Juve frowned and suddenly fell silent. Then abruptly changing the conversation, he asked his lieutenant:
"You told me, did you not, that you could no longer appear in the character of the Sapper?"
"Quite true, Inspector, I was spotted just the day before the crime by Loupart, and so was my colleague, Nonet."
"Talking of that," answered Juve, "Nonet mentioned vaguely something about an affair at the docks, supposed to have been planned by the Beard and an individual known as the Cooper. Are you fully informed?"
"Unfortunately no, Inspector. I know no more about the matter than you do."
"And what is Nonet about now?"
"He has left for Chartres."
Juve shrugged his shoulders. He was annoyed. Perhaps if Leon, nicknamed Nonet, had not been transferred he would by now have obtained pertinent clues to the dock"s affair.
After having enjoined Michel to devise a new disguise which allowed him to mix once more with the Band of Cyphers and going back to "The Good Comrades," Juve went down to the bas.e.m.e.nt to supervise the workmen, who were now back; while Michel busied himself with the inventory of the papers found in Doctor Chaleck"s study.
On leaving the house toward half-past seven in the evening Juve went slowly down to the Rue des Martyrs, pondering over the occurrences which for several days had succeeded each other with such startling rapidity.
As he reached the boulevards the bawling of newsboys attracted his attention. An ominous headline was displayed in the papers the crowd was struggling for.
"ANOTHER RAILROAD ACCIDENT.
THE SIMPLON EXPRESS TELESCOPES THE Ma.r.s.eILLES LIMITED. MANY VICTIMS."
Juve anxiously bought a paper and scanned the list of the injured, fearful that Fandor would be found among the number. But as he read the details and learned that those in the detached carriage had escaped, he felt somewhat relieved. Hailing a taxi he drove off rapidly to the Prefecture in search of more precise information.
"A message for you, M. Juve."
The detective, hurrying home, was pa.s.sing the porter"s lodge. He pulled up short.
"For me?"
"Yes--it"s certainly your name on the telegram."
Juve took the blue envelope with distrust and uneasiness. He had given his home address to no one. He glanced over the message, and gave a sigh of relief.
"The dear fellow," he muttered as he went upstairs. "He"s had a narrow escape; however, all"s well than ends well."
After a hurried toilet and a bite of dinner, Juve set off again, jumped into a train for the Boulevard St. Germain and got down at the Jardin des Plantes. Then, sauntering casually along, he made for Bercy by the docks, which were covered as far as the eye could see with rows and rows of barrels.
About two hours later, Juve, who had been wandering about the vast labyrinth of wine-docks, began to grow impatient.
It was already fifty minutes past the appointed hour, and the detective began to feel uneasy. Why was Fandor so late? Something must surely have happened to him! And then what a queer idea to choose such a meeting place!
Suddenly, Juve started. He recalled his talk that afternoon with Michel; the reference made to the affair of the docks in which the Beard and the Cooper were implicated. What if he had been drawn into a trap!
The detective"s reflections were suddenly cut short by unusual and alarming sounds.
He fancied he heard the shrill blast of a whistle, followed by the rush of footsteps and a collision of empty barrels.
Juve held his breath and crouched down under the shed in which he stood; he thought he saw the outline of a shadow pa.s.sing slowly in the distance. Juve was stealthily following in its tracks when he caught a significant click.
"Two can play at that," he growled between his teeth, as he c.o.c.ked his revolver. The shadow disappeared, but the footsteps went on.
Disguising his voice he called out: "Who goes there?"
A sharp summons answered him, "Halt!"
Juve was about to call upon his mysterious neighbour to do likewise, when a report rang out, at once followed by another. Juve saw where the shots came from. His a.s.sailant was scarcely fifteen paces from him, but luckily the shots had gone wide.
"Use up your cartridges, my friend," muttered Juve; "when your get to number six, it will be my turn."
The sixth shot rang out. This was the signal for Juve to spring forward.
Leaping over the barrels, he made for the shadow which he espied at intervals. All at once he gave a cry of triumph. He was face to face with a man.
His cry, however, changed into amazement.
"You, Fandor?"
"Juve!"
"You"ve begun shooting at me, now, have you?"
For answer, the journalist held out his revolver, which was fully loaded.
"But what are you doing here, Juve?" he asked.
"You wired to me to come."
"That I never did."
Juve drew the telegram from his pocket and held it out to Fandor, but as the two men drew close together, they were startled by a lightning flash, and a report. A bullet whistled past their ears. Instinctively they lay flat between two barrels, holding their breaths.
Juve whispered instructions: "When I give the signal, fire at anything you see or toward the direction of the next report."
The two men slowly and noiselessly raised their heads.
"Ah," cried Juve.
And he fired at the rapidly fleeing figure.
"Did you see?" whispered Fandor, clutching Juve"s arm. "It"s Chaleck."
Juve was about to leap up and start in pursuit when a series of dull thuds, the overturning of barrels, stifled oaths and cracking planks smote his ear. These noises were followed by the measured footfall of a body of men drawing near, words of command and shrill whistles.