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But Arsene Lupin had disappeared. As soon as Mon. Devanne was informed of the pillage of his castle, he said to himself: It was Velmont who did it, and Velmont is Arsene Lupin. That theory explained everything, and there was no other plausible explanation. And yet the idea seemed preposterous.
"And remember, Velmont, you have no time to lose; in fact, to-night is the last chance you will have." "How so?" asked the painter, who appeared to regard the affair as a joke. Devanne was about to reply, when his mother mentioned to him to keep silent, but the excitement of the occasion and a desire to interest his guests urged him to speak. "Bah!" he murmured. "I can tell it now.
"Of course; without losing a minute," said Devanne, smiling. "Not even a second!" replied Velmont. "To-night, before the arrival of Sherlock Holmes, I must plunder your castle." "You have no time to lose. Oh! by the way, I can drive you over this evening." "To Dieppe?" "Yes.
Or, perhaps, some American millionaire is destined to become the owner of this morsel of exquisite beauty that once adorned the fair bosom of Leontine Zalti, the Countess d'Andillot." "It is really remarkable, Velmont, what a close resemblance you bear to Arsene Lupin!" "How do you know?"
I am going to meet Monsieur and Madame d'Androl and a young lady of their acquaintance who are to arrive by the midnight train." Then addressing the officers, Devanne added: "Gentlemen, I shall expect to see all of you at breakfast to- morrow." The invitation was accepted. The company dispersed, and a few moments later Devanne and Velmont were speeding toward Dieppe in an automobile.
Devanne welcomed them with his usual gayety; for, no matter how much chagrin he might suffer from the loss of his artistic treasures, his great wealth enabled him to bear his loss philosophically. His guests, Monsieur and Madame d'Androl and Miss Nelly, were introduced; and it was then noticed that one of the expected guests had not arrived. It was Horace Velmont. Would he come?
She took his proffered arm. He escorted her to her place, and took his seat opposite her. During the breakfast, the conversation related exclusively to Arsene Lupin, the stolen goods, the secret passage, and Sherlock Holmes. It was only at the close of the repast, when the conversation had drifted to other subjects, that Velmont took any part in it.
Then he examined the two volumes of the "Chronique," compared the plans of the subterranean passage, requested a repetition of the sentences discovered by Father Gelis, and then asked: "Was yesterday the first time you have spoken hose two sentences to any one?" "Yes." "You had never communicated then to Horace Velmont?" "No." "Well, order the automobile. I must leave in an hour." "In an hour?"
After a brief silence, Velmont laughed and said: "Certainly, it doesn't throw a dazzling light upon the subject." "No; but Father Gelis claims that Sully concealed the key to the mystery in this strange sentence in order to keep the secret from the secretaries to whom he dictated his memoirs." "That is an ingenious theory," said Velmont.
Velmont arose, placed his hand on Devanne's shoulder, and declared: "I think that the information furnished by your book and the book of the National Library was deficient in a very important detail which you have now supplied. I thank you for it." "What is it?" "The missing key. Now that I have it, I can go to work at once," said Velmont.
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