“I want to tell you,” he said, “just this. If you hadn’t mixed up in the affair and scented out those subsidiary murders I wouldn’t have caught Klein.”
“You mean,” said Hellier, laughing, “Klein would not have caught you.”
“Yes, that is the better way of putting it, for Klein was the real hero of this business; and if all criminals were made like Klein—”
“Why, then,” said Hellier, “society would be lost, unless all detectives were made like Freyberger.”
CHAPTER XLII
NEXT evening, at nine o’clock, Hellier called at the Langham.
Mademoiselle Lefarge, who had come to England in response to a telegram, was waiting for him.
“Well?” she asked, as she held both of his hands in hers.
“It is done,” said Hellier. “To-morrow your father’s name will be cleared in the sight of all men. You have suffered and waited a long, long time, but yesterday you were avenged.”