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Updated: June 28, 2025
In accordance with orders, the stationmaster had issued instructions that no one was to be admitted to the platform. Prasville, therefore, walked on alone, in front of a number of his men, with Chief-inspector Blanchon at their head. The train drew up. Prasville almost at once saw Stanislas Vorenglade at the window of a first-class compartment, in the middle of the train.
He put his hand on Prasville's shoulder and, speaking with great deliberation, said: "If, within an hour from now, you are not back from the Elysee, bringing with you a line to say that the decree of pardon has been signed; if, within one hour and ten minutes, I, Arsene Lupin, do not walk out of this building safe and sound and absolutely free, this evening four Paris newspapers will receive four letters selected from the correspondence exchanged between Stanislas Vorenglade and yourself, the correspondence which Stanislas Vorenglade sold me this morning.
And Lupin set forth his plans, perhaps more to reassure himself than to convince Clarisse. "No, no, the game is not lost yet. There is one trump left, a huge trump, in the shape of the letters and documents which Vorenglade, the ex-deputy, is offering to sell to Daubrecq and of which Daubrecq spoke to you yesterday at Nice.
With those letters, you'll go as I please, hang it all, and there will be fine days yet for Daubrecq the deputy! What! You're laughing, are you? Perhaps those letters don't exist?" Prasville shrugged his shoulders: "Yes, they exist. But Vorenglade no longer has them in his possession." "Since when?" "Since this morning.
"Forty thousand francs?" "The sum for which Stanislas Vorenglade sold me the letters. It is only fair..." "And next?" "Secondly, your resignation, within six months, of your present position." "My resignation? But why?"
Not directly: that is to say, his name is not on the list of the Twenty-seven; but it is there under the name of one of his friends, an ex-deputy called Vorenglade, Stanislas Vorenglade, his man of straw, apparently: a penniless individual whom I left alone and rightly.
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