CHAPTER VIII

WHAT HAPPENED IN THE RUE BARBETTE

Pending Fairholme's arrival, Brett was not idle. He visited a prominent

jeweller in the Rue de la Paix, and, after making some trivial

purchases, led the conversation to the question of diamonds. By skilful

inquiry he ascertained a good deal about precious stones, both in their

crude and their finished states. The accommodating Frenchman showed him

a good many samples of South African, Brazilian, and Indian stones, and

explained to him the various tests which were used to determine their

value.

Brett had no special object in seeking this information. When engaged in

elucidating any mystery he made it an invariable rule to post himself as

accurately as possible concerning all minor details which might, by any

straining of circumstances, become useful.

He returned to his hotel and jotted down some notes of this

conversation. Whilst engaged in the task a telegram arrived from the

Earl of Fairholme announcing that nobleman's departure from London by

the afternoon train service via Boulogne.

Punctually at the time appointed the earl reached the hotel. He was all

eagerness to learn what had happened since they parted in London, and

why Brett had so suddenly summoned him to Paris.

"I really have not much definite information," said the barrister. "Thus

far I am building chiefly on surmise, but I have undoubtedly come into

contact with the persons who organized and planned, if they did not

actually carry out, the raid on the Albert Gate mansion."

"Then you have news of Jack?" broke in Fairholme excitedly.

"Not exactly. All I can do at present is to assure you that the scent is

hot, and we may run our quarry to earth some few minutes after eleven

o'clock to-morrow morning."

"I am jolly glad that there is a chance of my being useful in this

matter," said the earl gleefully. "If only I am a little bit

instrumental in recovering her brother, Edith hasn't got a leg to stand

on in the matter of getting married. That's awkwardly put, isn't it?

What I mean is that when Talbot is restored to his family and everything

is satisfactorily cleared up, Edith and I can get spliced immediately,

can't we?"

"I regard it as the most assured fact we have yet encountered," said

Brett, pleasantly.

"But you haven't told me yet the exact manner in which I can be useful."

"No," said the barrister. "I have been revolving in my mind the

possibilities of to-morrow morning, and you must play an important part

in what, by chance, may turn out to be a melodrama. Now, listen to me

carefully. In the neighbourhood of the Porte St. Martin there is a

street known as the Rue Barbette. At eleven o'clock to-morrow I go to

the house No. 11 in that street, and you will accompany me as far as the

door. It will be your duty to stand outside and take note of all

persons who enter or leave the house once I have disappeared from view

in the interior. You must exercise your powers of observation most

minutely, paying heed to the height, build, complexion, and clothing of

any individual, male or female, who enters or leaves No. 11, Rue

Barbette, after you have taken your stand in the street. It is more than

probable that no person will demand scrutiny, unless it be some chance

tradesman's assistant visiting the building in pursuance of his ordinary

work. However, do you feel capable of attending to this part of the

programme?"

"Perfectly."

"You will maintain watch until 11.30. If at that hour I have not

rejoined you, make your way to the nearest policeman, and tell him that

you have good reason to believe that a friend of yours has either been

murdered or suffered serious personal injury in a room on the second

storey of the house in question. You will then, in company with the

policeman, come rapidly to the apartment I have indicated and demand an

immediate entrance--if necessary bursting the door open."

"And what then?" gasped the amazed earl.

"I really don't know," said Brett imperturbably. "It is possible you may

find my gory corpse in one of the inner rooms. The best I can hope for

is that I shall be simply a prisoner, but I fully expect to be seriously

injured at the very least."

"But look here, Brett: are you doing the right thing in this matter? Why

on earth should you run such an awful risk, and take it alone, too?

Isn't it possible to obtain some trustworthy detective to keep watch in

the street, and let me go into the place with you? Don't you see, old

chap, that two of us might make a reasonable show if violence is

attempted? One man hasn't much chance."

The barrister cut short his friend's protestations.

