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"I am at your service, gentlemen," he announced promptly.
"But what about Fairholme and the young lady," he went on, turning to Sir Hubert.
"I think I understand," replied the baronet. "Mr. Brett means that these wretched diamonds should pa.s.s officially out of the control of the British Government as early as possible."
The barrister nodded.
"That being so, no time should be lost. Edith, should all go well, will be compelled in any event to remain here for several days before she can be removed. You, Jack, and you, Mr. Brett, should you so desire, can easily return here from London, after having fulfilled the trust reposed in you."
"Then I only make one stipulation," put in Daubeney quickly. "The _Blue-Bell_ will remain in Ma.r.s.eilles and bring you back."
His eagerness evoked a quiet smile all round, and it was generally agreed that this programme should be followed. In the brief discussion which ensued, Mr. Winter explained his earlier movements. The detectives attached to the British Emba.s.sy in Paris told him of Dubois' journey to Ma.r.s.eilles.
Learning that Brett was staying at the Hotel du Louvre et de la Paix, he went straight there on his arrival, only to learn that the barrister and some friends had quitted Ma.r.s.eilles that day on a private yacht bound for Palermo. The local police filled in some of the details, but chance did the rest.
Going to the P. and O. office to book his pa.s.sage to Messina on the _Ganges_, he heard of Gros Jean and the Turks, and then knew that he was on the right scent.
There was a touching meeting between Edith and the others that evening.
She was naturally pale and weak, but her buoyant spirit triumphed over physical defects, and she made light of her injuries. Even Fairholme was restored to a state of sanity by his brief visit, a fact that was evidenced by his quiet enjoyment of a cigar when he walked down to the quay to witness the departure of the _Blue-Bell_.
Before leaving Palermo Brett had another interview with the Chief of Police, the result being that un.o.btrusive but effective means were taken to safeguard the different members of the gang which had caused so much personal suffering and diplomatic uneasiness.
The reception of the party in London may be detailed in a sentence. The Turkish Amba.s.sador was specially instructed from Constantinople to take charge of the diamonds, and Talbot had the keen satisfaction of personally handing them over to the Sultan's representative, in the presence of his chief at the Foreign Office. The unlucky gems were forthwith taken back to their owner, and no doubt repose at this moment in a special reliquary, together with other mementoes of the Prophet, for the project which led to their first visit to London was definitely abandoned.
Meanwhile daily telegrams from Palermo a.s.sured Talbot and Brett as to the continued progress of the fair sufferer, who had so nearly sacrificed her life in her devoted championship of her brother's cause.
At last a day came when the _Blue-Bell_ again steamed into the harbour of Palermo, and the manner in which Fairholme shouted when he caught sight of Daubeney standing on the bridge was in itself sufficient indication that all had gone well during their absence.
The travellers were surprised and delighted to find Edith herself seated in a carriage with her uncle on the wharf. Were it not that she was pale, and her right arm was tightly strapped across her breast to prevent any movement of the injured shoulder, no one could have guessed that she had recently undergone such a terrible experience.
But Brett, delighted as he was to meet his friends again under such pleasant conditions, experienced the keenest sentiments of triumphant elation when he entered the apartment where Dubois was still confined under the watchful guard of two detectives.
Talbot accompanied him. The young Englishman had by this time quite forgiven his enemy. He felt that he was more than quits with him.
Indeed, he was the first to speak when they came together.
"I am sorry to see it is your turn to be trussed up in bed, Dubois," he said. "How are you feeling now? Getting along all right, I hope."
The Frenchman did not answer him directly. A faint smile illumined his pale face. He turned to Brett with a nonchalant question--
"Mr. Brett, have you any influence with those two worthy Italian doctors?"
"Perhaps," said the barrister. "What is it you want?"
"I want a cigarette. They won't let me smoke. Surely to goodness, a cigarette won't hurt my arm."
The barrister turned a questioning glance towards the male nurse in charge of the patient, but the man did not understand what had been said. Brett, who spoke no Italian, indicated by pantomime what it was the Frenchman required, and the attendant signified his sentiments in silent eloquence--he turned and looked out of the window. So Dubois enjoyed his cigarette in peace. He gave a sigh of great contentment, and then said, lazily--
"Now, ask me anything you like. I am ready."
"There is only one point concerning which I am really at fault," began Brett. "How did your Turkish a.s.sociates manage to murder Mehemet Ali and his secretaries so quietly?"
"Oh, that was easy enough," declared the Frenchman. "You understand I was in no way responsible for the blood-letting, and indeed strongly disapproved of it."
