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Two days passed; on the third day, he was filled with hope and joy as he read the following item in the `Reveil de Caudebec', a newspaper published in a neighboring town: "We have the pleasure of entertaining in our city, at the present time, the veteran detective Mon. Ganimard who acquired a world- wide reputation by his clever capture of Arsene Lupin.
Lupin became another man, and was let go from the very dock." "Really? It sounds absolutely amazing," said the Duke. "And then, in the affair of the Blue Diamond, Ganimard caught him again. He has his weakness, Lupin it's women. It's a very common weakness in these masters of crime.
I feel exactly as I imagine the man who lost his shadow must have felt, and I shall be glad to be Arsene Lupin once more." He walked to and fro for a few minutes, then, stopping in front of Ganimard, he said: "You have nothing more to say, I suppose?" "Yes. I should like to know if you intend to reveal the true state of facts connected with your escape. The mistake that I made "
They walked for a few seconds and, suddenly, a staircase appeared. Beautrelet counted forty-five brick steps, which the slow action of many footsteps had worn away in the middle. "Blow!" said Ganimard, holding his head and stopping suddenly, as though he had knocked against something. "What is it?" "A door." "Bother!" muttered Beautrelet, looking at it. "And not an easy one to break down either.
And, as Ganimard was preparing to go, with an affectation of contempt for that sort of practice, the magistrate cried, "Not at all, M. Inspector, your place is here I assure you that M. Isidore Beautrelet is worth listening to.
Upon two chairs, with drooping heads and pendent arms, the detective's two assistants were asleep. "Tonnerre de nom d'un chien!" exclaimed Ganimard. At the same moment, the baron cried out: "The pictures! The credence!" He stammered, choked, with arms outstretched toward the empty places, toward the denuded walls where naught remained but the useless nails and cords. The Watteau, disappeared!
And Ganimard also swears that when he arrested Lupin on board the Provence some woman, some ordinary, honest woman among the passengers, carried away Lady Garland's jewels, which he had stolen and was bringing to America, and along with them a matter of eight hundred pounds which he had stolen from a fellow-passenger on the voyage."
I have plenty of time Beautrelet, I must say good-bye. And thank you! For really you could have complicated the attack but you're so tactful!" While speaking, he moved toward a large triptych by Van der Weyden, representing the Wise Men of the East. He shut the right-hand panel and, in so doing, exposed a little door concealed behind it and seized the handle. "Good luck to your hunting, Ganimard!
The Marquis de Raverdan, Major Rawson, the Italian Rivolta, and many others had already left the vessel before Rozaine appeared. Poor Rozaine! "Perhaps it is he, after all," said Miss Nelly to me. "What do you think?" "I think it would be very interesting to have Ganimard and Rozaine in the same picture. You take the camera. I am loaded down."
It was a telegram, or rather a portion of a telegram from which the post-marks had been removed. It read as follows: "Contract closed. Hundred thousand balls delivered. All well." "One hundred thousand balls?" said Ganimard. "Yes, one hundred thousand francs. Very little, but then, you know, these are hard times....And I have some heavy bills to meet.
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