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O PEP ^D i I? 

The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin 





Translated from the French 


Copyright, 1910, 




I. Lottery Ticket Xo. 514 5 

II. The Blue Diamond 50 

III. Herlock Sholmes Opens Hostilities 92 

IV. Light in the Darkness 133 

V. An Abduction 170 

VI. Second Arrest of Arsene Lupin 212 

VII. The Jewish Lamp 253 

VIII. The Shipwreck 300 

STi^O^ ^-i ** 

IVi * /<J3- r Xrf 


Versus Herlock Sholmes 



N" the eighth day of last December, 
Mon. Gerbois, professor of mathe 
matics at the College of Versailles, 
while rummaging in an old curiosity-shop, un 
earthed a small mahogany writing-desk which 
pleased him very much on account of the mul 
tiplicity of its drawers. 

4 * Just the thing for Suzanne s birthday 
present," thought he. And as he always tried 
to furnish some simple pleasures for his 
daughter, consistent with his modest income, 
he enquired the price, and, after some keen 
bargaining, purchased it for sixty-five francs. 
As he was giving his address to the shop 
keeper, a young man, dressed with elegance 
and taste, who had been exploring the stock 



of antiques, caught Fight of the writing-desk, 
and immediately enquired its price. 
"It is sold," replied the shopkeeper. 
"Ah! to this gentleman, I presume!" 
Monsieur Gerhois bowed, and left the store, 
quite proud to be the possessor of an article 
which had attracted the attention of a gentle 
man of quality. But he had not taken a dozen 
steps in the street, when he was overtaken by 
the young man who, hat in hand and in a tone 
of perfect courtesy, thus addressed him : 

"I beg your pardon, monsieur ; I am going 
to ask you a question that you may deem im 
pertinent. It is this : Did you have any spe 
cial object in view when you bought that writ 

"No, I came across it by chance and it 
struck my fancy. 

"But you do not care for it particularly?" 
"Oh! I shall keep it that is all." 
"Because it is an antique, perhaps?" 
"No; because it is convenient," declared 
Mon. Gerbois. 

"In that case, you would consent to ex 
change it for another desk that would be quite 
as convenient and in better condition?" 

"Oh! this one is in good condition, and I 
see no object in making an exchange, " 



Mon. Gerbois is a man of irritable disposi 
tion and hasty temper. So he replied, testily : 

"I beg of you, monsieur, do not insist." 

But the young man firmly held his ground. 

"I don t know how much you paid for it, 
monsieur, but I offer you double. " 


i Three times the amount. 

Oh ! that will do, exclaimed the profes 
sor, impatiently; "I don t wish to sell it." 

The young man stared at him for a moment 
in a manner that Mon. Gerbois would not 
readily forget, then turned and walked rap 
idly away. 

An hour later, the desk was delivered at the 
professor s house on the Viroflay road. He 
called his daughter, and said : 

* Here is something for you, Suzanne, pro 
vided you like it." 

Suzanne was a pretty girl, with a gay and 
affectionate nature. She threw her arms 
around her father s neck and kissed him rap 
turously. To her, the desk had all the sem 
blance of a royal gift. That evening, assisted 
by Hortense, the servant, she placed the desk 
in her room ; then she dusted it, cleaned the 
drawers and pigeon-holes, and carefully ar- 


ranged within it her papers, writing ma 
terial, correspondence, a collection of post 
cards, and some souvenirs of her cousin 
Philippe that she kept in secret. 

Next morning, at half past seven, Mon. 
Gerbois went to the college. At ten o clock, 
in pursuance of her usual custom, Suzanne 
went to meet him, and it was a great pleasure 
for him to see her slender figure and childish 
smile waiting for him at the college gate. 
They returned home together. 

"And your writing desk how is it this 

l Marvellous ! Hortense and I have polished 
the brass mountings until they look like 

"So you are pleased with it?" 

"Pleased with it! Why, I don t see how I 
managed to get on without it for such a long 

As they were walking up the pathway to 
the house, Mon. Gerbois said : 

"Shall we go and take a look at it before 

"Oh! yes, that s a splendid idea!" 

She ascended the stairs ahead of her 
father, but, on arriving at the door of her 


room, she uttered a cry of surprise and dis 

"What s the matter? 7 stammered Mon. 

"The writing-desk is gone!" 


When the police were called in, they were 
astonished at the admirable simplicity of the 
means employed by the thief. During 
Suzanne s absence, the servant had gone to 
market, and while the house was thus left un 
guarded, a drayman, wearing a badge some 
of the neighbors saw it stopped his cart in 
front of the house and rang twice. Not know 
ing that Hortense was absent, the neighbors 
were not suspicious; consequently, the man 
carried on his work in peace and tranquility. 

