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"The letters, first!" Varin drew a revolver and, pointing it at Mon. Andermatt, said: "Yes or no?" The banker stooped quickly. There was the sound of a pistol-shot. The weapon fell from Varin's hand. I was amazed. The shot was fired close to me. It was Daspry who had fired it at Varin, causing him to drop the revolver.
The article attracted some attention, but no one took it seriously. They regarded it as a work of fiction rather than a story of real life. The Saint- Martins rallied me. But Daspry, who took an interest in such matters, came to see me, made a study of the affair, but reached no conclusion. A few mornings later, the door-bell rang, and Antoine came to inform me that a gentleman desired to see me.
It was only by a mere chance that I have been able to do you a good turn. Good-night." Mon. Andermatt retired. He carried with him the letters written by his wife to Louis Lacombe. "Marvelous!" exclaimed Daspry, delighted. "Everything is coming our way. Now, we have only to close our little affair, comrade. You have the papers?" "Here they are all of them."
"Ah!" "Yes, Jean Daspry is going on a long journey. I shall send him to Morocco. There, he may find a death worthy of him. I may say that that is his expectation." "But Arsene Lupin will remain?" "Oh! Decidedly. Arsene Lupin is simply at the threshold of his career, and he expects "
Were not Daspry and Salvator the same person? Everything pointed to that conclusion. If so, Varin risked nothing in disclosing a hiding-place already known. "Open it," repeated Daspry. "I have not got the seven of hearts." "Yes, here it is," said Daspry, handing him the iron plate. Varin recoiled in terror, and cried: "No, no, I will not."
At last, in a corner, at the angle formed by the walls of two neighboring proprietors, a small pile of earth and gravel, covered with briers and grass, attracted his attention. He attacked it. I was obliged to help him. For an hour, under a hot sun, we labored without success. I was discouraged, but Daspry urged me on. His ardor was as strong as ever.
After a moment, Daspry said: "A very simple theory....Has Mon. Andermatt spoken to you since then?" "No." "Has his attitude toward you changed in any way? Does he appear more gloomy, more anxious?" "No, I haven't noticed any change." "And yet you think he has secured the letters. Now, in my opinion, he has not got those letters, and it was not he who came here on the night of 22 June."
But Jean Daspry, whom I frequently met at that period, became more and more interested in it each day. It was he who pointed out to me that item from a foreign newspaper which was reproduced and commented upon by the entire press.
Could a connection be established between the name of the sub-marine and the incidents which we have related? But a connection of what nature? What had happened here could have no possible relation with the sub-marine. "What do you know about it?" said Daspry to me. "The most diverse effects often proceed from the same cause."
"Never mind," replied Daspry, as he walked toward the bearded king, climbed on a chair and applied the seven of hearts to the lower part of the sword in such a manner that the edges of the iron plate coincided exactly with the two edges of the sword. Then, with the assistance of an awl which he introduced alternately into each of the seven holes, he pressed upon seven of the little mosaic stones.
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