“Have you done an autopsy?”
“Who else was on the ship with…?”
“Please, gentlemen.” Capitaine Durer held up his hand. “Please, gentlemen. Please.” He looked around the room at all the reporters hanging on his every word, and he was ecstatic. He had dreamed of moments like this. If I handle this properly, it will mean a big promotion and—
The sergeant interrupted his thoughts. “Capitaine…” He whispered in Durer’s ear and handed him Steve Sloane’s card.
Capitaine Durer studied it and frowned. “I can’t see him now,” he snapped. “Tell him to come back tomorrow at ten o’clock.”
“Yes, sir.”
Capitaine Durer watched thoughtfully as the sergeant left the room. He had no intention of letting anyone take away his moment of glory. He turned back to the reporters and smiled. “Now, what were you asking…?”
In the outer office, the sergeant was saying to Sloane, “I am sorry, but Capitaine Durer is very busy immediately. He would like you to expose yourself here tomorrow morning at ten o’clock.”
Steve Sloane looked at him in dismay. “Tomorrow morning? That’s ridiculous—I don’t want to wait that long.”
The sergeant shrugged. “That is of your chosen, monsieur.”
Steve frowned. “Very well. I don’t have a hotel reservation. Can you recommend a hotel?”
“Mais oui. I am pleased to have recommended the Colomba, eight Avenue de Paris.”
Steve hesitated. “Isn’t there some way…?”
“Ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Steve turned and walked out of the office.
In Durer’s office, the capitaine was happily coping with the barrage of reporters’ questions.
A television reporter asked, “How can you be sure it was an accident?”
Durer looked into the lens of the camera. “Fortunately, there was an eyewitness to this terrible event. Monsieur Stanford’s cabin has an open veranda. Apparently some important papers flew out of his hand, onto the terrace, and he ran to retrieve them. When he reached out, he lost his balance and fell into the water. His bodyguard saw it happen and immediately called for help. The ship stopped, and they were able to retrieve the body.”
“What did the autopsy show?”
“Corsica is a small island, gentlemen. We are not properly equipped to do a full autopsy. However, our medical examiner reports that the cause of death was drowning. We found seawater in his lungs. There were no bruises or any signs of foul play.”
“Where is the body now?”
“We are keeping it in the cold storage room until authorization is given for it to be taken away.”
One of the photographers said, “Do you mind if we take a picture of you, Capitaine?”
“No, monsieur.”
He lay in bed haunted by what Simon Fitzgerald had told him about Harry Stanford.
“Did she get an abortion?”
“No. Harry wanted her to have one, but she refused. They had a terrible scene. He told her he loved her and wanted to marry her. Of course, he had told that to dozens of women. But Emily overheard their conversation, and in the middle of that same night she committed suicide.” Steve wondered how she had done it.
He finally fell asleep.
At ten o’clock the following morning, Steve Sloane appeared again at the Préfecture. The same sergeant was seated behind the desk.
“Good morning,” Steve said.
“Bonjour, monsieur. Can I help to assist you?”
Steve handed the sergeant another business card. “I’m here to see Capitaine Durer.”
“A moment.” The sergeant got up, walked into the inner office, and closed the door behind him.
Capitaine Durer, dressed in an impressive new uniform, was being interviewed by an RAI television crew from Italy. He was looking into the camera. “When I took charge of the case, the first thing I did was to make certain that there was no foul play involved in Monsieur Stanford’s death.”
The interviewer asked, “And you were satisfied that there was none, Capitaine?”
Capitaine Durer hesitated for a dramatic moment. “No. Please, gentlemen, do what you must.”
And the cameras began to flash.
The Colomba was a modest hotel but neat and clean, and his room was satisfactory. Steve’s first move was to telephone Simon Fitzgerald.
“I’m afraid this will take longer than I thought,” Sloane said.
“What’s the problem?”