CHAPTER XI

MM. DUPIERRE ET CIE. THE HANDS of the large clock at the Gare du Nord were pointing to three minutes before eight next morning as Inspector Burnley walked up the steps of the entrance. Lefarge was there before him and the two men greeted each other warmly. “I have a police box cart here,” said Lefarge. “Give me your papers and we’ll have the cask out in a brace of shakes.” Burnley handed them over and they went to the luggage bureau. Lefarge’s card had a magical effect, and in a very few minutes the sacking-covered…