Apart from the desk, not a thing in the 
house had been disturbed. Even Suzanne s 
purse, which she had left upon the writing- 
desk, was found upon an adjacent table with 
its contents untouched. It was obvious that 
the thief had come with a set purpose, which 
rendered the crime even more mysterious; 
because, why did he assume so great a risk 
for such a trifling object? 

The only clue the professor could furnish 


was the strange incident of the preceding 
evening. He declared : 

4 The young man was greatly provoked at 
my refusal, and I had an idea that he threat 
ened me as he went away." 

But the clue was a vague one. The shop 
keeper could not throw any light on the 
affair. He did not know either of the gentle 
men. As to the desk itself, he had purchased 
it for forty francs at an executor s sale at 
Chevreuse, and believed he had resold it at 
its fair value. The police investigation dis 
closed nothing more. 

But Mon. Gerbois entertained the idea that 
he had suffered an enormous loss. There 
must have been a fortune concealed in a 
secret drawer, and that was the reason the 
young man had resorted to crime. 

* i My poor father, what would we have done 
with that fortune?" asked Suzanne. 

* My child ! with such a fortune, you could 
make a most advantageous marriage." 

Suzanne sighed bitterly. Her aspirations 
soared no higher than her cousin Philippe, 
who was indeed a most deplorable object. 
And life, in the little house at Versailles, was 
not so happy and contented as of yore. 

Two months passed away. Then came a 



succession of startling events, a strange 
blending of good luck and dire misfortune ! 

On the first day of February, at half -past 
five, Mon. Gerbois entered the house, carry 
ing an evening paper, took a seat, put on his 
spectacles, and commenced to read. As poli 
tics did not interest him, he turned to the in 
side of the paper. Immediately his attention 
was attracted by an article entitled : 

"Third Drawing of the Press Association 

"No. 514, series 23, draws a million. " 

The newspaper slipped from his fingers. 
The walls swam before his eyes, and his heart 
ceased to beat. He held No. 514, series 23. 
He had purchased it from a friend, to oblige 
him, without any thought of success, and be 
hold, it was the lucky number ! 

Quickly, he took out his memorandum-book. 
Yes, he was quite right. The No. 514, series 
23, was written there, on the inside of the 
cover. But the ticket! 

He rushed to his desk to find the envelope- 
box in which he had placed the precious 
ticket ; but the box was not there, and it sud 
denly occurred to him that it had not been 
there for several weeks. He heard footsteps 
on the gravel walk leading from the street. 


He called : 

i Suzanne ! Suzanne ! 

She was returning from a walk. She en 
tered hastily. He stammered, in a choking 
voice : 

"Suzanne ... the box . . . the 
box of envelopes ?" 

"What box?" 

"The one I bought at the Louvre . . . 
one Saturday . . . it was at the end of 
that table." 

"Don t you remember, father, we put all 
those things away together." 


"The evening . . . you know . . . 
the same evening . . ." 

"But where? . . . Tell me, quick! 
. . . Where?" 

Where ? Why, in the writing-desk. 

"In the writing-desk that was stolen?" 


"Oh, mon Dieu! ... In the stolen 

He uttered the last sentence in a low voice, 
in a sort of stupor. Then he seized her hand, 
and in a still lower voice, he said : 

"It contained a million, my child." 


Ah! father, why didn t you tell me!" she 
murmured, naively. 

"A million!" he repeated. "It contained 
the ticket that drew the grand prize in the 
Press Lottery." 

The colossal proportions of the disaster 
overwhelmed them, and for a long time they 
maintained a silence that they feared to 
break. At last, Suzanne said: 

"But, father, they will pay you just the 

4 How ? On what proof ? 

"Must you have proof?" 

"Of course." 

"And you haven t any?" 

* It was in the box. 

"In the box that has disappeared." 

"Yes; and now the thief will get the 

"Oh! that would be terrible, father. You 
must prevent it. 

For a moment he was silent; then, in an 
outburst of energy, he leaped up, stamped on 
the floor, and exclaimed : 

"No, no, he shall not have that million; 
he shall not have it ! "Why should he have it? 
Ah! clever as he is, he can do nothing. If he 
goes to claim the money, they will arrest him. 


Ah ! now, we will see, my fine fellow ! 

What will you do, father!" 

"Defend our just rights, whatever hap 
pens! And we will succeed. The million 
francs belong to me, and I intend to have 

A few minutes later, he sent this telegram : 
"Governor Credit Foncier 

"rue Capucines, Paris. 

"Am holder of No. 514, series 23. Oppose 
by all legal means any other claimant. 


Almost at the same moment, the Credit 
Foncier received the following telegram : 

"No. 514, series 23, is in my possession. 


