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Holladay Case

<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> <h3>At the <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'Cafe'">Café</ins> Jourdain</h3> Fifty-four West Houston Street, just three blocks south of Washington Square, was a narrow, four-storied-and-basement building, of gray brick with battered brown-stone trimmings—at one time, perhaps, a fashionable residence, but with its last vestige of glory long since departed. In the basement was a squalid cobbler's shop, and the restaurant occupied the first floor. Dirty lace curtains hung at the windows, screening the interior from the street; but when I mounted the step to the door and entered, I found the place typical of its class. I sat down at one of the little square tables, and ordered a bottle of wine. It was Monsieur Jourdain himself who brought it: a little, fat man, with trousers very tight, and a waistcoat very dazzling. The night trade had not yet begun in earnest, so he was for[Pg 184] the moment at leisure, and he consented to drink a glass of wine with me—I had ordered the "supérieur." "You have lodgings to let, I suppose, on the floors above?" I questioned. He squinted at me through his glass, trying, with French shrewdness, to read me before answering. "Why, yes, we have lodgings; still, a man of monsieur's habit would scarcely wish——" "The habit does not always gauge the purse," I pointed out. "That is true," he smiled, sipping his wine. "Monsieur then wishes a lodging?" "I should like to look at yours." "You understand, monsieur," he explained, "that this is a good quarter, and our rooms are not at all the ordinar' rooms—oh, no, they are quite supérior to that. They are in great demand—we have only one vacant at this moment—in fact, I am not[Pg 185] certain that it is yet at liberty. I will call my wife." She was summoned from behind the counter, where she presided at the money-drawer, and presented to me as Madame Jourdain. I filled a glass for her. "Monsieur, here, is seeking a lodging," he began. "Is the one on the second floor, back, at our disposal yet, Célie?" His wife pondered the question a moment, looking at me with sharp little eyes. "I do not know," she said at last. "We shall have to ask Monsieur Bethune. He said he might again have need of it. He has paid for it until the fifteenth." My heart leaped at the name. I saw that I must take the bull by the horns—assume a bold front; for if they waited to consult my pursuer, I should never gain the information I was seeking. "It was through Monsieur Bethune that I secured your address," I said boldly. "He[Pg 186] was taken ill this morning; his heart, you know," and I tapped my chest. They nodded, looking at me, nevertheless, with eyes narrow with suspicion. "Yes, monsieur, we know," said Jourdain. "The authorities at the hospital at once notified us." "It is not the first attack," I asserted, with a temerity born of necessity. "He has had others, but none so serious as this." They nodded sympathetically. Plainly they had been considerably impressed by their lodger. "So," I continued brazenly, "he knows at last that his condition is very bad, and he wishes to remain at the hospital for some days until he has quite recovered. In the meantime, I am to have the second floor back, which was occupied by the ladies." I spoke the last word with seeming nonchalance, without the quiver of a lash, though I was inwardly a-quake; for I was risking everything upon it. Then, in an instant[Pg 187] I breathed more freely. I saw that I had hit the mark, and that their suspicions were gradually growing less. "They, of course, are not coming back," I added; "at least, not for a long time; so he has no further use for the room. This is the fourteenth—I can take possession to-morrow." They exchanged a glance, and Madame Jourdain arose. "Very well, monsieur," she said. "Will you have the kindness to come and look at the room?" I followed her up the stair, giddy at my good fortune. She opened a door and lighted a gas-jet against the wall. "I am sure you will like the apartment, monsieur," she said. "You see, it is a very large one and most comfortable." It was, indeed, of good size and well furnished. The bed was in a kind of alcove, and beyond it was a bath—unlooked-for luxury! One thing, however, struck me as[Pg 188] peculiar. The windows were closed by heavy shutters, which were barred upon the inside, and the bars were secured in place by padlocks. "I shall want to open the windows," I remarked. "Do you always keep them barred?" She hesitated a moment, looking a little embarrassed. "You see, monsieur, it is this way," she explained, at last. "Monsieur Bethune himself had the locks put on; for he feared that his poor sister would throw herself down into the court-yard, which is paved with stone, and where she would certainly have been killed. She was very bad some days, poor dear. I was most glad when they took her away: for the thought of her made me nervous. I will in the morning open the windows, and air the room well for you." "That will do nicely," I assented, as carelessly as I could. I knew that I had chanced upon a new development, though I could not[Pg 189] in the least guess its bearing. "What do you ask for the apartment?" "Ten dollars the week, monsieur," she answered, eying me narrowly. I knew it was not worth so much, and, remembering my character, repressed my first inclination to close the bargain. "That is a good deal," I said hesitatingly. "Haven't you a cheaper room, Madame Jourdain?" "This is the only one we have now vacant, monsieur," she assured me. I turned back toward the door with a little sigh. "I fear I can't take it," I said. "Monsieur does not