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Updated: June 21, 2025
I exclaimed, when he had given me the paper to read. "Exactly. It was quite right that Varin should redeem his treachery." And that is how I made the acquaintance of Arsene Lupin. That is how I learned that Jean Daspry, a member of my club, was none other than Arsene Lupin, gentleman-thief.
It was in the same handwriting as the note I found in my book on the night of 22 June. Daspry was right. Salvator was, indeed, the originator of that affair. We were beginning to see a little light coming out of the darkness that surrounded us, and an unexpected light was thrown on certain points; but other points yet remained obscure for instance, the finding of the two seven-of-hearts.
"Ah! over you, also?" "Over me, in particular." She uttered the last words in a hollow voice. Daspry observed it; he paced to and fro for a moment, then, turning to her, asked: "Had you written to Louis Lacombe?" "Of course. My husband had business with him " "Apart from those business letters, had you written to Louis Lacombe....other letters?
In a moment, Daspry was standing between the two men, facing Varin; he said to him, with a sneer: "You were lucky, my friend, very lucky. I fired at your hand and struck only the revolver." Both of them looked at him, surprised. Then he turned to the banker, and said: "I beg your pardon, monsieur, for meddling in your business; but, really, you play a very poor game. Let me hold the cards."
Daspry examined them carefully, and then placed them in his pocket. "Quite right. You have kept your word," he said. "But " "But what?" "The two checks? The money?" said Varin, eagerly. "Well, you have a great deal of assurance, my man. How dare you ask such a thing?" "I ask only what is due to me." "Can you ask pay for returning papers that you stole? Well, I think not!"
I showed him the letter. "Well?" said he. "Well, I have left the garden gate unlocked, so anyone can enter." "And you are you going away?" "Not at all. I intend to stay right here." "But he asks you to go " "But I am not going. I will be discreet, but I am resolved to see what takes place." "Ma foi!" exclaimed Daspry, laughing, "you are right, and I shall stay with you.
As he pressed upon the seventh one, a clicking sound was heard, and the entire bust of the King turned upon a pivot, disclosing a large opening lined with steel. It was really a fire-proof safe. "You can see, Varin, the safe is empty." "So I see. Then, my brother has taken out the letters." Daspry stepped down from the chair, approached Varin, and said: "Now, no more nonsense with me.
I shouldn't like to miss it." We were interrupted by the sound of the door-bell. "Here already?" said Daspry, "twenty minutes ahead of time! Incredible!" I went to the door and ushered in the visitor. It was Madame Andermatt. She was faint and nervous, and in a stammering voice, she ejaculated: "My husband....is coming....he has an appointment.... they intend to give him the letters...."
Not until then did I suspect that her calm demeanor was assumed, and that some poignant grief was concealed beneath that air of tranquility. For a moment, we were silent and embarrassed. Then Daspry stepped forward, and said: "Will you permit me to ask you a few questions?" "Yes, yes," she cried. "I will answer." "You will answer....whatever those questions may be?" "Yes."
There was the same clicking sound, but this time, strange to relate, it was only a portion of the safe that revolved on the pivot, disclosing quite a small safe that was built within the door of the larger one. The packet of letters was here, tied with a tape, and sealed. Varin handed the packet to Daspry. The latter turned to the banker, and asked: "Is the check ready, Monsieur Andermatt?"
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