# * * * * 

Every time I undertake to relate one of the 
many extraordinary adventures that mark 
the life of Arsene Lupin, I experience a feel 
ing of embarrassment, as it seems to me that 
the most commonplace of those adventures is 
already well known to my readers. In fact, 
there is not a movement of our "national 
thief," as he has been so aptly described, that 
has not been given the widest publicity, not 
an exploit that has not been studied in all its 
phases, not an action that has not been dis- 


cussed with that particularity usually re 
served for the recital of heroic deeds. 

For instance, who does not know the 
strange history of l The Blonde Lady, with 
those curious episodes which were proclaimed 
by the newspapers with heavy black head 
lines, as follows: " Lottery Ticket No. 514 !" 
. . . "The Crime on the Avenue Henri- 
Martin !" . . . "The Blue Diamond !" 
. . . The interest created by the interven 
tion of the celebrated English detective, Her- 
lock Sholmes! The excitement aroused by 
the various vicissitudes which marked the 
struggle between those famous artists ! And 
what a commotion on the boulevards, the day 
on which the newsboys announced: "Arrest 
of Arsene Lupin ! 

My excuse for repeating these stories at 
this time is the fact that I produce the key 
to the enigma. Those adventures have always 
been enveloped in a certain degree of ob 
scurity, which I now remove. I reproduce 
old newspaper articles, I relate old-time in 
terviews, I present ancient letters ; but I have 
arranged and classified all that material and 
reduced it to the exact truth. My collaborators 
in this work have been Arsene Lupin himself, 


and also the ineffable Wilson, the friend and 
confidant of Herlock Sholmes. 

Every one will recall the tremendous burst 
of laughter which greeted the publication of 
those two telegrams. The name "Arsene 
Lupin " was in itself a stimulus to curiosity, 
a promise of amusement for the gallery. 
And, in this case, the gallery means the en 
tire world. 

An investigation was immediately com 
menced by the Credit Foncier, which estab 
lished these facts : That ticket No. 514, series 
23, had been sold by the Versailles branch 
office of the Lottery to an artillery officer 
named Bessy, who was afterward killed by a 
fall from his horse. Some time before his 
death, he informed some of his comrades that 
he had transferred his ticket to a friend. 

"And I am that friend," affirmed Mon. 

"Prove it," replied the governor of the 
Credit Foncier. 

Of course I can prove it. Twenty people 
can tell you that I was an intimate friend of 
Monsieur Bessy, and that we frequently met 
at the Cafe de la Place-d Armes. It was 
there, one day, I purchased the ticket from 


him for twenty francs simply as an accom 
modation to him. 

"Have you any witnesses to that transac 


i Well, how do you expect to prove it f 

By a letter he wrote to me. 

"What letter!" 

"A letter that was pinned to the ticket." 

"Produce it." 

"It was stolen at the same time as the 

"Well, you must find it." 

It was soon learned that Arsejie Lupin had 
the letter. A short paragraph appeared in 
the Echo de France which has the honor to 
be his official organ, and of which, it is said, 
he is one of the principal shareholders the 
paragraph announced that Arsene Lupin had 
placed in the hands of Monsieur Detinan, his 
advocate and legal adviser, the letter that 
Monsieur Bessy had written to him to him 

This announcement provoked an outburst 
of laughter. Arsene Lupin had engaged a 
lawyer! Arsene Lupin, conforming to the 
rules and customs of modern society, had ap 
pointed a legal representative in the person 


of a well-known member of the Parisian bar ! 

Mon. Detinan had never enjoyed the pleas 
ure of meeting Arsene Lupin a fact he 
deeply regretted but he had actually been 
retained by that mysterious gentleman and 
felt greatly honored by the choice. He was 
prepared to defend the interests of his client 
to the best of his ability. He was pleased, 
even proud, to exhibit the letter of Mon. 
Bessy, but, although it proved the transfer 
of the ticket, it did not mention the name of 
the purchaser. It was simply addressed to 
"My Dear Friend. " 

* My Dear Friend ! that is I, added Arsene 
Lupin, in a note attached to Mon. Bessy s let 
ter. "And the best proof of that fact is that 
I hold the letter. 

The swarm of reporters immediately rushed 
to see Mon. Gerbois, who could only repeat: 

"My Dear Friend! that is I. . . . 
Arsene Lupin stole the letter with the lottery 
ticket. " 

"Let him prove it!" retorted Lupin to the 

He must have done it, because he stole the 
writing-desk!" exclaimed Mon. Gerbois be 
fore the same reporters. 

"Let him prove it !" replied Lupin. 



Such was the entertaining comedy enacted 
by the two claimants of ticket No. 514; and 
the calm demeanor of Arsene Lupin con 
trasted strangely with the nervous perturba 
tion of poor Mon. Gerbois. The newspapers 
were filled with the lamentations of that un 
happy man. He announced his misfortune 
with pathetic candor. 

