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Mystery of the Boule Cabinet

<h5 id="id02186">THE LAST ACT OF THE DRAMA</h5> I overslept, next morning, so outrageously that it was not until I had got a seat in a subway express that I had time to open my paper. My first glance was for the big head that would tell of the diamond robbery; and then I realised that no morning paper would have a word of it. For the robbery was only a few hours old—and yet, it seemed to me an age had passed since that moment when Godfrey had rushed in upon Grady and me. So the city moved on, as yet blissfully unconscious of the sensation which would be sprung with the first afternoon editions, and over which reporters and artists and photographers were even now, no doubt, labouring. I promised myself a happy half hour in reading Godfrey's story! It was then that I remembered the appointment for twelve o'clock. The last act of the drama was yet to be staged, Godfrey had said, and he had also spoken of a bomb—a big one! I wondered what it could be, One thing was certain: if Godfrey had prepared it, its explosion would be startling enough! There were a number of things at the office demanding my attention, and I was so late in getting there and the morning passed so rapidly that when the office-boy came in and announced that Mr. Grady and Mr. Simmonds were outside and wished to see me, I did not, for a moment, connect their visit with Godfrey. Then I looked at my watch, saw that it was five minutes to twelve, and realised that the actors were assembling. "Show them in," I said, and they entered together a minute later. Grady was evidently much perturbed. His usually florid face was drawn and haggard, his cheeks hung in ugly lines, there were dark pouches under his eyes, and the eyes themselves were blood-shot. I guessed that he had not been to bed; that he had spent the night searching for Crochard—and it was easy enough to see that the search had been unsuccessful. Simmonds, too, was looking rather shaky, and no doubt still felt the after-effects of that whiff of poison. "I'm glad to see you are better, Simmonds," I said, shaking hands with him. "That was a close call." "It certainly was," Simmonds agreed, sinking into a chair. "If I had got a little more of it, I'd never have waked up." "Do you remember anything about it?" "Not a thing. One minute we were sitting there talking together as nice as you please—and the next thing I knew was when I woke up in the bank." "Where's that man Godfrey?" broke in Grady. "He said he'd be here at noon," I said, and glanced at my watch. "It's noon now. Were you to meet him here?" Grady glanced at me suspiciously. "Don't you know nothing about it?" he asked. "I only know that Godfrey asked me to be here at noon to-day. What's up?" "Blamed if I know," said Grady sulkily. "I got word from him that I'd better be here, and I thought maybe he might know something. I'm so dizzy over last night's business that I'm running around in circles this morning. But I won't wait for him. He can't make me do that! Come along, Simmonds." "Wait a minute," I broke in, as the outer door opened. "Perhaps that's Godfrey, now." And so it proved. He came in accompanied by a man whom I knew to be Arthur Shearrow, chief counsel for the Record. Godfrey nodded all around. "I think you know Mr. Shearrow," he said, placing on my desk a small leather bag he was carrying. "This is Mr. Lester, Mr. Shearrow," he added, and we shook hands. "The object of this conference, Lester," he concluded, "is to straighten out certain matters connected with the Michaelovitch diamonds—and incidentally to give the Record the biggest scoop it has had for months." "I ain't here to fix up no scoop for the Record", broke in Grady. "That paper never did treat me right." "It has treated you as well as you deserved," retorted Godfrey. "I'm going to talk plainly to you, Grady. Your goose is cooked. You can't hold on for an hour after last night's get-away becomes public." "We'll see about that!" growled Grady, but the fight had evidently been taken out of him. "I understand you wouldn't let Simmonds telephone for me last night?" queried Godfrey. "That's right—it wasn't none of your business." "Perhaps not. And yet, if I had been there, the cleverest thief in Paris, if not in the world, would be safe behind those chrome-nickle steel bars at the Twenty-third Street station, instead of at liberty to go ahead and rob somebody else." "You're mighty cocksure," retorted Grady. "It's easy to be wise after it's all over." "Well, I'm not going to argue with you," said Godfrey. "I admit it was a good disguise, and a clever idea—but, just the same, you ought to have seen through it. That's your business." Grady mopped his face. "Oh, of course!" he sneered. "I ought to have seen through it! I ought to have suspected, even when I found you tryin' to interview him; even when I got him off the boat myself; even when I went through his papers and found them all right—yes, even to the photograph on his passport! That's plain enough now, ain't it! If people only had as good foresight as they have hindsight, how easy it would be!" "Look here, Grady," said Godfrey, more kindly, "I haven't anything against you personally, and I admit that it was foolish of me to stand there talking to Crochard and never suspect who he was. But that's all beside the mark. You're at the head of the detective bureau, and you're the man who is responsible for all this. You're energetic enough and all that; but you're not fit for your job—it's too big for you, and you know it. Take my advice, and go to the 'phone there and send in your resignation." Grady stared at him as though unable to believe his ears. "'Phone in my resignation!" he echoed. "What kind of a fool do you think I am?" "I see you're a