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Updated: May 19, 2025
"You told me, Monsieur le Président, that the scoundrel's motor car had left Versailles and was going toward Nantes?" "Yes; and all our arrangements are made to arrest him either on the way, or else at Nantes or at Saint-Nazaire, where he may intend to take ship." Don Luis Perenna followed with his forefinger the road across France, stopping here and there, marking successive stages.
Mazeroux had followed him into the courtyard and was keeping close behind him, apparently unobserved by Perenna, who having so far appeared not to notice it. He now, however, took the sergeant by the arm and led him to the front steps. "All is going well. I was afraid that Florence, suspecting something, might not have come back. But she probably doesn't know that I saw her yesterday.
Suddenly he learnt that the two people before him, as well as Marie Fauville, for love of whom they had fought so unskilful a fight, were imprisoned in an iron circle which their efforts would not succeed in breaking. And that circle traced by an unknown hand he, Perenna, had drawn tighter around them with the most ruthless determination. "If only it is not too late!" he muttered.
Perenna thought for a moment and then said: "Tell him that you have not found me and that you are going to look for me in Mlle. Levasseur's rooms. Perhaps he will go with you. All the better if he does." And he locked the door again.
As Don Luis Perenna was fighting the good fight, we left Arsène Lupin in the background. Unfortunately " Valenglay paused again and declared: "Unfortunately, Monsieur le Préfet de Police last night received a denunciation, supported by detailed proofs, accusing you of being Arsène Lupin." "Impossible!" cried Don Luis. "That is a statement which no one is able to prove by material evidence.
Many subjects are taken from the life of tradesmen; there appear the here also inevitable "Fuller," then the "Ropemaker," the "Dyer," the "Salt-man," the "Female Weavers," the "Rascal"; other pieces give sketches of character, as the "Forgetful," the "Braggart," the "Man of 100,000 sesterces"; or pictures of other lands, the "Etruscan Woman," the "Gauls," the "Cretan," "Alexandria"; or descriptions of popular festivals, as the "Compitalia," the "Saturnalia," "Anna Perenna," the "Hot Baths"; or parodies of mythology, as the "Voyage to the Underworld," the "Arvernian Lake."
The Prefect of Police, greatly impressed by the first two miracles, had determined to see the next one for himself, and was present in person on the third night. He came accompanied by several inspectors, whom he left in the garden, in the passage, and in the attic on the upper story. He himself took up his post on the ground floor with Weber, Mazeroux, and Don Luis Perenna.
Perenna took the photograph which the Prefect handed him and gave a start that did not escape M. Desmalions's eye. "Do you know the lady?" "No. No, Monsieur le Préfet. I thought I did; but no, there's merely a resemblance a family likeness, which I will verify if you can leave the photograph with me till this evening." "Till this evening, yes.
That incident gave him an unshakable confidence in my little detective talents. He was always saying, 'Perenna, if I die murdered' he had a fixed notion in his head that he would meet with a violent death 'if I die murdered, swear that you will pursue the culprit," "His presentiment was not justified," said the Prefect of Police. "Cosmo Mornington was not murdered."
They went back to the bend in the passage. Near the pantry where the filter was, another passage ran, ending in a flight of three steps, with a door at the top of the steps. Perenna opened this door. It was the entrance to the rooms occupied by Mlle. Levasseur. They went into a sitting-room. Don Luis closed the entrance door and the door of the sitting-room.
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