"I sent for you, Lord Fairholme," he said, "because I felt that I could

trust you to obey my instructions implicitly. This is a matter in which

I do not want the police to interfere. My visit to the Rue Barbette

to-morrow morning may end quite satisfactorily. If it does, we shall be

in possession of important information leading to the prompt release of

Mr. Talbot. If it fails, there will certainly be some shooting or

stabbing, or perhaps an attempt may be made to keep me a prisoner. This

latter eventuality renders the presence of the police essential. No

matter what has happened to me, they will, with your assistance, be able

to take up the inquiry exactly where I leave it off. In this note-book

here, which I am placing in a locked drawer"--and he suited his action

to the words--"you will find details of all that I have done up to the

present moment, together with the lines along which future inquiries

should proceed. In particular, you will find an elaboration of the

theory which I expect to-morrow's visit to confirm. You fully understand

me? All this anticipates that after 11.30 to-morrow I shall be

personally unable to conduct the investigation further."

"Yes," agreed the earl, with rueful emphasis, "I fully understand the

proposition, and I tell you, Brett, I don't like it. There has been

enough blood spilt in this beastly business already, and I feel a sort

of personal responsibility for you, you know, because I brought you into

it."

"Then," said the barrister, with a laugh, "I solemnly acquit you of any

such responsibility. I am going into the business with my eyes open. It

interests me strangely, and I would not abandon the quest now on any

account."

"But can't you explain matters a little more clearly? Is it necessary

that I should be kept in the dark as to the circumstances which have led

up to this critical movement to-morrow?"

"Not in the least. It is, indeed, very important that you should

comprehend all that has gone before; I only started at the end, so to

speak, so as to fix accurately in your mind your part of the business,

which now stands separate and distinctly outlined in your memory. What I

am going to tell you simply leads up to the expected denouement."

He then recited to the wondering earl the whole of the curious events

which had happened during the preceding twenty-four hours.

It was late when they got to bed, but they rested well, and, after the

manner of their race, fortified themselves with a good breakfast against

the trials of the day, whatever these might prove to be. A few minutes

before the appointed hour they quitted a _fiacre_ in the vicinity of the

Rue Barbette, and at eleven o'clock Brett passed the _concierge_, whilst

Fairholme took up his stand outside.

The barrister was received with smiling complacence by Hussein-ul-Mulk.

On this occasion he was conducted to another room of the flat, and he

promptly noted that the windows looked out to the rear of the building,

whereas during his previous visit he could survey the street.

"This promises badly," said Brett to himself, but he betrayed not the

slightest unwillingness to fall in with the arrangements made for his

reception, and lounged back in a comfortable chair so easily that not

even the quick-witted Turk suspected that the barrister's hip pocket

contained a very serviceable revolver.

Hussein-ul-Mulk commenced the conversation. "I have," he said, "a couple

of friends here who are interested in the matter you were good enough to

mention to me yesterday. With your permission I will introduce them,"

and he threw open another door with a single Turkish word which Brett

imagined was an invitation to enter.

Two men came from an adjoining room. They were Turks--swarthy,

evil-looking customers, but well-dressed, and evidently persons of

consequence in their own country. The newcomers eyed the barrister

curiously, and with no very friendly intent.

A brief conversation in Turkish resulted in Hussein-ul-Mulk addressing

Brett.

"I must apologize for the fact that my friends here only speak their

native tongue. Before we proceed to business I wish to ask you a few

questions."

"Certainly," said Brett; "go ahead."

"You mentioned to me yesterday that you had no desire to invoke the aid

of the police in prosecuting the inquiry which interests you."

"Quite right," said Brett.

"May I ask if you have adhered to that intention?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, Mr.--Mr."--Hussein-ul-Mulk consulted a visiting card--"Mr.

Reginald Brett, I think, is your name? It would be idle on my part to

compliment you on your bravery, but it would be still more futile to

attempt to conceal from you the danger of the position in which you now

stand."

"Sit," corrected Brett, still smiling.

"Well," said the Turk, "we will not quibble about words. The fact

remains, Mr. Brett, that you have needlessly thrust yourself into an

enterprise of such a desperate character that all interlopers can be

dealt with only in one way."

