre did not allow her to finish. "Stapleton!" he fairly shouted. "He is employed by him? Mon Dieu!"
"Why not?" asked Grace in surprise.
"But--it was for that very case that I desired his a.s.sistance. And by this Stapleton, who cables that the whole police force of Paris are a lot of jumping jacks! Sacre! It is insufferable!"
"You wanted my husband for the same case?"
"a.s.suredly! What else? The child of this pig of a millionaire is stolen--what you call--kidnapped! We have been unable to find the slightest clue. I am in despair. My men a.s.sure me that it is the work of an American gang. I conceive the hope that Monsieur Duvall may know these men--that he may be in possession of information that will lead to their capture. This rich American, he has spoken with contempt of the Paris police. The efficiency of my office is questioned. My honor is at stake. I send for my friend Duvall, to a.s.sist me, and--sacre!--I find him already working for this man who has insulted me. It is monstrous!"
Grace could scarcely repress a smile. How excessively French the Prefect was, after all. "My husband did not know, when he agreed to take the case for Mr. Stapleton, that you wanted him. He does not know it now. He has not yet received your message."
"Then he does not know that you are in Paris?"
"No. I thought he would be crossing on the same boat. When I found that he wasn"t, my first thought was to send him a wireless. Then I realized that I couldn"t do so, without saying something about the business that had called me to Paris--without, in fact, mentioning you. I feared to do this--for there are so many people nowadays tapping the wireless. I thought it better to keep the matter a secret."
"And you did quite right. I wanted your husband to take up this case, quite independently, and without it being known to anyone that he was in my employ." He paused for a moment in deep thought. "No doubt his employment by Mr. Stapleton is to be kept equally secret."
"I suppose so. He asked me not to say anything about it. I had to tell you, to explain matters."
"And he doesn"t know that you are in Paris?" The Prefect gave a sudden laugh. "_Ma foi!_--what a joke!"
"A joke?"
"a.s.suredly! Don"t you see? I am going to ask _you_ to take up this case, yourself. I must use every means to recover the child of this Stapleton, before others do so for him. My professional pride will not permit me to be beaten. If I can"t have your husband, at least I shall have you."
"But--I shall be working in opposition to him."
"Not in opposition. You will both have the same object in view--the recovery of Mr. Stapleton"s boy. Whichever of you does so first, the result will be the same--the boy will be restored to his parents. But I want you, my child, to be the one to do this."
"But, Monsieur Lefevre, I could not hope to accomplish anything--where trained men have failed."
"Who knows? I remember well the a.s.sistance you gave us, in the matter of the ivory snuff box. Without your help, we should never have recovered it. I have faith in a woman"s intuition. You will find this child for me, and give your husband the surprise of his life."
"But," said Grace, smiling mischievously at the prospect which opened before her, "suppose he should see me?"
"You must disguise yourself somewhat. Change the color of your hair; it is easily done--here in Paris." The Prefect laughed. "A slight alteration in appearance only will be necessary. And do not recognize your husband, should you meet him face to face. That is most important."
"Why?"
"Because, should he become convinced that it is really you, I fear he would insist upon your dropping the case entirely, and that would not suit my plans at all. Come, my child." The Prefect"s eyes twinkled with amus.e.m.e.nt. "Do this thing for me. It will be a little joke, between us.
The honeymoon detectives, I called you, once. What an amusing thing, that now you should be working in compet.i.tion with each other, on the same case!" He began to laugh heartily.
"Well," said Grace, her sense of mischief getting the better of her, "now that I"m here, I suppose I might as well keep busy. Richard won"t be here for two days, and I may find out something in that time."
"Excellent!" The Prefect clapped his hand smartly upon his knee. "You have two days" start. In two days, much may be accomplished. Come, let us go over the case in detail."
An hour later, Grace left the Prefect"s office in a taxicab, having arranged to have her baggage sent to Monsieur Lefevre"s house, where she was to stay while in Paris. Her previous acquaintance with Madame Lefevre made this an ideal arrangement. She was to pose as a friend, in Paris on a visit.
She ordered the driver of the taxicab to take her to Mr. Stapleton"s house in the Avenue Kleber.