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Its driver obtained leave to stable it at the end of the village, in an old deserted cart-shed. In addition to the driver, who was none other than Valmeras, there were three young men, who occupied themselves in the manufacture of wicker-work chairs: Beautrelet and two of his Janson friends.
In fact, he looks a little like an English parson." "It's he," murmured Beautrelet, "it's he, as I have seen him: it's his exact description." "What! Do you think ?" "I think, I am sure that your tenant is none other than Arsene Lupin." The story amused Louis Valmeras. He knew all the adventures of Arsene Lupin and the varying fortunes of his struggle with Beautrelet.
In the intimacy created between them by the new conditions under which they lived, the two young people fell in love with each other. Valmeras loved Raymonde's melancholy charm; and she, wounded by life, greedy for protection, yielded before the strength and energy of the man who had contributed so gallantly to her preservation. The wedding day was awaited with a certain amount of anxiety.
Valmeras, the plucky friend who had made Raymonde's escape possible by felling one of Lupin's accomplices, or pretending to fell him, in the dusk of the great hall! And Valmeras was Lupin! "You you So it's you!" he stammered. "Why not?" exclaimed Lupin. "Did you think that you knew me for good and all because you had seen me in the guise of a clergyman or under the features of M. Massiban?
Old Beautrelet undertook to tell the girl. Ten minutes later, he left the room with her and said to his son: "You were right Mlle. de Saint-Veran ;" They all four went down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Valmeras stopped and bent over the man. Then, leading them to the terrace-room: "He is not dead," he said. "He will live." "Ah!" said Beautrelet, with a sigh of relief.
Would Lupin not try to resume the offensive? Would he accept with a good grace the irretrievable loss of the woman he loved? Twice or three times, suspicious-looking people were seen prowling round the villa; and Valmeras even had to defend himself one evening against a so-called drunken man, who fired a pistol at him and sent a bullet through his hat.
Great drops of perspiration fell from his forehead on his trembling hands. His anguish was such that he was on the point of getting up and running away But, remembering that Valmeras was there, he sought him with his eyes and was astounded to see him, or rather to imagine him, creeping in the dark, under cover of the statues and plants.
The marketing is done by an old cook, who talks to nobody. They are queer people " "Do you think your client would consent to sell his castle?" "I don't think so. It's an historic castle, built in the purest Louis XIII. style. My client was very fond of it; and, unless he has changed his mind " "Can you give me his name and address?" "Louis Valmeras, 34, Rue du Mont-Thabor."
Then Beautrelet crept through the heather, scratched his hands at the bramble-hedge and, half raising himself, slowly, with restrained movements, put the key into the lock. He turned it gently. Would the door open without an effort? Was there no bolt closing it on the other side? He pushed: the door opened, without a creak or jolt. He was in the park. "Are you there, Beautrelet?" asked Valmeras.
"I will ask you to act with the most extreme prudence and not to inform the police until you are quite sure. Can you picture the situation, supposing my tenant were not Arsene Lupin?" Beautrelet set forth his plan. He would go alone at night; he would climb the walls; he would sleep in the park Louis Valmeras stopped him at once: "You will not climb walls of that height so easily.
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