Four new different mysteries to resolve for Madame Storey.
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Summary
THE VIPER
Before her Annual Vacation
Paris in June!
M. Craqui
Rich Americans in Paris
At the Dingy Famous Old Paris Restaurants
One does not Make a Million by Tips Alone
The Cablegrams
On the Great Ship
In New York
THE STEERERS
Sailing Back to Paris
The Captain's Suspicions
Dance after Dance
The Captain’s Dinner
Place Vendôme, in Paris
I Must Go to London
Apprehend Miss Copley
Monsieur Guimet
A Necessary Delay
THE POT OF PANSIES
A Hasty Trip to England
The Embassy
The Shepherd
Scotland Yard
The Pot of Pansies Was Not There
To the Laboratory
Let Her Talk
What a Woman!
On Train
Further Information
Back to the Railway Station
Bristed
A Fine Piece of Work!
THE LEGACY HOUNDS
Village Lawyer
Meeting the Great Madame Storey
Mrs Brager
Founding the Brager Home for Aged Gentlewomen
Who Killed Her?
Obvious Replies to Obvious Questions
Dr. Brill
Still Under Examination
The Proceedings
Did You Get Your Man?
Weaving the Rope
My Mistress Very Handsomely
Scotland Yard
At the door of Scotland Yard, which is not a yard at all as we understand the word, but an immense brick building tucked out of sight between Whitehall and the Thames Embankment, Inspector Battram dismissed his man with some low-voiced instructions.
This individual had not once opened his mouth since he had appeared at our hotel. The inspector then led us to his private office. It was evident, from the attitude of all the underlings in the place, that he was a person of considerable consequence there. You may be sure that we were stared at. But my fears had departed. I now had confidence in the inspector, and was assured that we should be treated fairly.
In his office we found the British matron, our travelling companion of the previous evening. She had evidently just been brought in by another assistant. She was in a state of hard, dry excitement very painful to witness. Both the bun and the superimposed hat were awry. She was talking when we entered, and went right on talking.
"... outrageous! I am Mrs. Hargreaves. Lord Stukeley is my cousin. Never in my life have I been subjected to such an indignity. It's a nice thing if a lady of position must submit to such a thing! Dragged here to Scotland Yard like a common criminal! Somebody shall suffer for this!"
A bored expression came over Inspector Battram's face. I expect he was familiar with her type.
"I am exceedingly sorry to have to trouble a relative of Lord Stukeley's," he said drily, "but you had the misfortune to travel from Banchester to London last night in a carriage where a serious crime was committed."
"And do you dare to say that I did it?" she demanded stridently. "My husband is clerk of the waterworks in Banchester. The Dean of the Chapter is my intimate friend. You shall hear more of this, young man!"
"I do not suggest that you committed the crime," said the inspector patiently, "but it is my duty to ask you certain questions."
"How do you know what carriage I travelled in?"
The inspector turned to me.
"Is this the lady you described to me as having shared your seat?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"That's a lie!" cried Mrs. Hargreaves furiously. "I never saw the woman before. Who is this woman anyway? She probably committed the crime herself!"
Mme Storey and I exchanged a glance. This was no proof of the woman's guilt, of course. She had lost her head. It was nothing but the horror that respectable English people have of getting mixed up in anything unpleasant, of getting their names in the papers.
"Can you swear that this lady rode in your carriage?" the inspector asked Mme Storey.
"Oh, yes," said my mistress, with delicate malice. "She had the same clothes on."
"And who is this person?" demanded Mrs. Hargreaves. "Is her word to be preferred over mine? Hm! Very fine, I dare say. Much too grand to be travelling in a third-class carriage. I said to myself as soon as I laid eyes on her — — "
"Then you have seen her before," the inspector put in quickly.
Mrs. Hargreaves bit her lips and the tears came into her hard eyes — tears of vexation. She was silenced.
"Now tell me what happened during the journey," said the inspector soothingly.
"I can tell you nothing," she said sullenly. "I slept the entire way. I suppose you don't believe that, but it's the truth."
"When did you awaken?"
"Not until the train was pulling into Paddington."
"And who was in the carriage then?"
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Mots clés : Paris and London, New York city, captain’s dinner, Scotland Yard’s Laboratory, great ship, sailing, The Velvet Hand, New Madame Storey Mysteries, Hulbert Footner, Mme Storey