"Understand, gentlemen, it was Suzanne s 
dowry that the rascal stole! Personally, I 
don t care a straw for it, ... but for 
Suzanne! Just think of it, a whole million! 
Ten times one hundred thousand francs ! Ah ! 
I knew very well that the desk contained a 

It was in vain to tell him that his ad 
versary, when stealing the desk, was unaware 
that the lottery ticket was in it, and that, in 
any event, he could not foresee that the ticket 
would draw the grand prize. He would reply : 

"Nonsense! of course, he knew it . . , 
else why would he take the trouble to steal a 
poor, miserable desk?" 

"For some unknown reason; but certainly 
not for a small scrap of paper which was 
then worth only twenty francs." 

"A million francs! He knew it; . . . 
he knows everything ! Ah ! you do not kno\* 


him the scoundrel ! . . . He hasn t robbed 
you of a million francs ! 

The controversy would have lasted for a 
much longer time, but, on the twelfth day, 
Mon. Gerbois received from Arsene Lupin a 
letter, marked "confidential," which read as 
follows : 

"Monsieur, the gallery is being amused at 
our expense. Do you not think it is time for 
us to be serious! The situation is this: I 
possess a ticket to which I have no legal right, 
and you have the legal right to a ticket you 
do not possess. Neither of us can do any 
thing. You will not relinquish your rights to 
me ; I will not deliver the ticket to you. Now, 
what is to be done ? 

"I see only one way out of the difficulty: 
Let us divide the spoils. A half-million for 
you ; a half -million for me. Is not that a fair 
division? In my opinion, it is an equitable 
solution, and an immediate one. I will give 
you three days time to consider the proposi 
tion. On Thursday morning I shall expect to 
read in the personal column of the Echo de 
France a discreet message addressed to M. 
Ars. Lup, expressing in veiled terms your 
consent to my offer. By so doing you will re 
cover immediate possession of the ticket; 


then you can collect the money and send me 
half a million in a manner that I will describe 
to you later. 

"In case of your refusal, I shall resort to 
other measures to accomplish the same result. 
But, apart from the very serious annoyances 
that such obstinacy on your part will cause 
you, it will cost you twenty-five thousand 
francs for supplementary expenses. 

"Believe me, monsieur, I remain your de 
voted servant, ARSENE LUPIN. " 

In a fit of exasperation Mon. Gerbois com 
mitted the grave mistake of showing that let 
ter and allowing a copy of it to be taken. His 
indignation overcame his discretion. 

"Nothing! He shall have nothing! he 
exclaimed, before a crowd of reporters. To 
divide my property with him? Never! Let 
him tear up the ticket if he wishes ! 

"Yet five hundred thousand francs is bet 
ter than nothing." 

"That is not the question. It is a question 
of my just right, and that right I will estab 
lish before the courts. 

"What! attack Arsene Lupin! That would 
be amusing." 

"No; but the Credit Foncier. They must 
pay me the million francs." 


i i Without producing the ticket, or, at least, 
without proving that you bought it?" 

4 That proof exists, since Arsene Lupin ad 
mits that he stole the writing-desk." 

"But would the word of Arsene Lupin 
carry any weight with the court ? 

"No matter; I will fight it out." 

The gallery shouted with glee ; and wagers 
were freely made upon the result with the 
odds in favor of Lupin. On the following 
Thursday the personal column in the Echo 
de France was eagerly perused by the ex 
pectant public, but it contained nothing ad 
dressed to M. Ars. Lup. Mon. Gerbois had 
not replied to Arsene Lupin s letter. That 
was the declaration of war. 

That evening the newspapers announced 

the abduction of Mile. Suzanne Gerbois. 

* * * * # 

The most entertaining feature in what 
might be called the Arsene Lupin dramas is 
the comic attitude displayed by the Parisian 
police. Arsene Lupin talks, plans, writes, 
commands, threatens and executes as if the 
police did not exist. They never figure in his 

And yet the police do their utmost. But 


what can they do against such a foe a foe 
that scorns and ignores them? 

Suzanne had left the house at twenty 
minutes to ten; such was the testimony of the 
servant. On leaving the college, at five 
minutes past ten, her father did not find her 
at the place she was accustomed to wait for 
him. Consequently, whatever had happened 
must have occurred during the course of 
Suzanne s walk from the house to the col 
lege. Two neighbors had met her about three 
hundred yards from the house. A lady had 
seen, on the avenue, a young girl correspond 
ing to Suzanne s description. No one else 
had seen her. 