"You kill them," said Brett, airily.

"Yes," said the Turk, "I deeply regret to inform you that you have

guessed the object of my remarks with the singular skill you have

already betrayed in reaching the existing position. I can only add that

I am surprised the same skill did not influence you to avoid forcing

upon us the only alternative left."

"Am I to be killed at once?" said Brett, speaking with a slight

affectation of boredom.

Even the self-possessed Turk could not conceal his amazement at the

manner in which his strange visitor conducted himself.

"That is a point we have not yet decided," he said. "We are strangely

unwilling to take the life of such a brave man as yourself. If we were

assured of your silence, we would even be disposed to permit you to

escape this time, with a solemn warning not to cross our path again. But

we feel that clemency is out of the question. There is one hope--a

slight one, it is true--which may permit us to gag you and tie you

securely in this room, where you will be left in peace for at least

forty-eight hours, after which time a telegram can be despatched to any

address you choose to supply us with. But really, owing to unforeseen

circumstances, this chance of a reprieve is remote. It wholly depends

upon the arrival, or otherwise, at this house, of a gentleman whom we

expect at 11.15."

Brett leaned forward in his chair, and took out his watch. The other

misunderstood his movement, and each of the three men promptly produced

a revolver.

Brett laughed quite heartily. "Really, gentlemen," he cried, "your

nervousness is ludicrous."

He saw that he yet had five minutes' grace before his self-constituted

judges would proceed to execute their sentence. As for the Turks, they

were manifestly ashamed of having betrayed such trepidation, and they

replaced the weapons so readily staged.

"That is a point in my favour," thought Brett. "Next time, if I do wish

to reach my revolver, I may be able to get the draw on them first."

"During the interval," said Hussein-ul-Mulk suavely, "is there anything

you wish to do--any letters to write, or that sort of thing?"

"No," said Brett, "I do not think so; it seems to me that you have

thoroughly misunderstood the purpose of this meeting. I came here in

order to obtain from you particulars which will lead to the release of

Mr. Talbot and redeem his character in the eyes of his superiors. I did

not come here to be killed, Hussein-ul-Mulk. I am not going to be

killed. If you touch a hair of my head you will only leave this house

for a prison, and subsequently for the gallows. And so, you see, you are

talking childishly when you dangle these threats and preliminaries to

immediate execution before my eyes. It is not you, but I, who will

dictate the terms on which we part. It may perhaps interest you to

explain this new phase of the situation to your fellow-countrymen, and

the matter will also serve to dissipate the few minutes which yet have

to elapse before 11.15."

Hussein-ul-Mulk made no direct reply to this remarkable speech. That it

impressed him was quite evident from his manner. Forthwith an animated

but subdued conversation took place between the triumvirate.

While it was yet in progress a peculiar knock was heard on the outside

door of the apartment.

"Ah! he comes," said Hussein-ul-Mulk in French. He left the room in

order to meet the new arrival. He returned without delay, bringing with

him a man very different from those whom Brett had encountered thus far

in connection with the crime. This was a dapper little Frenchman,

wizened, yellow-skinned, black-haired, and dressed almost in the extreme

of fashion. He at once addressed himself to the barrister.

"They tell me, my friend," he said, "that you have thrust your finger

into the pie which the friends of his Majesty the Sultan are preparing

for him. It is a bad business. You are too soon for the banquet. The

result is that your poor little finger may get burnt, as the pie is

still being cooked."

The man smiled maliciously at his feeble witticism, and Brett instantly

took his measure as a member of the gang of flash thieves which infest

Paris. He knew that such a ruffian was both pitiless and cowardly.

Whatever the outcome of the situation which faced him, he would not

stoop to conciliatory methods with this despicable rascal.

"I suppose," he said, "that the only part of the affair which concerns

you is the robbery."

"Well, and what if it is?"

"I can only say that your political friends will be well advised to keep

a close eye on you, for you would rob them just as soon as the persons

against whom they have employed you."

