At the end of an hour he climbed to the top of a tramcar going in the direction of Neuilly. Sholmes followed and took a seat behind the man, and beside a gentleman who was concealed behind the pages of a newspaper. At the fortifications the gentleman lowered the paper, and Sholmes recognized Ganimard, who thereupon whispered, as he pointed to the man in front:
“It is the man who followed Bresson last night. He has been watching the house for an hour.”
“Anything new in regard to Bresson?” asked Sholmes.
“Yes, a letter came to his address this morning.”
“This morning? Then it was posted yesterday before the sender could know of Bresson’s death.”
“Exactly. It is now in the possession of the examining magistrate. But I read it. It says: He will not accept any compromise. He wants everything—the first thing as well as those of the second affair. Otherwise he will proceed.”
“There is no signature,” added Ganimard. “It seems to me those few lines won’t help us much.”
“I don’t agree with you, Monsieur Ganimard. To me those few lines are very interesting.”
“Why so? I can’t see it.”
“For reasons that are personal to me,” replied Sholmes, with the indifference that he frequently displayed toward his colleague.