Carker.”
Mister Plankton sat back, toying for a moment with a silver letter opener that he had picked up from his desk.
“You make it sound extremely sinister, sir. Do you imply that Mister Dombey was following Carker?”
The young man shook his head as if suddenly bewildered.
“Mister Dombey admits to travelling to Dijon in France to confront his wife and Carker after they had eloped together. He had discovered where they were staying on the intelligence of a Mrs Brown. Mister Dombey admits that a confrontation took place but that he left Carker and his wife unharmed and returned via Paris. The fact is that Mister Dombey did board a ferry sailing from Calais only a few hours after the ferry on which Carker had sailed. That both men wound up at the same railway halt to which they were strangers when both might have logically proceeded directly to London is rather singular, is it not? What conclusion would you draw from these facts?”
Mr Plankton’s brows drew together.
“Implications do lead to speculation, sir, and I thought that you denied the habit?” he observed dryly.
When Captain Ryder did not respond, the solicitor added defensively: “I have said that I will not say anything which impugns the good name of Mister Dombey.”
“You do not have to, sir. However, Mister Dombey admitted during my subsequent inquiry that these were the facts. Therefore I was able to ask my colleague Monsieur Caissidiere, at the Prefecture de Police in Paris, to contact a police officer in Dijon to take a statement from Mrs Dombey. She confirms the essentials; that she had run off with Carker on a whim to spite her husband whom she thought little of. But she thought even less of Carker. Dombey came to see them in the apartment she had taken in Dijon. There was an altercation but not of a violent kind.
Verbal blows were all that were struck. Dombey then left to return to England, leaving his wife to her chosen path. Mrs Dombey then told Carker what she really thought of him and he, in a rage, also took his baggage and left. She further alleged that, while doing so, he had muttered something about settling with someone in London with whom he had business. His parting taunt to her was that she would be sorry, for he was a rich man.”
There was a silence while Mr Plankton studied the face of the young officer before offering a comment.
“You will have read Mister Dombey’s statement that he spent a day or two in Paris and so we must conclude that it was purely by chance that he arrived at Dover soon after Carker had landed.”
“And a further coincidence that Mister Dombey took a local train and decided to alight at Paddock Wood, the very place where Carker had also alighted,” responded the young man sceptically. “Another coincidence that both men stayed the night at the Forester’s Arms? Come, sir, one coincidence might be acceptable but surely. .?”
Mr Plankton shrugged.
“I represent to you the facts as told to me by Mister Dombey and which he placed in his statement. I do not comment on them. All I say is that I have never known Mister Dombey to add dishonesty to the fault of poor judgment of character.”
Captain Ryder smiled a trifle sadly.
“If that is so, sir, then we must believe there is a logical explanation for these coincidences.
Let us proceed with what we know. I can add that my friend Monsieur Caissidiere was thorough on my behalf. He checked Mister Dombey’s movements in Paris and found that he had paid a visit to the Agence Havas.”
Mr Plankton raised an eyebrow slightly.
Captain Ryder leaned forward in his chair.
“Ah, sir, are you acquainted with the Agence Havas?”
The solicitor shook his head at once.
“The Agence Havas is known even in London, Captain. It is what is called a news agency; a place for the dissemination of news. Monsieur Havas formed it some ten years ago. He has what are called correspondents in each capital who send news items to him in Paris; items from the newspapers that are translated and passed on by the Agence Havas. By use of carrier pigeons they are able to get stories from London morning newspapers so that they can be published in the Paris afternoon editions. It is, indeed, amazing how small the world is growing.”
“Exactly so.”
“The fact is interesting, sir. But I fail to see. .?”
“But what would Mister Dombey have to do with a news agency?” smiled Captain Ryder.
“Did he not mention his visit to you?”
“Not at all.”
“Strange that he did not. Do you know Monsieur Solliec, the Agence Havas correspondent in London?”
Mr Plankton frowned.
“I do not, sir. Oh, I have met him a few times in the coffee house I frequent at luncheon but I cannot say I know him.”
“Then have you had any business dealings with a Mister Morfin?”
There was a moment’s hesitation before Mr Plankton replied.
“Naturally. Mister Morfin was the assistant manager of Dombey and Son and, since Mister Carker went to France, Mister Morfin has acted as manager. A worthy young man, but he shares the fault with Mister Dombey of not being the best judge of character.”
“Perhaps you could elucidate?” Captain Ryder raised an eyebrow.
“He is enamoured of Miss Harriette Carker.”
“Ah, you speak of James Carker’s sister?”
“Just so, sir. Just so. There is bad blood in that family, sir. Bad blood.”
The young man looked thoughtfully at the solicitor.
“I presume that you refer not only to James but to his older brother, John Carker, who also is employed by Mister Dombey?”
“You have carried out a thorough investigation, sir,” Mr Plankton observed, nodding quickly. “Do you know of the background of John Carker?”
“I know from my inquiries that he admitted to embezzling money from the firm when he was a young man but claims he immediately reformed and paid it back. However, his younger brother, the late James Carker, never let him forget the matter and mistreated him badly.”
Mister Plankton sniffed.
“Reforms do occur, sir. Paul on the road to Damascus and all that. Personally, I place no faith in reformed characters nor in reformers.”
“Did you know that Mister Morfin sent John Carker to Dover to meet Mister Dombey from the boat?”
Mr Plankton frowned.
“How did he know when Mister Dombey was arriving?”
“As I have said, Mister Dombey called in at the Agence Havas in Paris. He paid a clerk there to send one of the carrier pigeons that the agency uses to keep in touch with its correspondents in each of the European capitals to Monsieur Solliec in London. The intelligence was that Mister Dombey aimed to arrive in Dover at a particular time. Monsieur Solliec was acquainted with Mister Morfin and was able to pass this on. John Carker was therefore despatched to Dover to meet Mister Dombey. This step was taken because Mister Morfin wanted to give news of the extent of the embezzlement, which had then been fully uncovered. Now, sir, here we have another mystery. There is no mention of John Carker in the statement given by Mister Dombey and which you were witness to.”
Mr Plankton was looking astonished.
“I, also, had no knowledge of him at the scene,” he replied quietly. “Mister Dombey did not mention him.”
“Yet John Carker met Paul Dombey at Dover and they both caught a local train to Paddock Wood, there being no direct trains to London. Unable to further their journey, they stayed at the Forester’s Arms, presumably with the intention of remaining there until the first London train the next morning. Now, sir, it seems a coincidence that they both stayed in the same inn as James Carker.”
