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As it was, he muttered between his teeth: "How stupid! And still more stupid as Daubrecq had been given the warning." "No," she said. "I went to Enghien on the same day. In all that business Daubrecq saw and sees nothing but an ordinary burglary, an annexation of his treasures. The fact that you took part in it put him off the scent." "Still, the disappearance of the stopper..."
In two hours, Daubrecq will be in my hands. To-night, whatever means I have to employ, he shall speak." "Do you mean that?" she asked, faintly, while a ray of hope began to light up her face. "He shall speak. I shall have his secret. I shall tear the list of the Twenty-seven from him. And that list will set your son free." "Too late," Clarisse murmured. "Too late? Why?
"How was it that d'Albufex did not foresee that it was possible to escape this way?" "The cliff is perpendicular." "And you were able to..." "Well, your cousins insisted... And then one has to live, you know, and they were free with their money." "The dear, good souls!" said Daubrecq. "Where are they?" "Down below, in a boat." "Is there a river, then?" "Yes, but we won't talk, if you don't mind.
And, when Daubrecq moved away impatiently, he took him by the two shoulders, with that superhuman strength which Daubrecq knew, from having felt it in the box at the Vaudeville, and, holding him motionless in his grip, he said: "One last word." "You're wasting your breath," growled the deputy. "One last word. Listen, Daubrecq: forget Mme.
No, don't thank me: it's not worth mentioning. Good-bye, Daubrecq. And, if you should want a louis or two, to buy yourself a new decanter-stopper, drop me a line. Good-bye, Daubrecq." He walked away. He had not gone fifty steps when he heard the sound of a shot. He turned round. Daubrecq had blown his brains out. "De profundis," murmured Lupin, taking off his hat.
The man who rang at Daubrecq the deputy's gate, at six o-clock that evening, was a stout, elderly gentleman, in a black frock-coat, a bowler hat, spectacles and whiskers. The portress took him to the front-door of the house and rang the bell. Victoire appeared. Lupin asked: "Can M. Daubrecq see Dr. Vernes?" "M. Daubrecq is in his bedroom; and it is rather late..." "Give him my card, please."
"No, but on our wedding-day, Louis Prasville, who acted as my husband's best man in defiance of Danbrecq's opposition, went home to find the girl he loved, the opera-singer, dead, strangled..." "What!" said Lupin, with a start. "Had Daubrecq..." "It was known that Daubrecq had been persecuting her with his attentions for some days; but nothing more was known.
Daubrecq objected: "Perhaps it would be better for me to go down first." "Why?" "I am very tired. You can tie your rope round my waist and hold me... Otherwise, there is a danger that I might..." "Yes, you are right," said Lupin. "Come nearer." Daubrecq came nearer and knelt down on the rock.
Next, he had to go back to the end of the embrasure, the wider part, where he had left the rope-ladder. After fixing it to the bars, he called Daubrecq: "Psst!... It's all right... Are you ready?" "Yes... coming... One more second, while I listen... All right... They're asleep... give me the ladder." Lupin lowered it and asked: "Must I come down?"
Nobody in your room. But the partition-door was ajar. I slipped through it. Thenceforth, a mere hanging separated me from you, from Daubrecq and from the packet of tobacco which I saw on the chimney-slab." "Then you knew the hiding-place?" "A look round Daubrecq's study in Paris showed me that that packet of tobacco had disappeared. Besides..." "What?"
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