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Updated: June 27, 2025
"You'll find one ... you must ... I entreat you, hand them over somebody.... It would be more than I could bear if you were arrested. You, the chief, accused of murder! No, no.... I entreat you, discover the criminal and hand him over.... You have the whole day to do it in...and Lupin has done greater things than that!"
The Duke turned from the window, glanced at the wall opposite, then, as if something had caught his eye, went quickly to it. "Look here," he said, and he pointed to the middle of one of the empty spaces in which a picture had hung. There, written neatly in blue chalk, were the words: ARSENE LUPIN "This is a job for Guerchard," said the inspector.
"Need I say more, Monsieur le Président? Must I tell you what a chief like Arsène Lupin was able to attempt seconded by sixty fine fellows of that stamp and backed by an army of ten thousand well-armed and well-trained Moorish fanatics? He attempted it; and his success was unparalleled.
"I owe you my life, monsieur, and I shall not forget it. I do not wish to alarm my wife at this time of night, but, to-morrow, she will be pleased to thank you personally. Come and breakfast with us. My name is Ludovic Imbert. May I ask yours?" "Certainly, monsieur." And he handed Mon. Imbert a card bearing the name: "Arsene Lupin."
"This famous Lupin is immensely overrated." "However, he has done some things which aren't half bad," said the Duke, with his old charming smile. He had the air of a duelist drawing his blade lovingly through his fingers before he falls to. "Oh, has he?" said Guerchard scornfully. "Yes; one must be fair. Last night's burglary, for instance: it is not unheard of, but it wasn't half bad.
Having said which, Mr Pecksniff threw himself back in the easy-chair; so radiant with ingenuous honesty, that Mrs Lupin almost wondered not to see a stained-glass Glory, such as the Saint wore in the church, shining about his head. A long pause succeeded. The old man, with increased restlessness, changed his posture several times. Mrs Lupin and the young lady gazed in silence at the counterpane.
I repeat that conjecture plays a certain part in the explanation which I offer, even as it played a great part in my personal investigation. But, if one waited for proofs and facts to fight Lupin, one would run a great risk either of waiting forever or else of discovering proofs and facts carefully prepared by Lupin, which would lead in a direction immediately opposite to the object in view.
A patrol-path edged the cliff in front; and, at one of the ends of this patrol-path, there were the remains of a formidable donjon-keep razed almost level with the ground. Lupin returned to Clarisse Mergy in the evening. And from that time he went backward and forward between Amiens and Mortepierre, leaving the Growler and the Masher permanently on the watch. And six days passed.
"They tied us up, and gagged us the swine!" said Firmin. "And then they went off in the two cars," said Jean. "Went off in the two cars?" cried the millionaire, in blank stupefaction. The Duke burst into a shout of laughter. "Well, your dear friend Lupin doesn't do things by halves," he cried. "This is the funniest thing I ever heard of." "Funny!" howled the millionaire. "Funny!
Only, since Lupin is his bugbear, he's bound to find some means of muddling us up with that wretched animal. You're going to see Lupin mixed up with all this to a dead certainty, your Grace." The Duke looked at the signatures on the wall. "It seems to me that he is pretty well mixed up with it already," he said quietly.
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