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Updated: June 10, 2025
The elector suggested a little restaurant on the left bank of the Seine, where the food, he said, was something wonderful. Daubrecq accepted. This was what Lupin wanted. The proprietor of the restaurant was one of his friends. The attempt, which was to take place on the following Thursday, was this time bound to succeed.
She had lost some part of her confidence in him and she shrugged her shoulders lightly: "If d'Albufex has not purloined the list, one man alone can exercise any influence; one man alone: Daubrecq." She spoke these words in a low and absent voice that made him shudder. Was she still thinking, as he had often seemed to feel, of going back to Daubrecq and paying him for Gilbert's life?
"By means of false keys, evidently, while the portress was doing her shopping, in the course of the afternoon; and they had no difficulty in secreting themselves, as Daubrecq keeps no other servants. I have every reason to believe that they hid in the room next door, which is the dining-room, and afterward attacked Daubrecq here, in the study.
And Daubrecq is marvelously clever at turning this fact to account. He selects his victim, frightens him out of his senses, points out to him the inevitable scandal; and the victim pays the required sum. Or else he kills himself, as my husband did. Do you understand now?" "Yes," said Lupin. And, in the silence that followed, he drew a mental picture of Daubrecq's life.
Where is the child?" Daubrecq first inspected the articles and then took Lupin to the Avenue de Neuilly, where two closely veiled old ladies stood waiting with little Jacques. Lupin carried the child to his car, where Victoire was waiting for him.
We ought either to have trusted in your experience entirely, or else to have left you out altogether, taking the risk of fatal mistakes and dangerous hesitations. But we could not help ourselves. Vaucheray ruled us. I agreed to meet Daubrecq at the theatre. During this time the thing took place.
Daubrecq reflected for a little while and said: "It amounts to this, doctor, that you have come to ask me if I know the whereabouts of this child whom I presume to have disappeared. Is that it?" "Yes." "And, if I did happen to know, you would take him back to his mother?" There was a longer pause. Lupin asked himself: "Can he by chance have swallowed the story? Is the threat of that death enough?
Honest men always come by their own... Have you anything else to tell me?" "Yes. Some one came yesterday evening, while M. Daubrecq was out. I saw lights reflected upon the trees in the garden." "The portress' bedroom?" "The portress was up." "Then it was some of those detective-fellows; they are still hunting. I'll see you later, Victoire. You must let me in again." "What! You want to..."
A fortune!... And my terror at the thought that you might give me away! You had but to utter my name to complete my ruin and bring about my disgrace!... Oh, you villain!..." Daubrecq did not budge. He had been deprived of his black glasses, but still kept his spectacles, which reflected the light from the candles. He had lost a good deal of flesh; and the bones stood out above his sunken cheeks.
On the day after my husband turned our unhappy child out of the house, Daubrecq sent us a most cynical letter in which he revealed the odious part which he had played and the machinations by which he had succeeded in depraving our son. And he went on to say, 'The reformatory, one of these days... Later on, the assize-court ... And then, let us hope and trust, the scaffold!"
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