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But Mr. Stephens was not able to do more than had already been done. He listened to what all those about him had to say concerning John Dampierâs disappearance, and he carefully went over the ground already covered by Senator Burton and his son. He, too, saw the British Consul; he, too, was granted a short but cordial interview with the Prefect of Police; but not even to the Senator did he advance any personal theory as to what could account for the extraordinary occurrence.
Members of the legal profession are the same all the world over. If they are wise men and good lawyers, they keep their own counsel.
Perhaps because he himself had a son who was Geraldâs age, the English solicitor took, from the first, a very special interest in the young American architect. Soon they were on excellent terms with one anotherâindeed, it was with Gerald Burton that he found he had most to do. The young man naturally accompanied him to all those places where the presence of a first-rate interpreter was likely to be useful, and Gerald Burton also pursued a number of independent enquiries on his own account.
But nothing was of any avail; they were baffled at every turn, and soon this search for a vanished man became, to one of the two now so strenuously engaged in it, the most sinister and disturbing of the many problems with which he had had to deal as a trusted family lawyer.
The screen of memory bears many blurred and hazy impressions on its surface, but now and again some special dramatic happening remains fixed there in a series of sharply-etched pictures in which every line has its retrospective meaning and value.
Such was to be the case with Mr. Stephens and the curious days he spent in Paris seeking for John Dampier. He was there a whole week, and every succeeding day was packed with anxious, exciting interviews and expeditions, each of which it was hoped might yield some sort of clue. But what remained indelibly fixed on the English lawyerâs screen of memory were three or four at the time apparently insignificant conversations which in no case could have done much to solve the problem he had set himself to solve.
The first of these was a short conversation, in the middle of that busy week, with Nancy Dampier.
After the first interview in which she had told him her version of what had happened the night of her own and her husbandâs arrival in Paris, he had had very little talk with her, and at no time had he expressed any opinion as to what could have happened to John Dampier. But at last he felt it his duty to try and probe a little more than he had felt it at first possible to do into the question of a possible motive or motives.
âIâm afraid,â he began, âthat thereâs very little more to do than has been already done. I mean, of course, for the present. And in your place, Nancy, I should come back to England, and wait there for any news that may reach you.â
As she shook her head very decidedly, he went on gravely:ââI know it is open to you to remain in Paris; but, my dear, I cannot believe that your husband is in Paris. If he were, we must by now, with the help of the French policeâthe most expert in the world, rememberâhave come across traces of him, and that whether he be dead or alive.â
But Nancy did not take the meaning he had hoped to convey by that last word. On the contrary:â
âDo you think,â she asked, and though her lips quivered she spoke very quietly, âthat Jack is dead, Mr. Stephens? I know that Senator Burtonâs son has come to believe that he is.â
âNo,â said the English lawyer very seriously, âno, Nancy, I do not believe that your husband is dead. It is clear that had he been killed or injured that first morning in the Paris streets we should know it by now. The police assert, and I have no reason to doubt them, that they have made every kind of enquiry. No, they, like me, believe that your husband has left Paris.â
âLeft Paris?â repeated Nancy in a bewildered tone.
âYes, my dear. As to his motive in doing soâI supposeâforgive me for asking you such a questionâI suppose that you and he were on quite comfortable andâwell, happy terms together?â
Nancy looked at him amazedâand a look of great pain and indignation flashed into her face.
âWhy of course we were!â she faltered. âAbsolutelyâideally happy! You didnât know Jack, Mr. Stephens; you were always prejudiced against him. Why, heâs never saidâI wonât say an unkind word, but a cold or indifferent word since our first meeting. We never even had what is calledââagain her lips quiveredâââa loversâ quarrel.ââ
âForgive me,â he said earnestly. âI had to ask you. The question as to what kind of relations you and he were on when you arrived in Paris has been raised by almost every human being whom I have seen in the last few days.â
âHow horrible! How horrible!â murmured Nancy, hiding her face in her hands.
Then she raised her head, and looked straight at the lawyer:ââTell anyone that asks you that,â she exclaimed, âthat no woman was ever made happier by a man than my Jack made me. We were too happy. He said so that last eveningâhe said,â she ended her sentence with a sob, âthat his happiness made him afraidââ
âDid he?â questioned Mr. Stephens thoughtfully. âThat was an odd thing for him to say, Nancy.â
But she took no notice of the remark. Instead she, in her turn, asked a question:ââDo the police think that Jack may have left me of his own free will?â
Mr. Stephens looked extremely uncomfortable. âWell, some of them have thought that it is a possibility which should be kept in view.â
âBut you do not think so?â She looked at him searchingly.
