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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Is Sherlock Holmes really coming?" "Is it so serious as that?" "Is Arsene Lupin really in this neighborhood?" "Arsene Lupin and his band are not far away. Besides the robbery of the Baron Cahorn, he is credited with the thefts at Montigny, Gruchet and Crasville." "Has he sent you a warning, as he did to Baron Cahorn?" "No," replied Devanne, "he can't work the same trick twice." "What then?"
His silence was terrible, unfathomable, more violent than the wildest rage. At the railway station, he spoke calmly, but in a voice that impressed one with the vast energy and will power of that famous man. He said: "Yes, he is a clever man, but some day I shall have the pleasure of placing on his shoulder the hand I now offer to you, Monsieur Devanne.
Devanne, we should turn our attention to the two quotations," suggested Father Gelis. "Oh!" exclaimed Mon. Devanne, laughing, "our worthy father is fond of reading memoirs and delving into the musty archives of the castle. Everything relating to Thibermesnil interests him greatly. But the quotations that he mentions only serve to complicate the mystery.
It was ridiculous to suppose that Velmont was anyone else than Velmont, the famous artist, and club-fellow of his cousin d'Estevan. So, when the captain of the gendarmes arrived to investigate the affair, Devanne did not even think of mentioning his absurd theory. Throughout the forenoon there was a lively commotion at the castle.
At last, they came to a stairway of twelve steps, followed by three others of twelve steps each, which they mounted with difficulty, and then found themselves in a small cavity cut in the rock. They could go no further. "The deuce!" muttered Holmes, "nothing but bare walls. This is provoking." "Let us go back," said Devanne. "I have seen enough to satisfy me."
"Ah!" "Yes, my friend Devanne told us last night that you were coming, and I am delighted to be the first to welcome you. Sherlock Holmes has no more ardent admirer than....myself."
Devanne dropped the artist in front of the Casino, and proceeded to the railway station. At twelve o'clock his friends alighted from the train. A half hour later the automobile was at the entrance to the castle. At one o'clock, after a light supper, they retired. The lights were extinguished, and the castle was enveloped in the darkness and silence of the night.
Devanne exclaimed with much gusto: "Ah! monsieur, you are here! I am delighted to see you. It is a long-deferred pleasure. Really, I scarcely regret what has happened, since it affords me the opportunity to meet you. But, how did you come?" "By the train." "But I sent my automobile to meet you at the station." "An official reception, eh? with music and fireworks! Oh! no, not for me.
"Why, it was Monsieur Velmont." "Mon. Velmont? Did you meet him?" "Near the railway station, and he told me to come to the chapel." "To come to the chapel! What for?" "To wait for you, monsieur, and your friend." Devanne and Holmes exchanged looks, and Mon. Devanne said: "He knew the mystery would be a simple one for you. It is a delicate compliment."
"Now, we will go to the other end of the word Thibermesnil, try the letter I, and see if it will open like a wicket." With a certain degree of solemnity, Devanne seized the letter. It opened, but Devanne fell from the ladder, for the entire section of the bookcase, lying between the first and last letters of the words, turned on a picot and disclosed the subterranean passage.
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