"No one has any suspicion of the lady in question," I said. "Only--only from certain facts within my knowledge and certain words which she herself has uttered, a terrible and horrible thought has seized me."
"That Marie Bracq was killed by her hand--eh? Ah, m"sieur, I quite understand," he said. "And you are seeking the truth--in order to clear the woman you love?"
"Exactly. That is the truth. That is why I am devoting all my time--all that I possess in order to solve the mystery and get at the actual truth."
Fremy glanced at his chief, then at me.
"Bien, m"sieur," exclaimed Van Huffel. "But there is no great necessity for you to know the actual ident.i.ty of Marie Bracq. So long as you are able to remove the stigma from the lady in question, who is to be your wife, and to whom you are undoubtedly devoted, what matters whether the dead girl was the daughter of a prince or of a rag-picker? We will a.s.sist you in every degree in our power," he went on. "M"sieur Fremy will question the postal clerk, watch will be kept at the Poste Restante, at each of the railway stations, and in various other quarters, so that if any of the gang are in the city they cannot leave it without detection----"
"Except by automobile," I interrupted.
"Ah! I see m"sieur possesses forethought," he said with a smile. "Of course, they can easily hire an automobile and run to Namur, Ghent, or Antwerp--or even to one or other of the frontiers. But M"sieur Fremy is in touch with all persons who have motor-cars for hire. If they attempted to leave by car when once their descriptions are circulated, we should know in half an hour, while to cross the frontier by car would be impossible." Then, turning to the inspector, he said, "You will see that precautions are immediately taken that if they are here they cannot leave."
"The matter is in my hands, m"sieur," answered the great detective simply.
"Then m"sieur refuses to satisfy me as to the exact ident.i.ty of Marie Bracq?" I asked Van Huffel in my most persuasive tone.
"A thousand regrets, m"sieur, but as I have already explained, I am compelled to regard the secret entrusted to me."
"I take it that her real name is not Marie Bracq?" I said, looking him in the face.
"You are correct. It is not."
"Is she a Belgian subject?" I asked.
"No, m"sieur, the lady is not."
"You said that a great sensation would be caused if the press knew the truth?"
"Yes. I ask you to do me the favour, and promise me absolute secrecy in this matter. If we are to be successful in the arrest of these individuals, then the press must know nothing--not a syllable. Do I have your promise, M"sieur Royle?"
"If you wish," I answered.
"And we on our part will a.s.sist you to clear this lady who is to be your wife--but upon one condition."
"And that is what?" I asked.
"That you do not seek to inquire into the real ident.i.ty of the poor young lady who has lost her life--the lady known to you and others as Marie Bracq," he said, looking straight into my eyes very seriously.
CHAPTER XXVI.
SHOWS EXPERT METHODS.
It being the luncheon hour, Fremy and myself ate our meal at the highly popular restaurant, the Taverne Joseph, close to the Bourse, where the cooking is, perhaps, the best in Brussels and where the cosmopolitan, who knows where to eat, usually makes for when in the Belgian capital.
After our coffee, cigarettes, and a "triple-sec" each, we strolled round to the General Post Office. As we approached that long flight of granite steps I knew so well, a poor-looking, ill-dressed man with the pinch of poverty upon his face, and his coat b.u.t.toned tightly against the cold, edged up to my companion on the pavement and whispered a word, afterwards hurrying on.
"Our interesting friend has not been here yet," the detective remarked to me. "We will have a talk with the clerk at the Poste Restante."
Entering the great hall, busy as it is all day, we approached the window where letters were distributed from A to L, and where sat the same pleasant, fair-haired man sorting letters.
"Bon jour, m"sieur!" he exclaimed, when he caught sight of Fremy. "What weather, eh?"
The great detective returned his greetings, and then putting his head further into the window so that others should not overhear, said in French:
"I am looking for an individual, an Englishman, name of Bryant, and am keeping watch outside. He is wanted in England for a serious offence. Has he been here?"
"Bryant?" repeated the clerk thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Fremy, and then I spelt the name slowly.
The clerk reached his hand to the pigeon-hole wherein were letters for callers whose names began with B, and placing them against a little block of black wood on the counter before him, looked eagerly through while we watched intently.
Once or twice he stopped to scrutinise an address, but his fingers went on again through the letters to the end.
"Nothing," he remarked laconically, replacing the packet in the pigeon-hole. "But there has been correspondence for him. I recollect--a thin-faced man, with grey hair and clean shaven. Yes. I remember him distinctly. He always called just before the office was closed."
"When did he call last?" asked Fremy quickly.
"The night before last, I think," was the man"s answer. "A lady was with him--a rather stout English lady."
We both started.
"Did the lady ask for any letters?"
"Yes. But I forget the name."
"Petre is her right name," I interrupted. Then I suggested to Fremy: "Ask the other clerk to look through the letter "P.""
"Non, m"sieur!" exclaimed the fair-haired employee. "The name she asked for was in my division. It was not P."
"Then she must have asked for a name that was not her own," I said.
"And it seems very much as though we have lost the gang by a few hours,"
Fremy said disappointedly. "My own opinion is that they left Brussels by the Orient Express last night. They did not call at the usual time yesterday."
"They may come this evening," I suggested.
"Certainly they may. We shall, of course, watch," he replied.
"When the man and woman called the day before yesterday," continued the employee, "there was a second man--a dark-faced Indian with them, I believe. He stood some distance away, and followed them out. It was his presence which attracted my attention and caused me to remember the incident."
Fremy exchanged looks with me. I knew he was cursing his fate which had allowed the precious trio to slip through his fingers.