The lawyerâs courage failed him.
âNo, of course not,â he said hastily, and poor little Nancy believed him.
âAnd now,â he went on quickly, relieved indeed to escape from a painful and difficult subject, âI, myself, must go home on Saturday. Cannot I persuade you to come back to England with me? My wife would be delighted if you would come to usâand for as long as you like.â
She hesitatedââNo, Mr. Stephens, you are very, very kind, but I would rather remain on in Paris for a while. Miss Burton has asked me to stay with them till they leave for America. Once they are gone, if I still have no news, I will do what you wish. I will come back to England.â
The second episode, if episode it can be called, which was to remain vividly present in the memory of the lawyer, took place on the fifth day of his stay in Paris.
He and Gerald had exhausted what seemed every possible line of enquiry, when the latter put in plain words what, in deference to his fatherâs wish, he had hitherto tried to conceal from Mr. Stephensâhis suspicions of the Poulains.
âI havenât said so to you before,â he began abruptly, âbut I feel quite sure that this Mr. John Dampier is dead.â
He spoke the serious words in low, impressive tones, and the words, the positive assertion, queerly disturbed Nancyâs lawyer, and that though he did not in the least share in his companionâs view. But still he felt disturbed, perhaps unreasonably so considering how very little he still knew of the speaker. He was indeed almost as disturbed as he would have been had it been his own son who had suddenly put forward a wrong and indeed an untenable proposition.
He turned and faced Gerald Burton squarely.
âI cannot agree with you,â he spoke with considerable energy, âand I am sorry you have got such a notion in your mind. I am quite sure that John Dampier is alive. He may be in confinement somewhere, held to ransomâthings of that sort have happened in Paris before now. But be that as it may, it is my firm conviction that we shall have news of him within a comparatively short time. Of course I cannot help seeing what you suspect, namely, that there has been foul play on the part of the Poulains. But no other human being holds this theory but yourself. Your fatherâyou must forgive me for saying soâhas known these people a great deal longer than you have, and he tells me he would stake everything on their substantial integrity. And the police speak very highly of them too. Besides, in this world one must look for a motiveâindeed, one must always look for a motive. But in this case no one that we knowâI repeat, Mr. Burton, no one that we know ofâhad any motive for injuring Mr. Dampier.â
Gerald Burton looked up quickly:ââYou mean by that there may be someone whom we do not know of who may have had a motive for spiriting him away?â
Mr. Stephens nodded curtly. He had not meant to say even so much as that.
âI want you to tell me,â went on the young American earnestly, âexactly what sort of a man this John Dampier isâor was?â
The lawyer took off his spectacles; he began rubbing the glasses carefully.
âWell,â he said at last, âthat isnât a question I find it easy to answer. I made a certain number of enquiries about him when he became engaged to Miss Tremain, and I am bound to tell you, Mr. Burton, that the answers, as far as they went, were quite satisfactory. The gentleman in whose house the two metâI mean poor Nancy and Dampierâhad, and has, an extremely high opinion of him.â
âMrs. Dampier once spoke to me as if she thought you did not like her husband?â Gerald Burton looked straight before him as he said the words he felt ashamed of uttering. And yetâand yet he did so want to know the truth as to John Dampier!
Mr. Stephens looked mildly surprised. âI donât think I ever gave her any reason to suppose such a thing,â he said hesitatingly. âMr. Dampier was eager, as all men in love are eager, to hasten on the marriage. You see, Mr. Burtonââhe paused, and Gerald looked up quickly:â
âYes, Mr. Stephens?â
âWell, to put it plainly, John Dampier was madly in loveââthe speaker thought his companion winced, and, rather sorry than glad at the success of his little ruse, he hurried on:ââthat being so he naturally wished to be married at once. But an English marriage settlementâespecially when the lady has the money, which was the case with Miss Tremainâcannot be drawn up in a few days. Nancy herself was willing to assent to everything he wished; in fact I had to point out to her that it is impossible to get engaged on Monday and married on Tuesday! I suppose she thought that because I very properly objected to some such scheme of theirs, I disliked John Dampier. This was a most unreasonable conclusion, Mr. Burton!â
Gerald Burton felt disappointed. He did not believe that the English lawyer was answering truly. He did not stay to reflect that Mr. Stephens was not bound to answer indiscreet questions, and that when a young man asks an older man whether or no he dislikes someone, and that someone is a client, the question is certainly indiscreet.
In a small way the painful mystery was further complicated by the attitude of MĂšre Bideau. Bribes and threats were alike unavailing to make the old
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