bigger one than I thought you were! Your pull can't help you any longer, Grady." "Was it to tell me that you got me over here?" "No," said Godfrey, "all this is just incidental—you began the discussion yourself, didn't you? I got you here to meet…." The outer door opened again, and Godfrey looked toward it, smiling. "Moosseer Piggott!" announced the office-boy. And then I almost bounced from my seat, for I would have sworn that the man who stood on the threshold was the man who had opened the secret drawer. He came forward, looking from face to face; then his eyes met Godfrey's and he smiled. "Behold that I am here, monsieur," he said and I started anew at the voice, for it was the voice of Crochard. "I hope that I have not kept you waiting." "Not at all, M. Pigot," Godfrey assured him, and placed a chair for him. I could see Grady and Simmonds gripping the arms of their chairs and staring at the newcomer, their mouths open; and I knew the thought that was flashing through their brains. Was this Pigot? Or was the man who had opened the cabinet Pigot? Or was neither Pigot? Was it possible that this could be a different man than the one who had opened the cabinet? I confess that some such thought flashed through my own mind—a suspicion that Godfrey, in some way, was playing with us. Godfrey looked about at us, smiling as he saw our expressions. "I went down the bay this morning and met the Savoie," he said. "I related to M. Pigot last night's occurrences, and begged him to be present at this meeting. He was good enough to agree. I assure you," he added, seeing Grady's look, "that this is M. Pigot, of the Paris Service du Sûreté, and not Crochard." "Oh, yes," said M. Pigot, with a deprecating shrug. "I am myself—and greatly humiliated that I should have fallen so readily into the trap which Crochard set for me. But he is a very clever man." "It was certainly a marvellous disguise," I said. "It was more than that—it was an impersonation." "Crochard has had occasion to study me," explained M. Pigot, drily. "And he is an artist in whatever he does. But some day I shall get him—every pitcher to the well goes once too often. There is no hope of finding him here in New York?" "I am afraid not," said Godfrey. "Don't be too sure of that!" broke in Grady ponderously. "I ain't done yet—not by no manner of means!" "Pardon me for not introducing you, M. Pigot," said Godfrey. "This gentleman is Mr. Grady, who has been the head of our detective bureau; this is Mr. Simmonds, a member of his staff; this is Mr. Lester, an attorney and friend of mine; and this is Mr. Shearrow, my personal counsel. Mr. Grady, Mr. Simmonds and Mr. Lester were present, last night," he added blandly, "when Crochard opened the secret drawer." Grady reddened visibly, and even I felt my face grow hot. M. Pigot looked at us with a smile of amusement. "It must have been a most interesting experience," he said, "to have seen Crochard at work. I have never had that privilege. But I regret that he should have made good his escape." "More especially since he took the Michaelovitch diamonds with him," I added. "Before we go into that," said Godfrey, with a little smile, "there are one or two questions I should like to ask you, M. Pigot, in order to clear up some minor details which are as yet a little obscure. Is it true that the theft of the Michaelovitch diamonds was planned by Crochard?" "Undoubtedly. No other thief in France would be capable of it." "Is it also true that no direct evidence could be found against him?" "That also is true, monsieur. He had arranged the affair so cleverly that we were wholly unable to convict him, unless we should find him with the stolen brilliants in his possession." "And you were not able to do that?" "No; we could discover no trace of the brilliants, though we searched for them everywhere." "But you did not know of the Boule cabinet and of the secret drawer?" "No; of that we knew nothing. I must examine that famous cabinet." "It is worth examining. And it has an interesting history. But you did know, of course, that Crochard would seek a market for the diamonds here in America?" "We knew that he would try to do so, and we did everything in our power to prevent it. We especially relied upon your customs department to search most thoroughly the belongings of every person with whom they were not personally acquainted." "The customs people did their part," said Godfrey with a chuckle. "They have quite upset the country! But the diamonds got in, in spite of them. For, of course, a cabinet imported by a man so well known and so above suspicion as Mr. Vantine was passed without question!" "Yes," agreed M. Pigot, a little bitterly. "It was a most clever plan; and now, no doubt, Crochard can sell the brilliants at his leisure." "Not if you've got a good description of them," protested Grady. "I'll make it a point to warn every dealer in the country; I'll keep my whole force on the job; I'll get Chief Wilkie to lend me some of his men…." "Oh, there is no use taking all that trouble," broke in Godfrey, negligently. "Crochard won't try to sell them." "Won't try to sell them?" echoed Grady. "What's the reason he won't?" "Because he hasn't got them," answered Godfrey, smiling with an evidently deep enjoyment of Grady's dazed countenance. "Oh, come off!" said that worthy disgustedly. "If he hasn't got 'em I'd like to know who has!" "I have," said Godfrey, and cleared my desk with a sweep of his arm. "Spread out your handkerchief, Lester," and as I dazedly obeyed, he picked up the little leather bag, opened it, and poured out its contents in a sparkling flood. "There," he added, turning to Grady, "are the Michaelovitch diamonds." <h2 id="id02259" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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