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Daubrecq's secret was about to be expressed in syllables, in words wrung from him by pain. And Lupin began to think of his retreat, of the car which was waiting for him, of the wild rush to Paris, of the victory at hand. "Speak," whispered d'Albufex. "Speak and it will be over." "Yes... yes..." gasped Daubrecq. "Well...?" "Later... to-morrow..."
"This evening the marquis will put Daubrecq to the question a little brutally, but indispensably as I intended to do myself." "And Daubrecq will give up his secret," said Clarisse, already quite upset. "I'm afraid so." "Then..." "I am hesitating between two plans," said Lupin, who seemed very calm. "Either to prevent the interview..." "How?" "By forestalling d'Albufex.
She gave a start when she saw a scrap of paper on the balcony, lying as though flung there by accident: "Can it be a trick of Daubrecq's?" she thought, out loud. "Can that scrap of paper contain..." "No," said a voice behind her, as she put her hand on the latch. She turned and saw Daubrecq.
"Well, well," said Lupin, as he went out, greatly excited by his discovery, "I seem doomed, in this confounded adventure, to knock up against disappointments to the finish. Everything that I build crumbles to pieces at once. Every victory ends in disaster." Nevertheless, he did not allow himself to be cast down. On the one hand, he now knew where Daubrecq the deputy hid the crystal stopper.
"If only there's room!" said Clarisse, who was alarmed at the least thing. "Room? Why, our berths are booked!" "By whom?" "By Jacob... by Daubrecq." "How?" "Why, at the office of the hotel they gave me a letter which had come for Daubrecq by express. It was the two berths which Jacob had sent him. Also, I have his deputy's pass. So we shall travel under the name of M. and Mme.
He had never seen his friend like this, with that repugnant face, that bestial expression: yes, the expression of a wild beast... Daubrecq ground his teeth. He stamped his feet.
He had no hope of striking that unassailable enemy. Even Daubrecq's death would not deliver him from Daubrecq. He took his hat and went away. At eleven o'clock in the morning Victoire, on returning from her shopping, handed Lupin a note from his accomplices. He opened it and read: "The man who came to see Daubrecq last night is Langeroux the deputy, leader of the independent left.
And now to business. Hustle!" When Daubrecq turned his head, Lupin was standing up, with clenched fists. His burst of admiration had not survived the rest of the speech and the revelations which Daubrecq had made about Victoire and the flat in the Rue Chateaubriand. The humiliation was too great; and Lupin no longer bothered to play the part of the small general practitioner.
She briskly made for the front of the box, forced back the screen and, leaning forward, seemed to give a signal. Then she returned and tried to slip to the door. Lupin, as though wishing to help her, said: "Why don't you move the chair?" He was speaking of a heavy chair which had fallen down between him and Daubrecq and across which they were struggling.
Daubrecq bowed his head, by way of thanks, and muttered: "I haven't quite finished... A little patience, if you don't mind." And he continued, "Hullo! Prasville!... No, no, old chap, I'm not humbugging... You'll find Lupin here, with me, in my study... Lupin, who's worrying me like the rest of you... Oh, one more or less makes no difference to me! But, all the same, this one's a bit too pushing.
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