Freeman Wills Crofts

“ AT THE GARE ST LAZARE The showrooms consisted of a small but luxuriously fitted up shop, containing many objects of excellence and value. M. Thévenet introduced the manager, M. Thomas, a young and capable looking man, who invited them into his office. He did not speak English, and Lefarge carried on the conversation.
“These gentlemen,” said M. Thévenet, “are making some inquiries about the sale of Le Mareschal’s group to Mr. Felix of London last week. I want you to tell them all you can, Thomas.” ”

“ Into one of these the cart was backed and the cask unpacked. M. Thomas examined it.
“That’s certainly one of our casks,” he said. “They are our own design and, so far as I am aware, are used by no one else.”
“But, M. Thomas,” said Lefarge, “can you identify it in any special manner? We do not, of course, doubt what you have said, but if it could be established that this particular cask had passed through your yard it would be important. Otherwise, if you judge only by likeness to type, we cannot be sure that some one has not copied your design to try and start a false scent.” ”

“ He groaned.
“At least,” said the superintendent, “it has cleared up your difficulty about how a cask that left by one route arrived by another.”
“It has done that, monsieur, and we are really extremely obliged for all your kindness and trouble.”
“If there is anything else I can do I shall be very pleased.” “Thank you again. The only other point is to trace the cart that brought the second cask.” ”