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Updated: May 13, 2025
As things now stand, with Florence Levasseur's life in the balance, if he has not smashed the villain whom he is hunting down, if he does not bring him back bound hand and foot, it will mean that Florence Levasseur is dead and that he, Arsène Lupin, is dead." "Whereas Lupin is immortal," said Valenglay, laughing. "You're right. Besides, I agree with you entirely.
"But do you possess all the proofs?" asked Valenglay eagerly. "Here they are," said Perenna, producing the pocket-book which he had taken out of the cripple's jacket. "Here are letters and documents which the villain preserved, owing to a mental aberration common to all great criminals. Here, by good luck, is his correspondence with Hippolyte Fauville.
Florence Levasseur is in danger. I alone can rescue her from the monster who is carrying her away. It will take me twenty-four hours. In return for twenty-four hours' liberty I will give you the Mauretanian Empire. Do you accept, Monsieur le Président du Conseil?" "Well, certainly, I accept," said Valenglay, laughing. "What do you say, my dear Desmalions?
On the other hand, and in spite of what you say, Florence Levasseur's conduct, her claims as the heiress, her unexpected escape from the hospital, leave little doubt in our minds as to the part which she is playing." Don Luis pointed to the clock: "Monsieur le Ministre, it is getting late." Valenglay burst out laughing. "I never met any one like you!
And everything shows that the police accepted and legalized the theory of his death only because they wished to be rid of their everlasting adversary. "As a proof, we have the confidences made by Valenglay, who was Prime Minister at the time and whom the chances of politics have just replaced at the head of the government.
Fauville's innocence became known, the problem had remained unsolved, while no one seemed capable of conceiving the one paltry idea: that it was possible to obtain the print of a tooth in another way than by a live bite of that same tooth! "It's like the egg of Columbus," said Valenglay, laughing. "It had to be thought of." "You are right, Monsieur le Président. People don't think of those things.
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.
That same evening he carried her away by motor, on the pretence of giving her proofs of his innocence. That is all, Monsieur le Président." Valenglay had listened with growing interest to this gruesome story of the most malevolent genius conceivable to the mind of man.
"Yes, the motor stopped at Versailles. The persons inside it hired another cab which is to take them to Nantes. What else do you ask for, besides that answer?" "My liberty, Monsieur le Président." "At once, of course?" said Valenglay, beginning to laugh. "In thirty or thirty-five minutes at most." "At half-past seven, eh?" "Half-past seven at latest, Monsieur le Président."
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