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In a low voice, reflecting as he spoke, Beautrelet continued: "Let me see Ganimard and I are both standing on the bottom step of the staircase there are 45. Why 45, when the figure in the document is 44? A coincidence? No. In all this business, there is no such thing as a coincidence, at least not an involuntary one. Ganimard, be so good as to move one step higher up.

There is every reason to fear that the poor young girl has been murdered. Isidore Beautrelet completed his journey to Dieppe without moving a limb. Bent in two, with his elbows on his knees and his hands plastered against his face, he sat thinking. At Dieppe, he took a fly. At the door of Ambrumesy, he met the examining magistrate, who confirmed the horrible news.

Lupin's gang, therefore, which had been disorganized for a moment by the extraordinary ingenuity of a seventeen-year-old schoolboy, was now resuming the offensive and was winning all along the line from the first. Lupin's two great adversaries, Shears and Ganimard, were put away. Isidore Beautrelet was disabled. The police were powerless.

M. Filleul looked at it and gave it to Beautrelet, saying: "I don't suppose this will help us much in our investigations." Isidore turned the paper over and over. 2.1.1..2..2.1..1.. 1...2.2. 2.43.2..2. .45..2.4...2..2.4..2 D DF square 19F+44triangle357triangle 13.53..2 ..25.2

There was no impression of towns, villages, fields or forests; simply space, space devoured, swallowed up. Beautrelet looked at his traveling companion, for a long time, with eager curiosity and also with a keen wish to fathom his real character through the mask that covered it. And he thought of the circumstances that confined them, like that, together, in the close contact of that motor car.

"Get on, get on!" said Beautrelet, who was in a hurry to come to the solution. "Get on? What do you mean? Not at all! We know that the Man with the Iron Mask was imprisoned because he knew and wished to divulge the secret of the Royal house of France. But how did he know it? And why did he wish to divulge it? Lastly, who was that strange personage?

It was like the sound of a beam that was being hurled against the door. Beautrelet, mad with curiosity, stood in front of Lupin and awaited events, without understanding what Lupin was doing or contemplating. To give up the Needle was all very well; but why was he giving up himself? What was his plan? Did he hope to escape from Ganimard? And, on the other hand, where was Raymonde?

Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction, for the vengeance will be terrible." A few minutes later and in spite of the entreaties of M. Filleul, who would gladly have made further use of this fascinating auxiliary, Isidore Beautrelet, whose holidays ended that day, went off by the Dieppe Road.

They expected from him what they were entitled to expect at most from some phenomenon of penetration and intuition, of experience and skill. That day of the sixth of June was made to sprawl over all the papers. On the sixth of June, Isidore Beautrelet would take the fast train to Dieppe: and Lupin would be arrested on the same evening.

Old Beautrelet undertook to tell the girl. Ten minutes later, he left the room with her and said to his son: "You were right Mlle. de Saint-Veran ;" They all four went down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Valmeras stopped and bent over the man. Then, leading them to the terrace-room: "He is not dead," he said. "He will live." "Ah!" said Beautrelet, with a sigh of relief.