The little thief laughed cynically. "You are right, _mon vieux_. I would

be delighted to have the chance. But this time it is impossible. The

stones are too big. They are worth--pouf!--millions of francs, so I

must be content to receive my pay, which is good."

"Have you entrusted the Sultan's diamonds to the care of a scamp like

this?" said Brett, addressing himself to Hussein, and inwardly resolving

that unless the conversation by chance took a turn favourable to

himself, he would forthwith open fire on the gang and endeavour to

escape.

"Yes," cried the conspirator with a savage laugh. "You have never seen

them, Mr. Brett? Here they are. To many men the sight would be a

pleasant one. To you it should be terrible, for the arrival of these

diamonds at this moment means that you must die."

So saying, he produced from an inner pocket of his frock-coat a large,

plain morocco case. The pressure of a spring caused the lid to fly back,

revealing to the eyes of those in the room a collection of diamonds

marvellous by reason of the size and magnificence of each stone.

In the centre reposed the Imperial diamond itself. For an instant Brett

reflected that whilst the other men were fascinated by the spectacle, he

would have a good opportunity to shoot some of them without mercy and

make a dash for liberty.

But at the same moment there came to him an odd thought. His friend the

jeweller of the Rue de la Paix had not given him a lesson in vain during

the previous afternoon.

The barrister suspected--in fact, he was almost sure--that the gems now

flaunting their half-revealed glories in the light of the day--for not

one of them had undergone the final process peculiar to the

diamond-cutter's trade--were not the real stones stolen from Albert

Gate, but well fabricated substitutes.

To his acute brain there came an immediate confirmation of his theory.

Evidently the diamonds had not been previously in the Turk's possession.

The little Frenchman had just delivered them, and this in itself was a

strange circumstance in view of the fact that the genuine stones must

have been in Paris at least three days.

Brett concentrated all his dramatic faculties in look, voice, and

gesture.

"You fools!" he cried. "You have been swindled by a device which a child

might suspect. These are not the Sultan's diamonds. These are

frauds--cleverly concocted bits of crystal and alum--intended to keep

you happy until you return to Constantinople and discover how thoroughly

you were deceived."

"You lie!" roared the little Frenchman. "They are genuine."

Brett wanted to punch the diminutive scoundrel heavily in the face, but

he restrained himself. Turning with a magnificent assumption of

courteousness to Hussein-ul-Mulk, he said--

"Come, I told you you were acting childishly; this proves it. A most

outrageous attempt has been made to swindle you, if I may use such a

term to persons who confessedly are plotting to rob another. Surely this

will convince you that you have nothing to fear from me. I am here as

the agent neither of Sultan nor police. It is a simple matter for you to

verify my statement. All that is necessary is for one of your party to

take any of these alleged diamonds--I would suggest the smallest one so

as not to create suspicion--to any jeweller in the district, and he will

test it for you immediately, thus proving the truth of my statement.

Look here; I will convince you myself."

He took the monster diamond irreverently in his hand before

Hussein-ul-Mulk could prevent him and turned to the window. He pressed

the stone against the glass and tried to make it cut. It failed. He

placed it against his cheek. It was warm. A pure diamond would be icy

cold. More than this, a small portion of the composition of which the

imitation had been hastily concocted, broke off in his fingers.

"You see," he laughed. "Do you require further proof?"

Even while he spoke the diminutive little Frenchman turned and bolted.

One of the Turks drew a revolver and rushed after him, but

Hussein-ul-Mulk uttered some authoritative words which prevented the man

from firing. The Frenchman was evidently an adept in the art of dodging

pursuit. In the passage he ducked suddenly, and threw the Turk heavily

to the ground. Then, without further interference, he slipped the latch

of the door and slammed it hastily behind him, leaving Brett silently

laughing at Hussein-ul-Mulk and his remaining confederate, whilst the

gentleman who had been upset was slowly regaining his disturbed gravity.

