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Updated: June 6, 2025
It was crammed with packing cases and miscellaneous objects pieces of furniture, oak settees, chests, credence-tables, strong-boxes a whole confused heap of the kind which one sees in the basement of an old curiosity shop. On his right and left, Beautrelet perceived the wells of two staircases, the same, no doubt, that started from the cave below.
Isidore listened with a smile and replied: "Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction, you are very cruel. You make fun of poor schoolboys who amuse themselves as best they can. You are quite right, however, and I will give you no further reason to laugh at me." "The fact is that you know nothing, M. Isidore Beautrelet." "Yes, I confess in all humility that I know nothing.
Forgive me Raymonde that poor woman down there Stay here. Beautrelet, don't leave her." He darted along the slope that surrounds the farm, turned and followed it, at a run, till he came to the gate that opens on the plain.
The three men had drawn near the balcony and their eyes now took in the extent of the ruins. M. Filleul muttered: "So he ought to be there." "HE IS THERE," said Beautrelet, in a hollow voice. "He has been there ever since the moment when he fell. Logically and practically, he could not escape without being seen by Mlle. de Saint-Veran and the two servants." "What proof have you?"
To try and see the fort, Beautrelet leaned over to the left and it was then that he understood the meaning of the curved stripe, the comma that marked the left bottom corner in the document: at the bottom on the left-hand side of the window, a piece of flint projected and the end of it was curved like a claw. It suggested a regular shooter's mark.
Beautrelet interrupted him quickly: "They know all about that outlet. It was obviously by this way that the man whom I followed entered the park. Come, it's fine game and we shall win it. But, by Jupiter, we must play our cards carefully!" Two days later, a half-famished horse dragged a gipsy caravan into Crozant.
There may be other roads through the cliff than that by which we came and several roads also through the Needle. But it is certain that, between the cliff and the Needle, there is no communication except the tunnel. Therefore they must pass through this cave. And so I shall stay here till you come back. Go ahead, Beautrelet, and be prudent: at the least alarm, scoot back again."
The same newspapers which, on the following morning, related the last episodes that had occurred at the Chateau d'Ambrumesy the trickery at the chapel, the discovery of Arsene Lupin's body and of Raymonde's body and, lastly, the murderous attempt made upon Beautrelet by the clerk to the examining magistrate also announced two further pieces of news: the disappearance of Ganimard, and the kidnapping of Holmlock Shears, in broad daylight, in the heart of London, at the moment when he was about to take the train for Dover.
Then Beautrelet crept through the heather, scratched his hands at the bramble-hedge and, half raising himself, slowly, with restrained movements, put the key into the lock. He turned it gently. Would the door open without an effort? Was there no bolt closing it on the other side? He pushed: the door opened, without a creak or jolt. He was in the park. "Are you there, Beautrelet?" asked Valmeras.
Beautrelet said so!" And the sixth of June came. Half a dozen journalists were looking out for Isidore at the Gare Saint-Lazare. Two of them wanted to accompany him on his journey. He begged them to refrain. He started alone, therefore, in a compartment to himself. He was tired, thanks to a series of nights devoted to study, and soon fell asleep. He slept heavily.
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