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Updated: June 21, 2025
She was silent, as though disarmed by the gentleness of his voice; and he whispered more words which Don Luis could not hear and which seemed to convince her. Perenna had not moved. He stood opposite them with his arm outstretched and his finger on the trigger, aiming at the enemy. When Sauverand addressed Florence by her Christian name, he started from head to foot and his finger trembled.
The bank ran along the top of the wall, which at this spot was quite sixteen fee thigh. Gaston Sauverand and Florence had, beyond a doubt, escaped this way.
You should never betray your duty, Sergeant. Ask your own conscience: I am sure that it will judge you according to your deserts." Don Luis had spoken the truth. Recognizing how greatly the deaths of Marie Fauville and Sauverand had altered the situation, he considered it wise to move to a place of safety.
They were reconciled this morning, and Arsène Lupin suggested a safe hiding-place to Sauverand. It is easy to prove their meeting and their complicity. Sauverand handed Lupin the half of the walking-stick which he had carried away unawares. You will find it under the cushions of a sofa standing between the two windows of Perenna's study. Don Luis shrugged his shoulders.
Monsieur le Préfet, I entreat you to have the same confidence in me as before. Have not all my promises been fulfilled? Have confidence, Monsieur le Préfet; cast aside your doubts. Remember how Marie Fauville and Gaston Sauverand were overwhelmed with charges, the most serious charges, and how they succumbed in spite of their innocence.
If you obey me implicitly, you will have nothing to fear." She did not reply and he saw that she still mistrusted him. And he almost rejoiced at the thought that he would compel her to believe in him. "Listen to me," he said to Sauverand. "In case I should not succeed after all, there are still several things which you must explain."
"I saw the two of you yesterday in the train that brought you back from Alençon " Gaston Sauverand looked at Florence. She sat silent, with her hands to her face and her elbows on her knees. Without replying to Don Luis's exclamation, he went on: "Marie also loved me. She admitted it, but made me swear that I would never try to obtain from her more than the purest friendship would allow.
A part of the night was spent in this way and nothing happened to reward the patience of the crowd, who began to wonder, somewhat wearily, if they would not do better to go home, seeing that Sauverand was in prison and that there was every chance that the fourth letter would not appear in the same mysterious way as the others. And yet they did not go: Don Luis Perenna was due to come!
During the last three days, since the double suicide, or, rather, the double murder of Marie Fauville and her cousin Gaston Sauverand, there hasn't been a newspaper but has said this kind of thing: 'And, now that M. Fauville, his son, his wife, and his cousin Gaston Sauverand are dead, there's nothing standing between Don Luis Perenna and the Mornington inheritance!
"What?... What?... What do you say? Marie!... No, you don't mean it! It's not true!" M. Desmalions considered it useless to reply, so absurd and childish was this affectation of knowing nothing about the tragedy on the Boulevard Suchet. Gaston Sauverand, beside himself, with his eyes starting from his head, muttered: "Is it true? Is Marie the victim of the same mistake as myself?
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