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He was prevented by some inexplicable sentiment. But Ganimard's appeal for assistance shook him. His hand closed on the butt of his revolver: "If I take part in it," he thought, "Lupin is lost. And I have the right it's my duty." Their eyes met.
"The proof of confidence which you have shown me in delivering yourself unconditionally into my hands it would have been so easy for me to bring a few of Ganimard's friends with me that proof of confidence wipes out everything." Was he speaking seriously? I confess frankly that I was greatly perplexed.
From time to time, he leaned over the tunnel and cast a fearful eye into its depths. He heard the clock strike eleven, twelve, one. Suddenly, he seized Ganimard's arm. The latter leaped up, awakened from his sleep. "Do you hear?" asked the baron, in a whisper. "Yes." "What is it?" "I was snoring, I suppose." "No, no, listen." "Ah! yes, it is the horn of an automobile." "Well?"
This time, he had not the strength to return to his post; and he went back to bed. When he woke and had finished dressing, the hotel waiter brought him a letter. He opened it. It contained Ganimard's card. "At last!" cried Beautrelet, who, after so hard a campaign, was really feeling the need of a comrade-in-arms. He ran downstairs with outstretched hands.
The baron returned to the castle, reassured to some extent by Ganimard's indifference. He examined the bolts, watched the servants, and, during the next forty-eight hours, he became almost persuaded that his fears were groundless. Certainly, as Ganimard had said, thieves do not warn people they are about to rob. The fateful day was close at hand.
If anyone had scrutinized my face, not imbued with the idea that I was not Arsene Lupin, as you and the others did at my trial, but with the idea that I might be Arsene Lupin; then, despite all my precautions, I should have been recognized. But I had no fear. Logically, psychologically, no once could entertain the idea that I was Arsene Lupin." He grasped Ganimard's hand.
Then she walked down the gangway, and was quickly lost to sight in the crowd. She had passed out of my life forever. For a moment, I stood motionless. Then, to Ganimard's great astonishment, I muttered: "What a pity that I am not an honest man!" Such was the story of his arrest as narrated to me by Arsene Lupin himself.
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