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The doors banged to, and, to his horror, the lift shot upwards about eight feet, and stuck between the floors. As the lift stuck, a second compartment, exactly like the one Guerchard and Dieusy were in, came up to the level of the floor of the smoking-room; the doors opened, and there was Lupin. But again how changed!
"They're the doors of a lift," said Lupin. "In that lift are Dieusy and Lupin. You know Dieusy?" "Yes, yes," said the policeman. "There are only Dieusy and Lupin in the lift. They are struggling together. You can hear them," shouted Lupin in the policeman's ear. "Lupin is disguised. You understand Dieusy and a disguised man are in the lift. The disguised man is Lupin.
"Between four and five in the morning," said Dieusy. "Who saw it?" said Guerchard. "A scavenger. He thinks that it was nearly five o'clock when the van drove off." "Between four and five nearly five. Then they filled up the opening before they loaded the van. I thought they would," said Guerchard, thoughtfully. "Anything else?"
"Oh, this has all been prepared a long while ago. But now I'm really on their track. And after all, I haven't really lost any time. Dieusy wasted no time in making inquiries in Sureau Street; he's been working all this side of the house." Guerchard drew up the blinds, opened the shutters, and let the daylight flood the dim room.
I won't bother with her," said Guerchard eagerly. The front-door bell rang. "Wait, wait. Let me think," said Lupin hoarsely; and he strove to adjust his jostling ideas, to meet with a fresh plan this fresh disaster. He stood listening with all his ears. There were footsteps on the stairs, and the door opened. Dieusy stood on the threshold. "Who is it?" said Guerchard.
He was not wearing a very cheerful air; and he told the Duke that he had found no clue to the perpetrators of the crime, though M. Dieusy and M. Bonavent, the detectives from the Prefecture of Police, had joined him in the search. The Duke was condoling with him on this failure when they heard a knocking at the front door, and then voices on the stairs. "Ah!
He rose, transferred the pocket-book to the coat he was wearing, picked up the bomb, came out into the smoking-room, and listened. A muffled roaring thumping came from the well of the lift. It almost sounded as if, in their exasperation, Guerchard and Dieusy were engaged in a struggle to the death. Smiling pleasantly, he stole to the window and looked out.
"A few minutes after the van had gone a man in motoring dress came out of the house," said Dieusy. "In motoring dress?" said Guerchard quickly. "Yes. And a little way from the house he threw away his cigarette. The scavenger thought the whole business a little queer, and he picked up the cigarette and kept it. Here it is."
Guerchard and Dieusy dashed at the doors of the opening of the lift-well, pulling and wrenching at them. Suddenly there was a click; and they heard the grunting of the machinery. There was a little bump and a jerk, the doors flew open of themselves; and there was the lift, empty, ready for them. They jumped into it; Guerchard's quick eye caught the button, and he pressed it.
"But Dieusy has been hunting the neighbourhood for some one who saw the burglars loading their conveyance, or saw it waiting to be loaded, for the last hour." "Good," said M. Formery. "We are getting on." M. Formery was silent. Guerchard and the Duke sat down and lighted cigarettes. "You found plenty of traces," said M. Formery, waving his hand towards the window.
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