“You know me, Sanz!” exclaimed Rivero. “You are under arrest. Now tell me who prepared that cake of soap which you sent to Mr. Garfield?”
The question was quite an unorthodox procedure in English justice. But it was the Chief of the Spanish Detective Department who had arrested a Spanish criminal.
“Find out,” was the fellow’s defiant retort.
“It was Oswald De Gex,” said Rivero. “You won’t deny that! You may as well tell the truth, and things may go better with you. He was Despujol’s friend, as well as yours—was he not?”
“Yes,” the dark-faced man admitted sullenly. “We have both done his dirty work—and Moroni assisted him.”
“You sent that soap to Mr. Garfield—eh?”
The man under arrest with Rivero’s pistol still pointed at him nodded in the affirmative.
“And you went to The Hague and there met the Baron van Veltrup. You put that little piece of steel into his glove. I know that you did,” Rivero went on relentlessly.
“Yes. De Gex paid me for it,” was his reply.