"Yes," replied the barrister. "I believe that."
"Well, the rest of the business was simplicity itself. Hussein--the Envoy's confidential servant--was in our pay. It was, of course, absolutely necessary to have an accomplice in the house, and his price was a small one--five hundred pounds, I think. The credentials we brought, which you, Mr. Talbot, examined, were not forgeries."
"How can that be?" cried Jack. "The Sultan would never be a party to a plot for his own undoing."
"Don't ask me for explanations I cannot give," responded Dubois coolly.
"The exact facts of this story can only be ascertained at Yildiz Kiosk, and I do not suppose that anyone there will ever tell you. No doubt you saw for yourself that Mehemet Ali was convinced. Were it not for you, he would have given up control that night. But you and your policemen, and your confounded English notions of right and wrong, rendered necessary the adoption of the second part of the plan we had decided on, in case the first miscarried. After I left the house with you, Hussein brought in more coffee. That which he and my Turkish friends drank was all right. The beverage given to Mehemet Ali and his secretaries was drugged."
"Ah!" interrupted Brett, "that explains everything. But why was Hussein killed?"
"That is another matter, which only a Turk can understand. These fellows believe in the knife or a piece of whipcord as ending unpleasant difficulties most effectually. You see they were not ordinary rogues.
They pretended to be conspirators actuated by pure political motives--motives which a common servant like Hussein could not really be expected to appreciate. So to close his mouth thoroughly they stabbed him whilst he was taking some loose cash from his master's pockets. Then it occurred to them that when Mehemet Ali and the others recovered from the effects of the drug, they also would be able to throw an unpleasantly strong light on the complicity of certain high personages in Constantinople. This was sufficient reason for the adoption of strong measures, so they also were peacefully despatched."
"But where did the knife come from?" pursued Brett. "It was not in their possession when they entered, nor when they left."
"No; of course not. Hussein brought it himself, to be used in case of necessity. He also brought the pliers which cut the wire blinds, and the material used for concealing the broken strands subsequently. Hussein was really an excellent confederate, and I was furious when I heard that he was dead. You know how the diamonds were abstracted from the house?"
"Yes," said Brett. "They were made up into a parcel and flung through the window into the Park. The knife and the pliers accompanied them, I suppose?"
"The third Turk--the gentleman who pulled you down on to the bed so unceremoniously, Mr. Talbot--was waiting there for the packet. But he had to hide in the Park all the night, until the gates were opened in the morning. It was a ticklish business right through. I did not know at what hour the police might discover the extent of the crime. The diamonds did not reach me until seven o'clock. And then I had some difficulty in persuading the Turks to give them up to me. You see, I had my own little plan, too, which these excellent gentlemen never suspected, as they already had paid me 5,000 for my help. But the real heads of the party were in Paris--Hussein-ul-Mulk and that gang, you know--and by representing the danger to their cause which would result from any attempt on the part of the Turks in London to reach France, they were at last persuaded. By nine o'clock that morning I got them safely off to the docks, where they boarded a vessel bound for Smyrna.
Their pa.s.sages were already booked in Armenian names. Gros Jean, who had no connexion with the affair personally, stayed at a little hotel in Soho in order to report all clear during the next few days. He happened by chance to travel with you and the other man. It was a clever scheme, I a.s.sure you, from beginning to end. By the way, may I trouble you for another cigarette?"
"These are not equal to Hussein-ul-Mulk's," said Brett, producing his case.
"No, he has an exquisite taste in tobacco. But I nearly fooled him with the dummy diamonds. I would have done so if it had not been for you. Do you know, Mr. Brett, I have always underrated Englishmen's brains. You are really stupid as a nation"--here Talbot almost blushed--"but you are an exception. You ought to be a Frenchman."
"I suppose I may regard that as a compliment?" remarked Brett casually.
"Take it as you like," said Dubois. "And now that I have told you all that you want to know, I suppose, may I ask you a question of some interest to myself? What is to become of me? Am I to be hanged, or imprisoned, or pa.s.sed on to the Sultan for treatment?"
Brett was silent for a few moments. He had fully discussed Dubois'
connexion with the British authorities.
"How much of the five thousand pounds given you by the Turks remains in your possession?" he demanded.
The Frenchman hesitated before replying--
"There is no use lying to you. I have not yet expended the first thousand, although I had to pay pretty dearly for a good many things."
Again there was silence.
"Why did you come here?" asked the barrister.
"Because I would be safe for some months with a few hospitable gentlemen whom I know up in the hills there." He nodded towards the window, through which they could see the blue crests of the distant mountains.