“Not only to Paris,” the other replied dryly, “but to discover one Mr. James B. Coulson, whose health I now have the pleasure of drinking.”
Mr. Coulson drained the glass which the waiter had just filled.
“Well, this licks me!” he exclaimed. “How any one in their senses could believe that there was any connection between me and Hamilton Fynes or that other young swell, I can’t imagine.”
“You knew Hamilton Fynes,” Mr. Gaynsforth remarked. “That fact came out at the inquest. You appeared to have known him better than most men. Mr. Vanderpole had just left you when he was murdered,—that also came out at the inquest.”
“Kind of queer, wasn’t it,” Mr. Coulson remarked meditatively, “how I seemed to get hung up with both of them? You may also remember that at the inquest Mr. Vanderpole’s business with me was testified to by the chief of his department.”
“Certainly,” Mr. Gaynsforth answered. “However, that’s neither here nor there. Everything was properly arranged, so far as you were concerned, of course. That doesn’t alter my friend’s convictions. This is a business matter with me, and if the two thousand pounds don’t sound attractive enough, well, the amount must be revised, that’s all. But I want you to understand this, Mr. Coulson, I represent a man or a syndicate, or call it what you will.”
“Call it a Government,” Mr. Coulson muttered under his breath.
“Call it what you will,” Mr. Gaynsforth continued, with an air of not having heard the interruption, “we have the money and we want the information. You can give it to us if you like. We don’t ask for too much. We don’t even ask for the name of the man who committed these crimes. But we do want to know the nature of those papers, exactly what position Mr. Hamilton Fynes occupied in the Stamp and Excise Duty department at Washington, and, finally, what the mischief you are doing over here in Paris.”
“Have you ordered the supper?” Mr. Coulson inquired anxiously.
“I have ordered everything you suggested,” Mr. Gaynsforth answered,—“some oysters, a chicken en casserole, lettuce salad, some cheese, and a magnum of Pommery.”