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Updated: June 6, 2025
What has been happening during the past two months at the Chateau d'Ambrumesy? If we don't clear up the riddle, young man, others will give us the go-by." "On what day are those others coming?" "Wednesday Tuesday perhaps " Beautrelet seemed to be making an inward calculation and then declared: "Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction, this is Saturday. I have to be back at school on Monday evening.
But here, in this sanctuary, everything is sacred. There is nothing here but choice, essential pieces, the best of the best, priceless things. Look at these jewels, Beautrelet: Chaldean amulets, Egyptian necklaces, Celtic bracelets, Arab chains. Look at these statuettes, Beautrelet, at this Greek Venus, this Corinthian Apollo. Look at these Tanagras, Beautrelet: all the real Tanagras are here.
He pressed his two hands on Beautrelet's shoulder and, emphasizing every syllable, continued: "You shall do as I tell you, Beautrelet. You shall say that your latest discoveries have convinced you of my death, that there is not the least doubt about it. You shall say so because I wish it, because it has to be believed that I am dead. You shall say so, above all, because, if you do not say so "
It's an idea of mine, an idea, I confess, which does not rest upon a proof of any kind for, up to the present, I have not succeeded in deciphering the document. And therefore I am mentioning it so that we need not come back to it." Beautrelet pressed his hand on M. Filleul's and whispered: "Don't speak there's some one listening outside " The gravel creaked.
But the most hideous thing, the thing that had drawn a cry of terror from the young man's lips, was the head, the head which had just been crushed by the block of stone, the shapeless head, a repulsive mass in which not one feature could be distinguished. Beautrelet took four strides up the ladder and fled into the daylight and the open air.
There was a short silence and then more blows, nearer still. It was the third door. Two remained. Through one of the windows, Beautrelet saw a number of fishing-smacks sailing round the Needle and, not far away, floating on the waters like a great black fish, the torpedo-boat. "What a row!" exclaimed Lupin. "One can't hear one's self speak! Let's go upstairs, shall we?
Lupin took from his pocket a key with a complicated bit and wards and opened the box. A dazzling sight presented itself. Every sort of precious stone sparkled there, every color gleamed, the blue of the sapphires, the red of the rubies, the green of the emeralds, the yellow of the topazes. "Look, look, little Beautrelet!
And to think that, but for Lupin, all this would have remained for ever unknown to men! Ah Beautrelet, what a feeling of pride was mine on the day when I first set foot on this abandoned soil. To have found the lost secret and become its master, its sole master! To inherit such an inheritance! To live in the Needle, after all those kings! He was interrupted by a gesture of his wife's.
"Dead " he said. There was a moment of stupefaction. Shears seemed confounded by his own act. Victoire stammered: "My poor boy my poor boy " Beautrelet went up to the young woman and stooped to examine her. Lupin repeated: "Dead dead " He said it in a reflective tone, as though he did not yet understand. But his face became hollow, suddenly transformed, ravaged by grief.
But the Havre, the neighborhood of the Havre drew Isidore like a beacon-fire. "The kings of France carry secrets that often decide the fate of towns!" Cryptic words which, suddenly, for Beautrelet, shone bright with clearness!
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