Inquiries were made in all directions; the 
employees of the railways and street-car lines 
were questioned, but none of them had seen 
anything of the missing girl. However, at 
Ville-d Avray, they found a shopkeeper who 
had furnished gasoline to an automobile that 
had come from Paris on the day of the ab 
duction. It was occupied by a blonde woman 
extremely blonde, said the witness. An 
hour later, the automobile again passed 
through Ville-d Avray on its way from Ver 
sailles to Paris. The shopkeeper declared 
that the automobile now contained a second 


woman who was heavily veiled. No doubt, it 
was Suzanne Gerbois. 

The abduction must have taken place in 
broad daylight, on a frequented street, in the 
very heart of the town. How? And at what 
spot ? Not a cry was heard ; not a suspicious 
action had been seen. The shopkeeper 
described the automobile as a royal-blue 
limousine of twenty-four horse-power made 
by the firm of Peugeon & Co. Inquiries were 
then made at the Grand-Garage, managed by 
Madame Bob-Walthour, who made a spe 
cialty of abductions by automobile. It was 
learned that she had rented a Peugeon 
limousine on that day to a blonde woman 
whom she had never seen before nor since. 

"Who was the chauffeur!" 

"A young man named Ernest, whom I had 
engaged only the day before. He came well 

"Is he here now!" 

"No. He brought back the machine, but 
I haven t seen him since," said Madame Bob- 

"Do you know where we can find him!" 

"You might see the people who recom 
mended him to me. Here are the names." 

Upon inquiry, it was learned that none of 



these people knew the man called Ernest. 
The recommendations were forged. 

Such was the fate of every clue followed 
by the police. It ended nowhere. The 
mystery remained unsolved. 

Mon. Gerbois had not the strength or 
courage to wage such an unequal battle. The 
disappearance of his daughter crushed him; 
he capitulated to the enemy. A short an- 
announcement in the Echo de France pro 
claimed his unconditional surrender. 

Two days later, Mon. Gerbois visited the 
office of the Credit Foncier and handed 
lottery ticket number 514, series 23, to the 
governor, who exclaimed, with surprise: 

"Ah! you have it! He has returned it to 

"It was mislaid. That was all," replied 
Mon. Gerbois. 

"But you pretended that it had been 
stolen." " 

"At first, I thought it had . . . but 
here it is." 

"We will require some evidence to 
establish your right to the ticket." 

"Will the letter of the purchaser, Monsieur 
Bessy, be sufficient!" 

"Yes, that will do." 


"Here it is," said Mon. Gerbois, producing 
the letter. 

"Very well. Leave these papers with us. 
The rules of the lottery allow us fifteen days 
time to investigate your claim. I will let you 
know when to call for your money. I pre 
sume you desire, as much as I do, that this 
affair should be closed without further pub 

"Quite so." 

Mon. Gerbois and the governor henceforth 
maintained a discreet silence. But the secret 
was revealed in some way, for it was soon 
commonly known that Arsene Lupin had re 
turned the lottery ticket to Mon. Gerbois. 
The public received the news with astonish 
ment and admiration. Certainly, he was a 
bold gamester who thus threw upon the table 
a trump card of such importance as the 
precious ticket. But, it was true, he still re 
tained a trump card of equal importance. 
However, if the young girl should escape? 
If the hostage held by Arsene Lupin should 
be rescued? 

The police thought they had discovered the 
weak spot of the enemy, and now redoubled 
their efforts. Arsene Lupin disarmed by his 
own act, crushed by the wheels of his own 



machination, deprived of every sou of the 
coveted million . . . public interest now 
centered in the camp of his adversary. 

But it was necessary to find Suzanne. And 
they did not find her, nor did she escape. 
Consequently, it must be admitted, Arsene 
Lupin had won the first hand. But the game 
was not yet decided. The most difficult point 
remained. Mile. Gerbois is in his possession, 
and he will hold her until he receives five 
hundred thousand francs. But how and 
where will such an exchange be made? For 
that purpose, a meeting must be arranged, 
and then what will prevent Mon. Gerbois 
from warning the police and, in that way, 
effecting the rescue of his daughter and, at 
the same time, keeping his money ! The pro 
fessor was interviewed, but he was ex 
tremely reticent. His answer was : 

"I have nothing to say/ 

"And Mile. Gerbois! 

The search is being continued. 

"But Arsene Lupin has written to you?" 


"Do you swear to that?" 


"Then it is true. What are his instruc 
tions I" 


"I have nothing to say." 

Then the interviewers attacked Mon. Deti- 
nan, and found his equally discreet. 

"Monsieur Lupin is my client, and I can 
not discuss his affairs," he replied, with an 
affected air of gravity. 

