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Updated: September 26, 2025
There's a full sitting of the Institute to-day, and Massiban is to read a little paper, on I don't know what, at half-past three. Well, he'll read them his little paper. I'll dish them up a complete Massiban, more real than the real one, with my own ideas, on the lacustrine inscriptions. I don't have an opportunity of lecturing at the Institute ever day!
When Massiban passed, I had only to collect him give him a tiny prick with a needle and the thing was done. Sleep old chap, sleep away. We'll set you down on the slope. That's it there capital right in the sun, then you won't catch cold good! And our hat in our hand. Spare a copper, kind gentleman! Oh. my dear old Massiban, so you were after Arsene Lupin!"
Massiban, under the weight of the impact, fell back into one of the wicker chairs. In a few seconds, he rose, leaving Beautrelet stunned, choking; and, holding the young man's revolver in his hands: "Good! that's all right! don't stir you'll be like that for two or three minutes no more. But, upon my word, you took your time to recognize me! Was my make-up as old Massiban so good as all that?"
The programme appealed to Beautrelet, and especially the idea that he would reach the castle at almost the same time as Massiban, for he feared some blunder on the part of that inexperienced man. He went back to his friend and spent the rest of the day with him. In the evening, he took the Brittany express and got out at Velines as six o'clock in the morning.
He banged his fist down upon it, as though he were forbidding anybody to touch it and also a little as though he himself dared not take it up. "Well!" cried Massiban, greatly excited. "I have it here it is we're there at last!" "But the title are you sure? "Why, of course: look!" "Are you convinced? Have we mastered the secret at last?" "The front page what does the front page say?"
I'm sure that you haven't got over it, eh, and that you're asking yourself whether the so-called Massiban, member of the Academy of Inscriptions and Belles-Lettres, ever existed. But, of course, he exists. I'll even show him to you, if you're good. But, first, let me give you back your revolver. You're looking to see if it's loaded? Certainly, my lad.
There was a man inside and that man was Lupin, or rather Massiban. Suddenly understanding, he burst out laughing. Lupin said: "Don't be afraid, he's sound asleep. I promised that you should see him. Do you grasp the situation now? At midnight, I knew of your appointment at the castle. At seven in the morning, I was there.
This already was an important point. He stated it with precision in a note which he sent to the papers, asking for any information concerning this Larbeyrie or his descendants. It was M. Massiban, the Massiban of the pamphlet, the member of the Institute, who replied to him: *
You're a very likeable boy, you have a charming candor and simplicity but you have no sense of humor." He placed himself in front of him. "Look here, bet you I make you cry! Do you know how I was able to follow up all your inquiry, how I knew of the letter Massiban wrote you and his appointment to meet you this morning at the Chateau de Velines?
The first is so conceived to revenge myself on the King; I had warned him, for that matter Beautrelet stopped, nonplussed. "What? What is it?" said Massiban. "The words don't make sense." "No more they do," replied Massiban. "'The first is so conceived to revenge myself on the King What can that mean?" "Damn!" yelled Beautrelet. "Well?" "Torn! Two pages! The next two pages! Look at the marks!"
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