movements?â she asked de Kessler.
âLa demoiselle
spoke of visiting Interlaken, to see the Jungfrau; nothing more. The
fiancé
spoke of making some ascensions.â
âAh yes, the
fiancé
. Was he tall, dark, with a markedly olive complexion, and the figure of an athlete?â Julia enquired.
âCâest exacte
, Mademoiselle,â the old man said. Chambertin had a question to put.
âOn which day did they come? Six days ago, you say? We must alert Interpol, and also the
Fremden-Polizei
, theSecurity Police. It is possible that they have not yet left the country.â
âWouldnât it be better to leave the police till Monsieur de Ritter has been,â Julia counselled. She was thinking that she must try to ring up Colin from the Palais des Nations at lunch-time.
âMademoiselle, the reputation of the Banque Républicaine is at stake! There is not a moment to lose.â
Julia refrained from pointing out that the bank had already lost six days.
âAs Monsieur de Kessler has their passport numbers, would there be any means of checking at the frontiers whether they have left or not?â she asked. âNo. I expect notâthose men in uniform just open your passport, take a good stare at you, snap it shut and hand it back. They couldnât possibly keep a record.â
Chambertin smiled a little at this description.
âNo, Mademoiselle, they do not. But they are quite observant, and this party of three, whom you seem to have observed very closely, might well be noticed. How was the aspect of the young girl, by the way?â
âAsk Monsieur de Kessler,â Julia said.
âShe was blonde,â de Kessler said, hesitantly.
âYes, but her eyesâthe colourâand tall or short?â Chambertin asked impatiently.
âShe was petiteâand
très jolie,â
de Kessler said. Chambertin turned to Julia.
âMademoiselle, can you help us?â
âYes,â Julia said. âThis girl was certainly most carefully chosen as a double of Miss Armitageâneedlessly, since the personnel of the bank failed to notice her appearance.â She could not resist that crack. âShe is very short indeed, very slender, with tiny hands and feet, and though she isâor has been made to appearâash-blonde, her eyes are dark brown.â
Chambertin was scribbling.
âPerfect,â he said. âAnd her clothesâdid you observe these also?â
âYes. A pale cream suit, a little blouse to match, a lightbrown overcoatâand a hat of cream Bangkok straw, trimmed with brown nylon lace to match the overcoat. Shoes and hand-bag of brown crocodile.â
Chambertin went on scribbling. âMiss Probyn, you would be worth a fortune as a detective,â he exclaimed.
âI want to be worth Miss Armitageâs fortune, Monsieur Chambertin!â She looked at her watchânearly twelve. âCould someone call me a taxi?â She wanted to tidy up at the hotel before going out to lunch.
She did not, however, let the taxi take her to the Bergues; she got out at the foot-bridge leading to the Ãle Rousseau, and then walked to the hotel. These types seemed to be up to everything; one couldnât be too careful. And there was that damned detective, too, actually staying in the hotel. What on earth was he up to?
In her room she changed into a thinner frockâGeneva heats up in the middle of the dayâand looked in the back of her engagement-book to make sure that she had got Colinâs office number. She had, and she would just have to risk telephoning there from the Palais des Nations after lunch; surely it ought to be one of the safest places. Anyhow Colin was usually pretty quick at picking up what she was driving at, either in their âdarling-darlingâ language or, at the worst, in Gaelic. But oh, why hadnât she written to him about the girl at Victoria? âBecause oneâs afraid of
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