These mysteries served to irritate the 
gallery. Obviously, some secret negotiations 
were in progress. Arsene Lupin had ar 
ranged and tightened the meshes of his net, 
while the police maintained a close watch, 
day and night, over Mon. Gerbois. And the 
three and only possible denouements the ar 
rest, the triumph, or the ridiculous and piti 
ful abortion were freely discussed; but the 
curiosity of the public was only partially 
satisfied, and it was reserved for these pages 

to reveal the exact truth of the affair. 


On Monday, March 12th, Mon. Gerbois re 
ceived a notice from the Credit Foncier. On 
Wednesday, he took the one o clock train for 
Paris. At two o clock, a thousand bank-notes 
of one thousand francs each were delivered 
to him. Whilst he was counting them, one 
by one, in a state of nervous agitation that 
money, which represented Suzanne s ransom 
a carriage containing two men stopped at 



the curb a short distance from the bank. One 
of the men had grey hair and an unusually 
shrewd expression which formed a striking 
contrast to his shabby make-up. It was De 
tective Ganimard, the relentless enemy of 
Arsene Lupin. Ganimard said to his com 
panion, Folenfant: 

"In five minutes, we will see our clever 
friend Lupin. Is everything ready ? 


"How many men have we!" 

"Eight two of them on bicycles." 

"Enough, but not too many. On no ac 
count, must Gerbois escape us ; if he does, it 
is all up. He will meet Lupin at the ap 
pointed place, give half a million in exchange 
for the girl, and the game will be over." 

"But why doesn t Gerbois work with us! 
That would be the better way, and he could 
keep all the money himself. 

"Yes, but he is afraid that if he deceives 
the other, he will not get his daughter." 

"What other?" 


Ganimard pronounced the word in a 
solemn tone, somewhat timidly, as if he were 
speaking of some supernatural creature 
whose claws he alreadv felt. 


"It is very strange, " remarked Folenfant, 
judiciously, "that we are obliged to protect 
this gentleman contrary to his own wishes/ 

"Yes, but Lupin always turns the world 
upside down," said Ganimard, mournfully. 

A moment later, Mon. Gerbois appeared, 
and started up the street. At the end of the 
rue des Capucines, he turned into the boule 
vards, walking slowly, and stopping fre 
quently to gaze at the shop-windows. 

"Much too calm, too self -possessed, " said 
Ganimard. "A man with a million in his 
pocket would not have that air of tran 

"What is he doing?" 

"Oh! nothing, evidently . . . But I 
have a suspicion that it is Lupin yes, 

At that moment, Mon. Gerbois stopped at 
a news-stand, purchased a paper, unfolded 
it and commenced to read it as he walked 
slowly away. A moment later, he gave a 
sudden bound into an automobile that was 
standing at the curb. Apparently, the ma 
chine had been waiting for him, as it started 
away rapidly, turned at the Madeleine and 


"Nom de nom!" cried Ganimard, "that s 
one of his old tricks ! 

Ganimard hastened after the automobile 
around the Madeleine. Then, he burst into 
laughter. At the entrance to the Boulevard 
Malesherbes, the automobile had stopped and 
Mon Gerbois had alighted. 

"Quick, Folenfant, the chauffeur! It may 
be the man Ernest. 7 

Folenfant interviewed the chauffeur. His 
name was Gaston ; he was an employee of the 
automobile cab company; ten minutes ago, a 
gentleman had engaged him and told him to 
wait near the news-stand for another 

"And the second man what address did 
he give I " asked Folenfant. 

"No address. Boulevard Malesherbes 
. . . avenue de Messine . . . double 
pourboire. That is all." 

But, during this time, Mon. Gerbois had 
leaped into the first passing carriage. 

"To the Concorde station, Metropolitan," 
he said to the driver. 

He left the underground at the Place du 
Palais-Royal, ran to another carriage and 
ordered it to go to the Place de la Bourse. 
Then a second journey by the underground to 


the Avenue de Villiers, followed by a third 
carriage drive to number 25 rue Clapeyron. 

Number 25 rue Clapeyron is separated 
from the Boulevard des Batignolles by the 
house which occupies the angle formed by the 
two streets. He ascended to the first floor 
and rang. A gentleman opened the door. 

"Does Monsieur Detinan live here?" 

i i Yes, that is my name. Are you Monsieur 


"I was expecting you. Step in." 

As Mon. Gerbois entered the lawyer s of 
fice, the clock struck three. He said : 

I am prompt to the minute. Is he here ? 

"Not yet." 

Mon. Gerbois took a seat, wiped his fore 
head, looked at his watch as if he did not 
know the time, and inquired, anxiously : 

"Will he come?" 

"Well, monsieur," replied the lawyer, 
"that I do not know, but I am quite as 
anxious and impatient as you are to find out. 
If he comes, he will run a great risk, as this 
house has been closely watched for the last 
two weeks. They distrust me." 

