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That night, Ganimard openly sent the squad of gendarmes to the farm and posted himself and Folenfant outside the walls, near the little door. A little before midnight, a person passed out of the wood, slipped between them, went through the door and entered the park.
"Oh, do not laugh," she said. Suddenly I started, and, in answer to her question, I said: "Do you see that little old man standing at the bottom of the gangway?" "With an umbrella and an olive-green coat?" "It is Ganimard." "Ganimard?" "Yes, the celebrated detective who has sworn to capture Arsene Lupin. Ah! I can understand now why we did not receive any news from this side of the Atlantic.
I can tell you something that will astonish you: the Cahorn affair is on the point of being settled." "Excuse me; I have just seen the Chief of the Surete." "What of that? Does Mon. Dudouis know my business better than I do myself? You will learn that Ganimard excuse me that the pseudo-Ganimard still remains on very good terms with the baron.
After a month of patient investigation, the problem remained unsolved. The poor devil of a Baudru could not be kept in prison indefinitely, and to place him on trial would be ridiculous. There was no charge against him. Consequently, he was released; but the chief of the Surete resolved to keep him under surveillance. This idea originated with Ganimard.
She scrutinized them one by one, fearful that Arsene Lupin was not amongst them. "We cannot wait much longer," I said to her. She started toward the gangway. I followed. But we had not taken ten steps when Ganimard barred our passage. "Well, what is it?" I exclaimed. "One moment, monsieur. What's your hurry?" "I am escorting mademoiselle." "One moment," he repeated, in a tone of authority.
Think of what we're missing, Beautrelet, by not being present at the meeting of Duguay-Trouin and Ganimard! The juncture of the land and naval forces! Hi, Charolais, don't go to sleep, my man!" They were moving very fast, for all that. The rocks had been succeeded by sand-fields and then, almost at once, they saw more rocks, which marked the eastern extremity of Etretat, the Porte d'Amont.
Here and there, a ray of light trickled through a fissure; and Beautrelet carried away the vision of the fishing-smacks hovering a few dozen fathoms off, and of the black torpedo-boat. They went down and down, Isidore in silence, Lupin still bubbling over with merriment: "I should like to know what Ganimard is doing?
"You remember Victoire, Lupin's old foster-mother, the one whom my good friend Ganimard allowed to escape in a sham prison-van?" "Yes." "I have found Victoire's traces. She lives on a farm, not far from National Road No. 25. National Road No. 25 is the road from the Havre to Lille. Through Victoire I shall easily get at Lupin." "It will take long." "No matter! I have dropped all my cases.
At that moment, he felt himself so far from Ganimard that a certain anguish began to take hold of him and he had to master his nerves lest he should take to his heels. No danger threatened him, however, and the silence around him was even so great that he asked himself whether the whole Needle had not been abandoned by Lupin and his confederates.
I am bound, however, to say in his favor that he was taken unawares by the really unexpected rapidity of your investigation. If you had only left us a few hours longer, you would have escaped that unpardonable attempt." "And I should doubtless have enjoyed the enormous advantage of undergoing the same fate as M. Ganimard and Mr. Holmlock Shears?" "Exactly," said Lupin, laughing heartily.
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