The Crime of the French Café and Other Stories | Page 3

I saw the other man, later, coming out of room B."
"This room?"
"Yes."
"You are sure of that?"
"Perfectly."
"Did he see you?"'
"I think not. I was standing right at the corner of the two halls. The man
came out and glanced around, but I stepped back quickly, because we
do not like to appear to spy upon our guests. He did not see me."
"What did he do?"
"He went out the front way. I supposed the lady went with him, for I
was sure that I heard the rustling of her dress."
"Where was Corbut then?"
"In room A."
"How long did he stay there?"
"Only a minute. I went back to the desk, and then was called by a
waiter upstairs. Just as I turned to go I saw Corbut coming through the
hall."
"Did you speak to him?"
"Yes; I called to him to stay by the desk while I went upstairs."
"Did he answer?"

"Yes; he said 'very well.'"
"And that's the last you saw of him?"
"Yes."
"All right; so much for Corbut. Now for the two men. Would you know
them?"
"Not the man in room A. I didn't notice him particularly."
"But how about the man who came out of this room? He's the one we're
after."
"I would know him," said Gaspard, slowly. "Yes; I feel sure that I
could identify him."
"That's good. Now for the crime itself. Go back to the desk and ring for
a messenger. When he comes, send him here. Don't let anybody else
come, and don't say a word to anybody about this affair."
Gaspard, with a very pale face, went back to his desk.
Nick remained alone with the beautiful dead.
CHAPTER II.
GASPARD SPOTS HIS MAN.
A revolver lay on the carpet just where it would have been if it had
dropped from the woman's right hand.
Its position suggested the possibility of suicide, and there was, at the
first glance, nothing to contradict that theory, except the conduct of
Corbut and the man who had registered as John Jones.
It might be that the woman had committed suicide, and the men had
fled for fear of being implicated in the affair.

Nick examined this side of the case at once.
The pistol had evidently been held only a few inches from the woman's
head when it was fired.
Her white flesh showed the marks of the powder.
The bullet had passed straight through the head.
The revolver carried a long thirty-two cartridge. Three of the five
chambers were loaded.
One of them contained an empty shell, on which the hammer rested.
The fatal bullet had doubtless come from this chamber, for the shell
had been recently discharged.
In the fifth chamber was an old shell, which had apparently been
carried under the hammer for safety, as is quite common.
The woman had a purse containing about twenty dollars, but no cards
or other things which might lead to identification.
Her ears had been pierced for earrings, but she seemed not to have
worn them recently. She had no watch.
There was one plain gold ring on the third finger of her right hand, and
there was a deep mark showing that she had worn another, but that ring
was gone.
How recently it had been removed was, of course, beyond discovery.
There was no sign that it had been violently torn away.
When Nick had proceeded thus far with his investigation the messenger
boy arrived. The detective sent messages to his assistants, Chick and
Patsy.
He then notified a coroner, who came about ten o'clock and took charge
of the body.

A minute examination failed to reveal any marks upon the clothing
which might assist in establishing the woman's identity.
Nick then left the restaurant, taking Gaspard with him. Inspector
Mclaughlin's men were by this time on hand, and they took charge of
the house, under Nick's direction.
At seven o'clock in the morning Nick received a message from Patsy,
who had been directed to find the cabman in whose cab Corbut had
fled.
Patsy had located the cabman at his home on West Thirty-second street.
The man's name was Harrigan.
Nick took Gaspard with him and went to the house where Harrigan
boarded.
"I got on to him easy enough," said Patsy, whom they found outside the
house. "I found the policeman who was on that beat last night, and got
him to give me a list of all the night-hawks he'd seen around there up to
eight o'clock of the evening.
"Then I began to chase up the fellows on that list. The second man put
me on to Harrigan. He remembered seeing him get the job, but couldn't
tell what sort of a man hired him.
"I guess there's no