Part 32 (1/2)
He was shown into a large study furnished with magnificent book-cases containing old volumes in costly bindings. M. de Lourtier-Vaneau was a man still in the prime of life, wearing a slightly grizzled beard and, by his affable manners and genuine distinction, commanding confidence and liking.
”M. de Lourtier,” said Renine, ”I have ventured to call on your excellency because I read in last year's newspapers that you used to know one of the victims of the lady with the hatchet, Honorine Vernisset.”
”Why, of course we knew her!” cried M. de Lourtier. ”My wife used to employ her as a dressmaker by the day. Poor girl!”
”M. de Lourtier, a lady of my acquaintance has disappeared as the other six victims disappeared.
”What!” exclaimed M. de Lourtier, with a start. ”But I have followed the newspapers carefully. There was nothing on the 18th of October.”
”Yes, a woman of whom I am very fond, Madame Hortense Daniel, was abducted on the 17th of October.”
”And this is the 22nd!”
”Yes; and the murder will be committed on the 24th.”
”Horrible! Horrible! It must be prevented at all costs....”
”And I shall perhaps succeed in preventing it, with your excellency's a.s.sistance.”
”But have you been to the police?”
”No. We are faced by mysteries which are, so to speak, absolute and compact, which offer no gap through which the keenest eyes can see and which it is useless to hope to clear up by ordinary methods, such as inspection of the scenes of the crimes, police enquiries, searching for finger-prints and so on. As none of those proceedings served any good purpose in the previous cases, it would be waste of time to resort to them in a seventh, similar case. An enemy who displays such skill and subtlety would not leave behind her any of those clumsy traces which are the first things that a professional detective seizes upon.”
”Then what have you done?”
”Before taking any action, I have reflected. I gave four days to thinking the matter over.”
M. de Lourtier-Vaneau examined his visitor closely and, with a touch of irony, asked:
”And the result of your meditations ...?”
”To begin with,” said Renine, refusing to be put out of countenance, ”I have submitted all these cases to a comprehensive survey, which hitherto no one else had done. This enabled me to discover their general meaning, to put aside all the tangle of embarra.s.sing theories and, since no one was able to agree as to the motives of all this filthy business, to attribute it to the only cla.s.s of persons capable of it.”
”That is to say?”
”Lunatics, your excellency.”
M. de Lourtier-Vaneau started:
”Lunatics? What an idea!”
”M. de Lourtier, the woman known as the lady with the hatchet is a madwoman.”
”But she would be locked up!”
”We don't know that she's not. We don't know that she is not one of those half-mad people, apparently harmless, who are watched so slightly that they have full scope to indulge their little manias, their wild-beast instincts.
Nothing could be more treacherous than these creatures. Nothing could be more crafty, more patient, more persistent, more dangerous and at the same time more absurd and more logical, more slovenly and more methodical. All these epithets, M. de Lourtier, may be applied to the doings of the lady with the hatchet. The obsession of an idea and the continual repet.i.tion of an act are characteristics of the maniac. I do not yet know the idea by which the lady with the hatchet is obsessed but I do know the act that results from it; and it is always the same. The victim is bound with precisely similar ropes. She is killed after the same number of days. She is struck by an identical blow, with the same instrument, in the same place, the middle of the forehead, producing an absolutely vertical wound.
An ordinary murderer displays some variety. His trembling hand swerves aside and strikes awry. The lady with the hatchet does not tremble. It is as though she had taken measurements; and the edge of her weapon does not swerve by a hair's breadth. Need I give you any further proofs or examine all the other details with you? Surely not. You now possess the key to the riddle; and you know as I do that only a lunatic can behave in this way, stupidly, savagely, mechanically, like a striking clock or the blade of the guillotine....”