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If I do not manage to hand over the murderer or murderers of Hippolyte Fauville and his son to the police in a few hours from now, it is I, Don Luis Perenna, who will be lodged in durance vile on the evening of this Thursday, the first of April."
Perenna speaking." "Yes, what is it?" "Have you read the article in the Echo de France?" "Yes." "Would it bore you very much to call on that gentleman and ask for satisfaction in my name?" "Oh! A duel!" "It's got to be, Major. All these sportsmen are wearying me with their lucubrations. They must be gagged. This fellow will pay for the rest." "Well, of course, if you're bent on it "
"Are you sure?" "Here is his card, sir." Perenna took the card from the tray and read M. Desmalions's name. He went to the window, opened it and, with the aid of the overhead mirror, looked into the Place du Palais-Bourbon. Half a dozen men were walking about. He recognized them.
What is it, Chief?" "You're not dead?" "What's that? Dead? No, Chief; why should I be?" "Quite sure?" "Well, that's a good 'un! Why not you?" "Oh, it'll be my turn soon! Considering the intelligence of those scoundrels, there's no reason why they should go on missing me." They waited an hour longer. Then Perenna opened a window and threw back the shutter.
"Well, the doctor just wrote a certificate as any doctor will when there is no sort of clue to arouse his suspicions." "So your opinion is " "Maître Lepertuis," asked Perenna, turning to the solicitor, "did you notice nothing unusual when you were summoned to Mr. Mornington's death-bed?" "No, nothing. Mr. Mornington was in a state of coma."
And in the margin was this note, in the colonel's hand: "The colonel commanding doubles Private Perenna's award, but mentions his name in orders and congratulates and thanks him." After the fight of Ber-Réchid, Lieutenant Fardet's detachment being obliged to retreat before a band of four hundred Moors, Private Perenna asked leave to cover the retreat by installing himself in a kasbah.
Here is your correspondence with him and here are all the papers establishing the truth of his allegations. Any one will be convinced, on examining them, first, that you are not Don Luis Perenna, and, secondly, that you are Arsène Lupin." Don Luis made an angry gesture. "That blackguard of a Caceres is a mere tool," he snarled.
"You saw Cosmo Mornington in the morning?" "Yes, on a Friday morning." "What did you do with the will until the evening, until you locked it away up your safe?" "I probably put it in the drawer of my desk." "And the drawer was not forced?" Maître Lepertuis seemed taken aback and made no reply. "Well?" asked Perenna. "Well, yes, I remember ... there was something that day ... that same Friday."
"The minister entrusted this mission to me," said Señor Caceres, the Peruvian attaché. "It offered no difficulties. Don Luis Perenna comes of an old Spanish family which emigrated thirty years ago, but which retained its estates and property in Europe. I knew Don Luis's father in America; and he used to speak of his only son with the greatest affection.
Valenglay said to Perenna: "Monsieur, you have done wonders in this business and ended by keeping your word and handing over the criminal. I also will keep my word. You are free." "I thank you, Monsieur le Président. But what about Sergeant Mazeroux?" "He will be released this morning. Monsieur le Préfet de Police has arranged matters so that the public do not know of the arrest of either of you.
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