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"Yes, but since I have seen him at work." "And what do you think about it now?" she asked. "Well, in my opinion, we are wasting our time." And, as a matter of fact, the investigation had produced no result. But, in the meantime, the captain's watch had been stolen. He was furious. He quickened his efforts and watched Rozaine more closely than before.
And then, apart from all other circumstances, there remained one point which even the most skeptical could not answer: Who except Rozaine, was traveling alone, was a blonde, and bore a name beginning with R? To whom did the telegram point, if it were not Rozaine? And when Rozaine, a few minutes before breakfast, came boldly toward our group, Miss Nelly and Lady Jerland arose and walked away.
But, apart from the fact that he could not have bound himself in that manner, it was established that the writing on the card was entirely different from that of Rozaine, but, on the contrary, resembled the handwriting of Arsene Lupin as it was reproduced in an old newspaper found on board. Thus it appeared that Rozaine was not Arsene Lupin; but was Rozaine, the son of a Bordeaux merchant.
But, next day, to our general amazement, Rozaine was at liberty. We learned that the evidence against him was not sufficient. He had produced documents that were perfectly regular, which showed that he was the son of a wealthy merchant of Bordeaux. Besides, his arms did not bear the slightest trace of a wound. "Documents!
The Marquis de Raverdan, Major Rawson, the Italian Rivolta, and many others had already left the vessel before Rozaine appeared. Poor Rozaine! "Perhaps it is he, after all," said Miss Nelly to me. "What do you think?" "I think it would be very interesting to have Ganimard and Rozaine in the same picture. You take the camera. I am loaded down."
An hour later, a manuscript circular was passed from hand to hand amongst the sailors, the stewards, and the passengers of all classes. It announced that Mon. Louis Rozaine offered a reward of ten thousand francs for the discovery of Arsene Lupin or other person in possession of the stolen jewels. "And if no one assists me, I will unmask the scoundrel myself," declared Rozaine.
But Miss Nelly turned to the taciturn young man, whose attentions to her had annoyed me, and said: "Well, Monsieur Rozaine, why do you not answer?" All eyes were now turned upon him. He was a blonde. I must confess that I myself felt a shock of surprise, and the profound silence that followed her question indicated that the others present also viewed the situation with a feeling of sudden alarm.
"Here!" exclaimed an Italian, whose face was concealed beneath a heavy black beard. Miss Nelly burst into laughter, and exclaimed: "That gentleman can scarcely be called a blonde." "Very well, then," I said, "we are forced to the conclusion that the guilty party is the last one on the list." "What is his name?" "Mon. Rozaine. Does anyone know him?" No one answered.
Of course, all the passengers instantly reached the same conclusion; it was the work of Arsene Lupin. That day, at the dinner table, the seats to the right and left of Rozaine remained vacant; and, during the evening, it was rumored that the captain had placed him under arrest, which information produced a feeling of safety and relief. We breathed once more.
Certainly, he was an artist in his particular line of work, and whenever I saw Rozaine, gloomy and reserved, and thought of the double role that he was playing, I accorded him a certain measure of admiration. On the following evening, the officer on deck duty heard groans emanating from the darkest corner of the ship.
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