"They suspect me, too. I am not sure 


whether the detectives lost sight of me or not 
on my way here. 

"But you were " 

"It wouldn t be my fault," cried the pro 
fessor, quickly. "You cannot reproach me. 
I promised to obey his orders, and I followed 
them to the very letter. I drew the money 
at the time fixed by him, and I came here in 
the manner directed by him. I have faith 
fully performed my part of the agreement 
let him do his ! 

After a short silence, he asked, anxiously : 

"He will bring my daughter, won t he?" 

4 i I expect so. 

"But . . . you have seen him!" 

"I? No, not yet. He made the appoint 
ment by letter, saying both of you would be 
here, and asking me to dismiss my servants 
before three o clock and admit no one while 
you were here. If I would not consent to 
that arrangement, I was to notify him by a 
few words in the Echo de France. But I am 
only too happy to oblige Mon. Lupin, and so 
I consented." 

"Ah! how will this end?" moaned Mon. 

He took the bank-notes from his pocket, 
placed them on the table and divided them 


into two equal parts. Then the two men sat 
there in silence. From time to time, Mon. 
Gerbois would listen. Did someone ring! 
. . . His nervousness increased every 
minute, and Monsieur Detinan also displayed 
considerable anxiety. At last, the lawyer 
lost his patience. He rose abruptly, and 

"He will not come . . . We shouldn t 
expect it. It would be folly on his part. He 
would run too great a risk." 

And Mon. Gerbois, despondent, his hands 
resting on the bank-notes, stammered: 

"Oh! Mon Dieu! I hope he will come. I 
would give the whole of that money to see 
my daughter again." 

The door opened. 

"Half of it will be sufficient, Monsieur 

These words were spoken by a well-dressed 
young man who now entered the room and 
was immediately recognized by Mon. Gerbois 
as the person who had wished to buy the desk 
from him at Versailles. He rushed toward 

"Where is my daughter my Suzanne?" 

Arsene Lupin carefully closed the door, 



and, while slowly removing his gloves, said to 
the lawyer: 

"My dear maitre, I am indebted to you 
very much for your kindness in consenting 
to defend my interests. I shall not forget 

Mon. Detinan murmured: 

But you did not ring. I did not hear the 

"Doors and bells are things that should 
work without being heard. I am here, and 
that is the important point." 

"My daughter! Suzanne! Where is 
she ? repeated the professor. 

"Mon Dieu, monsieur," said Lupin, 
"what s your hurry? Your daughter will be 
here in a moment." 

Lupin walked to and fro for a minute, then, 
with the pompous air of an orator, he said: 

"Monsieur Gerbois, I congratulate you on 
the clever way in which you made the jour 
ney to this place." 

Then, perceiving the two piles of bank 
notes, he exclaimed: 

"Ah! I see! the million is here. We will 
not lose any time. Permit me." 

"One moment," said the lawyer, placing 


Mmself before the table. "Mile. Gerbois has 
not yet arrived. " 


"Is not her presence indispensable!" 

"I understand! I understand! Arsene 
Lupin inspires only a limited confidence. He 
might pocket the half-million and not restore 
the hostage. Ah! monsieur, people do not 
understand me. Because I have been obliged, 
by force of circumstances, to commit certain 
actions a little . . . out of the ordinary, 
my good faith is impugned ... I, who 
have always observed the utmost scru 
pulosity and delicacy in business affairs. 
Besides, my dear monsieur if you have 
any fear, open the window and call. 
There are at least a dozen detectives in the 

"Do you think so?" 

Arsene Lupin raised the curtain. 

"I think that Monsieur Gerbois could not 
throw Ganimard off the scent . . . What 
did I tell you f There he is now. 

"Is it possible!" exclaimed the pro 
fessor. "But I swear to you " 

"That you have not betrayed me? . . . 
I do not doubt you, but those fellows are 
clever sometimes. Ah ! I can see Folenf ant, 



and Greaume, and Dieuzy all good friends 
of mine I" 

Mon. Detinan looked at Lupin in amaze 
ment. What assurance! He laughed as 
merrily as if engaged in some childish sport, 
as if no danger threatened him. This un 
concern reassured the lawyer more than the 
presence of the detectives. He left the table 
on which the bank-notes were lying. Arsene 
Lupin picked up one pile of bills after the 
other, took from each of them twenty-five 
bank-notes which he offered to Mon. Detinan, 

* The reward of your services to Monsieur 
Gerbois and Arsene Lupin. You well deserve 

"You owe me nothing/ replied the 

"What! After all the trouble we have 
caused you ! 

4 1 And all the pleasure you have given me ! 

