THE DAY OF RECKONING.
M.Lecoq enjoined prudence and caution on Andre, and the utmost care on the part of his agents, because he was fully aware of the skill and cunning of the adversary with whom he had to cope.
"You should not talk or make a noise," he would say, "when you are fighting."He could now prove that the head of this association, the man who concealed his identity under a threefold personality, was the instigator of a murder.But he did not intend to make use of this discovery at once, for he had sworn that he would take the whole gang, and his proceedings had been so carefully conducted that his victims did not for a moment suspect the net that was closing around them.The day after the accident to Andre, Mascarin sent an anonymous communication to the head of the police, giving up Toto as the author of the crime, and saying where he could be found.
"Of course," thought this wily plotter, "Toto will denounce Tantaine, but that worthy man is dead and buried, and I think that even the sharpest agents of the police will be unable to effect his resurrection."Mascarin had carefully consumed in a large fire every particle of the tattered garments that Tantaine had been in the habit of wearing, and laughed merrily as he watched the columns of sombre smoke roll upwards.
"Look for him as much as you please," laughed he."Old Daddy Tantaine has flown up the chimney."The next business was to suppress Mascarin; this was a more difficult operation.Few would care to inquire about Tantaine, but Mascarin was well known as the head of a prosperous business; his disappearance would create a sensation, and the police would take up the matter.His best course would be to conduct matters openly, and sell his business on the plea of family affairs causing him to retire.He easily found a purchaser, and in twenty-four hours the matter had been arranged.
The night before handing over the business to his successor Mascarin had much to do.Assisted by Beaumarchef, he carried into Martin Rigal's private office the papers with which the Registry Office was crammed.This removal was effected by means of a door marked by a panel between Mascarin's office and the banker's private room; and when the last scrap of paper had been removed, Mascarin pointed out a heap of bricks and a supply of mortar to his faithful adherent.
"Wall up this door," said he.
It was a long and wearisome task, but it was at length completed, and by rubbing soot and dust over the new work it lost its appearance of freshness.The evening before Beaumarchef had received twelve thousand francs on the express condition that he would start at once for America, and the leave-taking between him and the master he had so faithfully served was a most affecting one.He knew hardly anything of the diabolical plots going on around him, and was the only innocent person in that house of crime.
Mascarin was in haste to depart; he had annihilated Tantaine in order to free himself from Toto.Mascarin was about to disappear, and he contemplated retaining his third personality, and in it to pass away the remainder of his life honored and respected; but he must first induct his successor into his business; and he went through the books with him, and explained all the practical working of the machinery.
This took him nearly all day, and it was getting late when his luggage was put on a cab which he had in waiting.A new plate had already been placed on the door: "J.Robinet, late B.Mascarin."Knowing that he must carry out the deception completely, Mascarin drove to the western railway station, and took a ticket for Rouen.He felt rather uncomfortable, for he feared that he was being watched, and he made up his mind not to leave a single trace behind him.At Rouen he abandoned his luggage, which he had taken care should afford no clue as to ownership, he also relinquished his beard and spectacles, and returned to Paris as the well-known banker, Martin Rigal, the pretty Flavia's father, having, as he thought, obliterated Mascarin as completely as he had done Tantaine; but he had not noticed in the train with him a very dark young man with piercing eyes, who looked like the traveller of some respectable commercial firm.As soon as he reached his home, and had tenderly embraced his daughter, he went to the private room of Martin Rigal, and opened it with the key that never left his person, and then gazed at a large rough mass of brickwork which disfigured one side of the room, and which was the remains of the wall that erewhile had been so hastily erected in the Office of the Servants' Registry.
"This won't do," muttered he; "it must be plastered, and then repapered."He picked up the bits of brick and plaster that lay on the floor, and threw them into the fire, and then pushed a large screen in front of the rough brickwork.He had just finished his work when Hortebise entered the room, with his perpetually smiling face.
"Now, you unbeliever," cried Mascarin gaily, "is not fortune within our grasp? Tantaine and Mascarin are dead, or rather, they never existed.Beaumarchef is on his way to America, La Candele will be in London in a week, and now we may enjoy our millions.""Heaven grant it," said the doctor piously.
"Pooh, pooh! we have nothing more to fear, as you would have known had you gone into the case as thoroughly as I have done.Who was the enemy whom we had most need to dread? Why, Andre.He certainly is not dead, but he is laid up for some weeks, and that is enough.Besides, he has given up the game, for one of my men who managed to get into the hospital says that he has not received a visitor or dispatched a letter for the last fifteen days.""But he had friends."
"Pshaw! friends always forget you! Why, where was M.de Breulh-Faverlay?"
"It is the racing season, and he is a fixture in his stables.""Madame de Bois Arden?"
"The new fashions are sufficient for her giddy head.""M.Gandelu?"
"He has his son's affairs to look after and there is no one else of any consequence.""And how about young Gandelu?"
