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In the same way, he declared from the beginning, in the matter of the Saint-Cloud mystery, that the concierge was the only possible murderer. But most curious of all was the pamphlet which was found circulating among the boys at the school, a typewritten pamphlet signed by Beautrelet and manifolded to the number of ten copies.
In fact, he looks a little like an English parson." "It's he," murmured Beautrelet, "it's he, as I have seen him: it's his exact description." "What! Do you think ?" "I think, I am sure that your tenant is none other than Arsene Lupin." The story amused Louis Valmeras. He knew all the adventures of Arsene Lupin and the varying fortunes of his struggle with Beautrelet.
And that point his two companions sought desperately, both leaning into space, both moved by the same faith in Beautrelet and quivering with the ardent conviction which he had forced upon them. Yes, Arsene Lupin was there. In theory and in fact, he was there: neither of them was now able to doubt it.
Bredoux grinned: "Don't hurt your fingers, my young friend. I have the key of that door, too." "There's the window!" cried Beautrelet. "Too late," said Bredoux, planting himself in front of the casement, revolver in hand. Every chance of retreat was cut off.
There were Raphael's Madonna of the Agnus Dei, Andrea del Sarto's Portrait of Lucrezia Fede, Titian's Salome, Botticelli's Madonna and Angels and numbers of Tintorettos, Carpaccios, Rembrandts, Velasquez. "What fine copies!" said Beautrelet, approvingly. Lupin looked at him with an air of stupefaction: "What! Copies! You must be mad!
And he does not remove his eyes from those same eyes reflected in the glass, as though he hoped to double his powers of thought by contemplating his pensive image, as though he hoped to find at the back of that mirrored Beautrelet the unsolvable solution of what he does not find within himself.
Lupin's were calm, watchful, almost inquisitive, as though, in the awful danger that threatened him, he were interested only in the moral problem that held the young man in its clutches. Would Isidore decide to give the finishing stroke to the defeated enemy? The door cracked from top to bottom. "Help, Beautrelet, we've got him!" Ganimard bellowed. Isidore raised his revolver.
"M. Isidore Beautrelet!" exclaimed M. Filleul with an air of rapture, holding out both his hands to the newcomer. "What a delightful surprise! Our excellent amateur detective here! And at our disposal too! Why, it's a windfall! M. Chief-inspector, allow me to introduce to you M. Isidore Beautrelet, a sixth-form pupil at the Lycee Janson-de-Sailly." Ganimard seemed a little nonplussed.
To compel two experts, two professionals like M. Filleul and Ganimard to take account of his surmises implied a testimony of respect of which any other would have been proud. But Beautrelet seemed not to feel those little satisfactions of self-conceit and, still smiling without the least trace of irony, he placidly waited. M. de Gesvres entered the room.
"I have not." "In that case, I don't understand. Well, who is the murderer of Jean Daval?" "Jean Daval was killed by " Beautrelet interrupted himself, thought for a moment and continued: "But I must first show you the road which I followed to arrive at the certainty and the very reasons of the murder without which my accusation would seem monstrous to you.
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