The Man in Grey | Page 8

of police concerns the representative of the Minister."
M. Vimars literally gasped at this presumption. How anyone dared thus to run counter to M. le Procureur's orders simply passed his comprehension. He looked with positive horror on the meagre, insignificant personage who even now was meeting M. le Procureur's haughty, supercilious glance without any sign of contrition or of shame.
M. de Saint-Trop��ze had raised his aristocratic eyebrows, and tried to wither the audacious malapert with his scornful glance, but the little Man in Grey appeared quite unconscious of the enormity of his offence; he stood by -- as was his wont -- quietly and silently, his eyes fixed inquiringly on the pr��fet, who was indeed hoping that the floor would open conveniently and swallow him up ere he was called upon to decide whether he should obey the orders of his official chief, or pay heed to the commands of the accredited agent of M. the Minister of Police.
But M. le Procureur decided the question himself and in the only way possible. The Minister's letter with its peremptory commands lay there before him -- the secret agent of His Majesty's Police was to be aided and obeyed implicitly in all matters relating to his work; there was nothing to be done save to comply with those orders as graciously as he could, and without further loss of dignity.
"You have heard the wishes of Monsieur le Ministre's agent, my good Vimars," he said coldly; "so I pray you speak to him of the matter which exercises your mind, for of a truth I am not well acquainted with all the details!"
Whereupon he fell to contemplating the exquisite polish on his almond-shaped nails. Though the overbearing little upstart in the grey coat could command the obsequiousness of such men as that fool Vimars, he must be shown at the outset that his insolence would find no weak spot in the armour of M. de Saint-Trop��ze's lofty self-respect.
"Oh! it is very obvious," quoth the pr��fet, whose only desire was to conciliate both parties, "that the matter is not one which affects the graver question of those satan�� Chouans. At the same time both the affairs of last night are certainly mysterious and present some unusual features which have greatly puzzled our exceedingly able commissary of police. It seems that in the early hours of this morning the library of Monseigneur the Constitutional Bishop of Alen?on was broken into by thieves. Fortunately nothing of any value was stolen, and this part of the affair appeared simple enough, until an hour or two later a couple of peasants, who were walking from Lonrai towards the city, came across the body of a man lying face upwards by the roadside. The man was quite dead -- had been dead some time apparently. The two louts hurried at once to the commissariat of police and made their depositions. Monsieur Lef��vre, our chief commissary, proceeded to the scene of the crime; he has now the affair in hand."
The pr��fet had perforce to pause in his narrative for lack of breath. He had been talking volubly and uninterruptedly, and indeed he had no cause to complain of lack of attention on the part of his hearer. M. le Ministre's secret agent sat absolutely still, his deep-set eyes fixed intently upon the narrator. Alone M. le Procureur Imp��rial maintained his attitude of calm disdain. He still appeared deeply absorbed in the contemplation of his finger-nails.
"At first," resumed the pr��fet after his dramatic pause, "these two crimes, the greater and the less, seemed in no way connected, and personally I am not sure even now that they are. A certain air of similarity and mystery, however, clings to them both, for in both cases the crimes appear at the outset so very purposeless. In the case of the burglary in Monseigneur's palace the thieves were obviously scared before they could lay hands on any valuables, but even so there were some small pieces of silver lying about which they might have snatched up, even if they were in a vast hurry to get away; whilst in the case of the murder, though the victim's silver watch was stolen and his pockets ransacked, the man was obviously poor and not worth knocking down."
"And is the identity of the victim known to the police?" here asked the Man in Grey in his dull, colourless voice.
"Indeed it is," replied the pr��fet; "the man was well known throughout the neighbourhood. He was valet to Madame la Marquise de Ph��lan."
M. le Procureur looked up suddenly from his engrossing occupation.
"Ah!" he said, "I did not know that. Lef��vre did not tell me that he had established the identity of the victim."
He sighed and once more gazed meditatively upon his finger-nails.
"Poor Maxence! I have often seen him at Pl��lan.