"By reconstructing the last hours of her life. We are now on our way to Lady Beltham"s residence, Boulevard Inkermann."
"And what are we to do when we arrive there?"
"I shall examine the house, which is probably empty, and you are to "pump" the neighbours, to ask questions of the tradespeople. I should attract too much attention if I were to do this myself, and that is why I dragged you away from your work."
Some moments later the taxi pulled up at the corner of Boulevard Inkermann.
"The house is number--" said Juve as he took Fandor by the arm. "Bless me, you remember the house! It is the one in which I arrested Gurn three years ago; that famous day he came to see Lady Beltham, disguised as a beggar."
The two friends soon found themselves at their destination. Through the garden railing, which was wholly covered with a dense growth of ivy, the two saw the house, which now looked very dilapidated.
"It doesn"t look as if it had been inhabited for a long while," said Fandor.
"That"s what we want to make sure of. Go and make your inquiries."
Fandor left his companion and made his way back to the commercial section of Neuilly. He stopped opposite a sign which read:
"Gardening done."
"Anyone there?" he inquired.
An old woman, standing in the doorway, came forward. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"If I am not mistaken, it was you who attended to Lady Beltham"s garden?"
"Yes, sir, we kept her garden in order. But my husband hasn"t worked there for several months, as Lady Beltham has been away."
"I heard she was coming back to Paris, and called to-day, but found the house closed up."
"Oh, I am sorry. Lady Beltham"s an excellent customer and Mme. Raymond also bought flowers of us."
"Mme. Raymond. She is a friend of Lady Beltham?"
"Her companion. It is now close to a year that Mme. Raymond has been living with her. Oh! a very pleasant lady; a pretty brunette, very elegant and not at all proud."
Fandor thought it well not to seem astonished.
"Oh, yes, of course," he cried, "Mme. Raymond. I remember now. Lady Beltham"s life is so sad and lonely."
"True enough," the woman replied, and, lowering her voice: "And then, what with all these tales of noises and ghosts, the house can"t be too pleasant to live in, eh?"
Fandor pretended to be well posted. "People still talk of these incidents?"
"Oh, yes, sir."
Fandor did not venture to press the subject, and, taking leave of the worthy woman, he made his way back to the Boulevard. As soon as Juve caught sight of him in the distance he ran up eagerly.
"Well?"
"Well, Juve, what have you found out during my absence?"
"In the first place that it is exactly sixty-four days since Lady Beltham left Neuilly. I discovered this by the dates on a lot of circulars in the letter box. I also had a talk with a butcher"s man and learned that Lady Beltham had a companion."
"Oh! I was bringing you that same news!"
"This Mme. Raymond is young, dark, very pretty. Can"t you guess who she is?"
Fandor stared at Juve.
"You mean----"
"Josephine. It"s perfectly clear. We know Lady Beltham wrote a confession, that Fantomas suspected this and murdered her to get hold of it, and further that in this murder Loupart was involved. Josephine was introduced to Lady Beltham by Fantomas. A spy going there to betray the great lady and possibly entice her later to the Cite Frochot. Let us make haste, lad. We thought we had to follow the trail of Loupart and Chaleck, but we mustn"t lose sight of Josephine. She may be the means of helping us to the truth."
XX
THE ARREST OF JOSEPHINE
The somewhat grim faces of Mme. Guinon, Julie and the Flirt lit up suddenly. Bonzille, the tramp set free by the police the day after the "drive" in the Rue Charbonniere, had opened the bottle of vermouth, and Josephine bustled around to find gla.s.ses to put on the table.
Josephine had visitors in her little lodging. There was to be a quiet lunch. On the sideboard attractive dishes were ready, a fine savour of cooking onions came from the dark corner in which Loupart"s pretty mistress was doing hasty cookery over the gas.
"Neat or with water?" asked Bonzille, performing his office of cup bearer with comical dignity.
Mme. Guinon asked for plenty of water. Julie shrugged her shoulders indifferently; she didn"t care so long as there was drink, while the Flirt, in her cracked voice, breathed in the loafer"s ear: "How about a sip of brandy to put with it?"
The appetiser loosened tongues: they began to cackle. From a drawer Josephine got out a pack of cards, which the Flirt promptly seized, while Julie, leaning familiarly on her shoulder, counselled her:
"Cut with the left and watch what you are doing; we shall see if there"s any luck for us in the pack."
Josephine had now been back three days from her painful journey and had not seen Loupart. The latter, after having abandoned the motor in some waste ground among the fortifications, had vanished with the Beard, only bidding his mistress go home as if nothing had happened and wait for news of him.
The Simplon Express affair had made a great stir in the fashionable world, and had produced considerable uneasiness among the criminal cla.s.s.
To be sure no name had been mentioned, and apparently the police were not following any definite clue. Still, in the Chapelle quarter, and especially in the den of the "Goutte d"Or" and the Rue de Chartres, it was noticed that the absence of the chief members of the Band of Cyphers coincided with the date of the tragedy.
At first there had been some slight stand-offishness shown to Josephine on her return. She was greeted with doubtful allusions, equivocal compliments, with a touch of coldness, and folks were also amazed at not seeing Loupart reappear with her.
Josephine told herself that she must at all costs disabuse her neighbours of this bad impression, and that is why she had decided to give a luncheon party to her most intimate friends. These might also be her most formidable opponents, for such damsels as the Flirt and Julie, even big Ernestine, could not fail to be jealous of the mistress of a distinguished leader; besides, she was the prettiest woman in the quarter.
Joining the conversation from time to time, Josephine smiled and regained confidence. Her manoeuvre bade fair to be crowned with success.
As they sat down to table the door opened and Mother Toulouche came in, carrying a capacious basket.