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He closed the door, came back to Clarisse and said: "In any case, my intervention is limited to submitting your proposal." "Once you submit it, it will be accepted." A long silence followed. Clarisse's features expressed so profound a delight that Prasville was struck by it and looked at her with attentive curiosity. For what mysterious reason did Clarisse wish to save Gilbert and Vaucheray?
"But, in that case," muttered the prefect of police and, turning to Prasville, he continued "but, in that case, my dear Prasville, the fellow of whom you spoke to me, the fellow whom you and the chief-detective have had watched since yesterday evening, in his flat in the Place de Clichy, that fellow is not Arsene Lupin?" "Yes, he is, monsieur le prefet. There is no doubt about that either."
Vorenglade, who, tired of living in poverty, wants to extort money from Prasville, at the risk of being arrested, and who will be delighted to come to terms with me. And Prasville will get the sack. Oh, what a lark! I swear to you that he will get the sack, the villain! By Jove, but he's annoyed me long enough! Prasville, old boy, you've deserved it..."
Mistress in my turn of the talisman, keeping it to myself, without telling Prasville, I had absolute power over Daubrecq. I could make him do all that I wanted; he would become the slave of my will and, instructed by me, would take every step in Gilbert's favour and obtain that he should be given the means of escape or else that he should not be sentenced. It meant my boy's safety." "Well?"
Men flung themselves about on every side. Messages, telegrams, telephone calls followed one upon the other. At last, at eleven o'clock in the morning, there was a meeting in the office of the prefect of police, and Prasville was there.
"I give you my word of honour," said Prasville, formally. Clarisse underwent a momentary agitation that made her turn paler still. Then, mastering herself, with her eyes fixed on Prasville's eyes, she said: "You shall have the list of the Twenty-seven in exchange for the pardon of Gilbert and Vaucheray." "Eh? What?"
"Nobody knows... four men... there were pistols fired... The police are on the spot. Prasville is directing the investigations." Lupin did not move a limb. He looked at Clarisse Mergy, who lay huddled in a chair. He himself had to bow his head. Daubrecq carried off meant one more chance of success lost...
She drew herself up and, panting with indignation, said: "I forbid you... I forbid you to speak to me like that. I will not accept such an outrage. You wretch!..." He shrugged his shoulders and resumed: "Pah, I see you're not quite alive to the position. That comes, of course, because you still hope for assistance in some quarter. Prasville, perhaps?
"I cast about for another method." "What method?" "Why, surely, monsieur le secretaire-general, you know as well as I do!" "How do you mean?" "Why, weren't you at the execution?" "I was." "In that case, you saw both Vaucheray and the executioner hit, one mortally, the other with a slight wound. And you can't fail to see..." "Oh," exclaimed Prasville, dumbfounded, "you confess it?
It is ten to one that this descendant, who was the leader of the Bonapartist party a few years ago, was the fifth person hiding in the motor-car. Need I state his name?" "The Marquis d'Albufex?" said Prasville. "The Marquis d'Albufex," said M. Nicole.
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