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Or, if you absolutely insist on doing it, have the kindness first to consult the twenty-seven names on the list of which you have just robbed me and reflect, for a moment, on the name of the third person on it." "Oh? And what is the name of that third person?" "It is the name of a friend of yours." "What friend?" "Stanislas Vorenglade, the ex-deputy."
Well, my boy, if I do come to grief, there's always one who will fall with me and that is Master Prasville, the partner of Stanislas Vorenglade, who is going to hand me every proof in existence against him, so that I may get him sent to gaol without delay. Aha, I've got you fixed, old chap!
Vorenglade, who, tired of living in poverty, wants to extort money from Prasville, at the risk of being arrested, and who will be delighted to come to terms with me. And Prasville will get the sack. Oh, what a lark! I swear to you that he will get the sack, the villain! By Jove, but he's annoyed me long enough! Prasville, old boy, you've deserved it..."
"To this gentleman," said Vorenglade, pointing to his travelling-companion, "to this gentleman, who thought that the business was worth going out of his way for and who came to Amiens to meet me." The old gentleman, a very old man wrapped in furs and leaning on his stick, took off his hat and bowed. "It's Lupin," thought Prasville, "it's Lupin, beyond a doubt."
"And then?" said Prasville, who seemed to be losing some of his self-confidence. "Then? Ask yourself if an inquiry, however summary, would not end by discovering, behind that Stanislas Vorenglade, the name of one who shared certain little profits with him." "And whose name is?" "Louis Prasville." M. Nicole banged the table with his fist. "Enough of this humbug, monsieur!
He arrived at the Gare du Nord at five o'clock and posted all around, in the waiting-rooms and in the railway-offices, the three or four dozen detectives whom he had brought with him. This made him feel easy. If M. Nicole tried to speak to Vorenglade, they would arrest Lupin.
I knew nothing of all that until this morning, when, lo and behold, I received a letter informing me of the existence of a bundle of documents which prove the complicity of our one and only Prasville! And who is my informant? Vorenglade himself!
The ex-deputy alighted and then held out his hand to assist an old gentleman who was travelling with him. Prasville ran up to him and said, eagerly: "Vorenglade... I want to speak to you..." At the same moment, Daubrecq, who had managed to pass the barrier, appeared and exclaimed: "M. Vorenglade, I have had your letter. I am at your disposal."
There was a set of names written one below the other, twenty-seven of them, the twenty-seven names of the famous list: Langeroux, Dechaumont, Vorenglade, d'Albufex, Victorien Mergy and the rest. And, at the foot, the signature of the chairman of the Two-Seas Canal Company, the signature written in letters of blood. Lupin looked at his watch: "A quarter to one," he said.
Daubrecq it was; and the sight of his enemy exasperated the secretary-general to such a pitch that he was on the verge of having him arrested. But he reflected that he had no excuse, no right, no warrant for the arrest. Besides, Daubrecq's presence proved, with still greater force, that everything now depended on Stanislas Vorenglade. Vorenglade possessed the letters: who would end by having them?
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