"Can it be possible that what you say is true?" said Hussein-ul-Mulk, in

such piteous accents that Brett was moved to further mirth.

"Surely you do not doubt the evidence?" he said. "Take any of these

stones; they will crumble to pieces on the hearth if struck the

slightest blow. See, I will pulverise one with my heel."

And he did so, though the amazed and despairing men whom he addressed

would have restrained him, for they still could not bring themselves to

believe.

"Come, now," he went on "arouse yourselves; and give me the information

I want. That is the only way in which you may attain your ends. Of

course I cannot help you. It may be that as you have bungled matters so

badly, the authorities will stop you and land you all in prison; but

that is no concern of mine. At this moment I simply wish to release my

friend and proclaim his innocence. For the rest, you must take care of

yourselves. You know best who it is that has so thoroughly outwitted

you."

Hussein-ul-Mulk was the first to recover his scattered senses.

"We cannot choose but believe you, Mr. Brett," he said. "We are even

indebted to you for making this disastrous discovery at such an early

date. We paid our agents so highly that we thought their honesty was

assured. We find we are mistaken, and consequently we apologise to you

for using threats which were unnecessary. We rely on your honour not to

incriminate us with the police. All we can tell you is that your friend

is not dead, but we do not know his whereabouts."

"Nonsense," cried Brett angrily. "Why do you seek to mislead me in this

fashion?"

"Sir," said the Turk, "I am telling you the truth. We believe that Mr.

Talbot is a prisoner in London, but we do not know in what locality. My

friends here and myself, as you have already surmised, are merely

members of a political organisation. It was necessary for us to secure

possession of the Imperial diamond and its companions. We spared no

expense, nor hesitated at any means that would accomplish our purpose.

We have been foiled for the moment. I can tell you nothing else, and I

advise you to leave us and forget that such persons exist, for I swear

to you by the beard of the Prophet that had events turned out differently

you would now be a lifeless corpse in this room, whilst your body would

not be discovered for many weeks, as we intended to leave Paris this

afternoon as soon as the diamonds came into our possession."

[Illustration: "The door was thrown bodily from its hinges." --_Page

113._]

At this moment a thunderous knocking reverberated through the house.

The Turks gazed at each other in affright. None of them moved to open

the door. But the knock was not repeated, for the door itself was thrown

bodily from its hinges, and the stalwart form of Lord Fairholme,

accompanied by two policemen, appeared in the passage.

"Ah," cried Brett, intervening with ready tact, "I had forgotten you,

Fairholme. I see you kept your appointment. These are not required," he

rattled on pleasantly, turning towards the stern-looking _sergents de

ville_; "I am quite alive and uninjured. My friends here and myself had

a few earnest words, but we have settled matters satisfactorily."

The suspicious policemen glanced from the smiling Englishman to the

perturbed Turks. At the first sound of danger Hussein-ul-Mulk had closed

the case in which lay the spurious diamonds, so these pretentious-looking

gems did not excite the curiosity of the men of law.

The senior officer demanded from Lord Fairholme an explanation of the

exciting statements which induced them to accompany him, but Brett

stepped into the breach.

"It is quite true," he said, "that my friend was anxious on my account.

It was even possible these Turkish gentlemen here and myself might have

proceeded to extremities, but the affair has ended satisfactorily, and

if you will allow me----" He put his hand into his pocket and a slight

monetary transaction terminated the incident pleasantly for all parties.

Soon Brett and Fairholme found themselves in the street, and again did

the barrister draw in deep and invigorating draughts of Paris air.

"Where now?" said Fairholme.

"Tell me," cried Brett eagerly, "did you notice in which direction the

little man ran who left No. 11 about ten minutes ago?"

"Better than that, I heard where he was going to. He was in such a

fiendish funk that he paid heed to nobody, but flung himself into a

passing cab and yelled, 'Take me to the Cabaret Noir, Boulevard

Montmartre.'"

"Good. You are a splendid detective. You have saved me hours of search

and perhaps days of failure. Come; let us, too, go to the Cabaret Noir."

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