understand," she protested. "That price, of course, includes breakfast." "And dinner?" She hesitated, eying me again. "For one dollar additional it shall include dinner." "Done, madame!" I cried. "I pay you[Pg 190] for a week in advance," and I suited the action to the word. "Only," I added, "be sure to air the room well to-morrow—it seems very close. Still, Bethune was right to make sure that his sister could not harm herself." "Yes," she nodded, placing the money carefully in an old purse, with the true miserly light in her eyes. "Yes—she broke down most sudden—it was the departure of her mother, you know, monsieur." I nodded thoughtfully. "When they first came, six weeks ago, she was quite well. Then her mother a position of some sort secured and went away; she never left her room after that, just sat there and cried, or rattled at the doors and windows. Her brother was heartbroken about her—no one else would he permit to attend her. But I hope that she is well now, poor child, for she is again with her mother."[Pg 191] "Her mother came after her?" I asked. "Oh, yes; ten days ago, and together they drove away. By this time, they are again in the good France." I pretended to be inspecting a wardrobe, for I felt sure my face would betray me. At a flash, I saw the whole story. There was nothing more Madame Jourdain could tell me. "Yes," I repeated, steadying my voice, "the good France." "Monsieur Bethune has himself been absent for a week," she added, "on affairs of business. He was not certain that he would return, but he paid us to the fifteenth." I nodded. "Yes: to-morrow—I will take possession then." "Very well, monsieur," she assented; "I will have it in readiness." For an instant, I hesitated. Should I use the photograph? Was it necessary? How explain my possession of it? Did I not[Pg 192] already know all that Madame Jourdain could tell me? I turned to the stair. "Then I must be going," I said; "I have some business affairs to arrange," and we went down together. The place was filling with a motley crowd of diners, but I paused only to exchange a nod with Monsieur Jourdain, and then hurried away. The fugitives had taken the French line, of course, and I hastened on to the foot of Morton Street, where the French line pier is. A ship was being loaded for the voyage out, and the pier was still open. A clerk directed me to the sailing schedule, and a glance at it confirmed my guess. At ten o'clock on the morning of Thursday, April 3d, La Savoie had sailed for Havre. "May I see La Savoie's passenger list?" I asked. "Certainly, sir," and he produced it. I did not, of course, expect to find Miss Holladay entered upon it, yet I felt that a[Pg 193] study of it might be repaid; and I was not mistaken. A Mrs. G. R. Folsom and two daughters had occupied the cabine de luxe, 436, 438, 440; on the company's list, which had been given me, I saw bracketed after the name of the youngest daughter the single word "invalide." "La Lorraine sails day after to-morrow, I believe?" I asked. "Yes, sir." "And is she full?" "No, sir; it is a little early in the season yet," and he got down the list of staterooms, showing me which were vacant. I selected an outside double one, and deposited half the fare, in order to reserve it. There was nothing more to be done that night, for a glance at my watch showed me the lateness of the hour. As I emerged from the pier, I suddenly found myself very weary and very hungry, so I called a cab and was driven direct to my rooms. A bath and dinner set me up again, and finally I[Pg 194] settled down with my pipe to arrange the events of the day. Certainly I had progressed. I had undoubtedly got on the track of the fugitives; I had found out all that I could reasonably have hoped to find out. And yet my exultation was short-lived. Admitted that I was on their track, how much nearer success had I got? I knew that they had sailed for France, but for what part of France? They would disembark at Havre—how was I, reaching Havre, two weeks later, to discover which direction they had taken? Suppose they had gone to Paris, as seemed most probable, how could I ever hope to find them there? Even if I did find them, would I be in time to checkmate Martigny? For a time, I paused, appalled at the magnitude of the task that lay before me—in all France, to find three people! But, after all, it might not be so great. Most probably, these women were from one of the towns Holladay and his wife had visited during[Pg 195] their stay in France. Which towns they were, I, of course, had no means of knowing; yet I felt certain that some means of discovering them would present itself. That must be my work for the morrow. A half-hour passed, and I sat lost in speculation, watching the blue smoke curling upward, striving vainly to penetrate the mystery. For I was as far as ever from a solution of it. Who were these people? What was their aim? How had they managed to win Miss Holladay over to their side; to persuade her to accompany them; to flee from her friends—above all, from our junior partner? How had they caused her change of attitude toward him? Or had they really abducted her? Was there really danger of foul play—danger that she would fall a victim, as well as her father? Who was Martigny? And, above all, what was the plot? What did he hope to gain? What was he striving for? What was this great stake, for which he risked so much?[Pg 196] To these questions I could find no reasonable answer; I was still groping aimlessly in the dark; and at last in sheer confusion, I put down my pipe, turned out the light, and went to bed. <hr style="width: 65%;" /> [Pg 197] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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