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I gave her some further instructions in a rather imperious tone: "Tell them my name Guillaume Berlat. If necessary, say that you know me. That will save time. We must expedite the preliminary investigation. The important thing is the pursuit of Arsene Lupin. Your jewels, remember! Let there be no mistake. Guillaume Berlat, a friend of your husband." "I understand....Guillaume Berlat."
Then she continued, weeping: "Yes, Arsene Lupin....while monsieur was sleeping, he seized him by the throat....Mon. Berlat, a friend of my husband." The commissary asked: "But where is Arsene Lupin?" "He leaped from the train, when passing through the tunnel." "Are you sure that it was he?" "Am I sure! I recognized him perfectly. Besides, he was seen at the Saint-Lazare station.
Going to visit friends who knew me under the name of Guillaume Berlat, and amongst whom my resemblance to Arsene Lupin was a subject of many innocent jests, I could not assume a disguise, and my presence had been remarked.
"Mon Dieu! nothing stimulates the comprehension so much as the loss of a pocketbook and the desire to recover it. And it seems to me that if you will give me two of your men, we may be able...." "Oh! I beg of you, monsieur le commissaire," cried Madame Renaud, "listen to Mon. Berlat." The intervention of my excellent friend was decisive.
Pronounced by her, the wife of an influential official, the name of Berlat became really my own, and gave me an identity that no mere suspicion could affect. The commissary arose, and said: "Believe me, Monsieur Berlat, I shall be delighted to see you succeed. I am as much interested as you are in the arrest of Arsene Lupin."
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