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Updated: June 26, 2025
"I am sure of nothing with Daubrecq. * These are the only two main-line stations in Paris with the word de in their name. The others have du, as the Gare du Nord or the Gare du Luxembourg, d' as the Gare d'Orleans, or no participle at all, as the Gare Saint-Lazare or the Gare Montparnasse. It was past seven when Lupin and his companions left the Hotel Franklin.
As soon as they were in front of the Saint-Lazare Station, Maitre Lebrument said to his wife: "Dearie, let us first go over to the Boulevard and get something to eat; then we can quietly return and get our trunk and bring it to the hotel." She immediately assented. "Oh! yes. Let's eat at the restaurant. Is it far?" He answered: "Yes, it's quite a distance, but we will take the omnibus."
The car drew up at Saint-Lazare, the wretched, sordid old prison which is still waiting to be pulled down. The Prefect jumped out. The door was opened at once. "Is the prison governor there?" he asked. "Quick! send for him, it's urgent."
He had a sort of certitude of being taken to the Rue Saint-Lazare, and being brought to a halt at the little gate in the garden of the Hotel San-Real. When he passed, as on the first occasion, through this gate, and was put in a litter, carried, doubtless by the mulatto and the coachman, he understood, as he heard the gravel grate beneath their feet, why they took such minute precautions.
The blow, therefore, was almost unexpected; and Isidore, because he was powerless to act, felt the pain of the shock during the whole of the remainder of the day. One idea alone supported him: that of leaving Paris, going down there, seeing for himself what had happened and resuming the offensive. He telegraphed to Cherbourg. He was at Saint-Lazare a little before nine.
Out of the two hundred present, only one was not passed by the army surgeons, and even he was not definitely refused. The corps will proceed to-morrow to the Gare Saint-Lazare for entrainment. They will be sent, at first, to Rouen. M.F.A. Granger, a young Frenchman, arrived to-day in Paris from New York, where he left his wife and family.
It couldn't last; the twelfth day she took herself off, with no more luggage than her modest dress on her back and her cap perched over one ear. The Lorilleuxs, who had pursed their lips on hearing of her return and repentance, nearly died of laughter now. Second performance, eclipse number two, all aboard for the train for Saint-Lazare, the prison-hospital for streetwalkers!
He had a sort of certitude of being taken to the Rue Saint-Lazare, and being brought to a halt at the little gate in the garden of the Hotel San-Real. When he passed, as on the first occasion, through this gate, and was put in a litter, carried, doubtless by the mulatto and the coachman, he understood, as he heard the gravel grate beneath their feet, why they took such minute precautions.
Guilty or not, she inspired him with the same passion. "All right," said Mazeroux, "we'll say no more about it. The future will bear me out, you'll see." The days passed. Mazeroux called as often as possible, or else telephoned to Don Luis all the details of the two inquiries that were being pursued at Saint-Lazare and at the Santé Prison. Vain inquiries, as we know.
I am even convinced that it will be a great pleasure for her to see you thus, unexpectedly." "Really?" "Yes, really!" "Well, then! let us go along. I am delighted. You see, this misunderstanding was very unpleasant for me." They set out together toward the Saint-Lazare station, arm in arm. They made the trip in silence. Both seemed absorbed in deep meditation.
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