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"M. Isidore Beautrelet!" exclaimed M. Filleul with an air of rapture, holding out both his hands to the newcomer. "What a delightful surprise! Our excellent amateur detective here! And at our disposal too! Why, it's a windfall! M. Chief-inspector, allow me to introduce to you M. Isidore Beautrelet, a sixth-form pupil at the Lycee Janson-de-Sailly." Ganimard seemed a little nonplussed.
And life began again, calmer, this time, and free from incident. What could happen, for that matter. Was the war not over? Lupin, on his side, must have felt this very clearly, must have felt that there was nothing left for him but to resign himself to the accomplished fact; for, one fine day, his two other victims, Ganimard and Holmlock Shears, made their reappearance.
"Arsene Lupin, I will expect you." They shook hands like two old friends who valued each other at their true worth; then the detective stepped to the door. "Ganimard!" "What is it?" asked Ganimard, as he turned back. "You have forgotten your watch." "My watch?" "Yes, it strayed into my pocket." He returned the watch, excusing himself. "Pardon me....a bad habit.
A wearisome obscurity enveloped the proceedings, until Detective Ganimard was called as a witness; then interest was revived. From the beginning the actions of the veteran detective appeared strange and unaccountable. He was nervous and ill at ease. Several times he looked at the prisoner, with obvious doubt and anxiety.
After the lapse of another half-hour, Ganimard became impatient and resolved to speak to the man. He approached and took a seat beside Baudru, lighted a cigarette, traced some figures in the sand with the end of his cane, and said: "It's a pleasant day." No response. But, suddenly the man burst into laughter, a happy, mirthful laugh, spontaneous and irresistible.
But, just as he was leaving, Ganimard passed the postman, who was bringing a letter for M. de Vaudreix. That afternoon, the public prosecutor was informed of the case and ordered the letter to be given up. It bore an American postmark and contained the following lines, in English: * DEAR SIR: I write to confirm the answer which I gave your representative.
If you had not spoken, I would have arranged for some one else to do it. I couldn't allow poor Baudru Desire to be convicted." "Then," murmured Ganimard, "it was you that was there? And now you are here?" "It is I, always I, only I." "Can it be possible?" "Oh, it is not the work of a sorcerer.
Last night, eleven of his men left it. He may be one of the eleven." Ganimard reflected: "You are right. The great thing is the Hollow Needle. For the rest, let us hope that chance will favor us. And now, let us talk."
By Jove, what an eye! What intuition! If this goes on, there will be nothing left for M. Ganimard and me to do." "Oh, none of this part was so very complicated!" "You mean to say that the rest was more so I remember, in fact, that, when we first met you seemed to know all about it. Let me see, a far as I recollect, you said that you knew the name of the murderer." "So I do."
Sometimes I think he put himself in my way and simply allowed me to arrest him in America." "Then, I must renounce my pictures! He has taken the gems of my collection. I would give a fortune to recover them. If there is no other way, let him name his own price." Ganimard regarded the baron attentively, as he said: "Now, that is sensible. Will you stick to it?" "Yes, yes. But why?"
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