‘But who is he?’ he asked.
‘That, said Marriner, ‘is Dr Bourdette.’
Hewson didn’t know the name. Marriner smiled. ‘If you’re French, you remember it well,’ he said. ‘For years all Paris was in fear of this little man. He worked as a doctor by day. But at night he cut people’s throats. He killed just because he liked killing and always in the same way. After his last murder, the police found some important letters. They know all about him now and if only they can catch him …’
‘But our friend here is too clever for them. He knew the police were after him. They soon lost him. They’re looking for him now all over Europe. They think he’s dead but they can’t find the body. Last year, there were one or two more murders. But the police believe that another person is now doing the killing in his place. It’s interesting how every well-known murderer has his followers, isn’t it?’
Hewson felt fear run through his body.