4 That means, my dear monsieur, that you 
do not wish to accept anything from Arsene 
Lupin. See what it is to have a bad reputa 

He then offered the fifty thousand francs 
to Mon. Gerbois, saying: 

"Monsieur, in memory of our pleasant in- 


terview, permit me to return you this as a 
wedding-gift to Mile. Gerbois." 

Mon. Gerbois took the money, but said: 
My daughter will not marry. 
"She will not marry if you refuse your 
consent; but she wishes to marry." 
"What do you know about it?" 
"I know that young girls often dream of 
such things unknown to their parents. For 
tunately, there are sometimes good genii like 
Arsene Lupin who discover their little secrets 
in the drawers of their writing desks." 

"Did you find anything else!" asked the 
lawyer. "I confess I am curious to know 
why you took so much trouble to get pos 
session of that desk." 

"On account of its historic interest, my 
friend. Although despite the opinion of Mon 
sieur Gerbois, the desk contained no 
treasure except the lottery ticket and that 
was unknown to me I had been seeking it 
for a long time. That writing-desk of yew 
and mahogany was discovered in the little 
house in which Marie Walewska once lived in 
Boulogne, and, on one of the drawers there 
is this inscription : Dedicated to Napoleon I, 
Emperor of the French, loy his very faithful 
servant, Mancion. And above it, these words, 


engraved with the point of a knife : * To you, 
Marie. Afterwards, Napoleon had a similar 
desk made for the Empress Josephine; so 
that the secretary that was so much admired 
at the Malmaison was only an imperfect copy 
of the one that will henceforth form part of 
my collection. 

i Ah ! if I had known, when in the shop, I 
would gladly have given it up to you," said 
the professor. 

Arsene Lupin smiled, as he replied: 

"And you would have had the advantage 
of keeping for your own use lottery ticket 
number 514." 

"And you would not have found it neces 
sary to abduct my daughter." 

"Abduct your daughter!" 


"My dear monsieur, you are mistaken. 
Mile. Gerbois was not abducted. 


"Certainly not. Abduction means force 
or violence. And I assure you that she 
served as hostage of her own free will." 

"Of her own free will!" repeated Mon. 
Gerbois, in amazement. 

"In fact, she almost asked to be taken. 
Why, do you suppose that an intelligent 


young girl like Mile. Gerbois, and who, more 
over, nourishes an unacknowledged passion, 
would hesitate to do what was necessary to 
secure her dowry. Ah ! I swear to you it was 
not difficult to make- her understand that it 
was the only way to overcome your ob 

Mon. Detinan was greatly amused. He 
replied to Lupin: 

"But I should think it was more difficult 
to get her to listen to you. How did you 
approach her?" 

" Oh ! I didn t approach her myself. I have 
not the honor of her acquaintance. A friend 
of mine, a lady, carried on the negotiations. 

"The blonde woman in the automobile, no 
doubt. 7 

"Precisely. All arrangements were made 
at the first interview near the college. Since 
then, Mile. Gerbois and her new friend have 
been travelling in Belgium and Holland in 
a manner that should prove most pleasing 
and instructive to a young girl. She will 
tell you all about it herself " 

The bell of the vestibule door rang, three 
rings in quick succession, followed by two 
isolated rings. 


"It is she/ 7 said Lupin. "Monsieur Deti- 
nan, if you will be so kind " 

The lawyer hastened to the door. 

Two young women entered. One of them 
threw herself into the arms of Mon. Gerbois. 
The other approached Lupin. The latter was 
a tall woman of a good figure, very pale com 
plexion, and with blond hair, parted over her 
forehead in undulating waves, that glistened 
and shone like the setting sun. She was 
dressed in black, with no display of jewelled 
ornaments; but, on the contrary, her ap 
pearance indicated good taste and refined 
elegance. Arsene Lupin spoke a few words 
to her; then, bowing to Mile. Gerbois, he 

"I owe you an apology, mademoiselle, for 
all your troubles, but I hope you have not 
been too unhappy 

1 Unhappy ! Why, I should have been very 
happy, indeed, if it hadn t been for leaving 
my poor father. 

"Then all is for the best. Kiss him again, 
and take advantage of the opportunity it 
is an excellent one to speak to him about 
your cousin." 

4 My cousin ! What do you mean ? I don t 


1 1 1 

Of course, you understand. Your 
cousin Philippe. The young man whose let 
ters you kept so carefully." 

Suzanne blushed; but, following Lupin s 
advice, she again threw herself into her 
father s arms. Lupin gazed upon them with 
a tender look. 

"Ah! Such is my reward for a virtuous 
act! What a touching picture! A happy 
father and a happy daughter ! And to know 
that their joy is your work, Lupin! Here 
after these people will bless you, and rever 
ently transmit your name unto their descend 
ants, even unto the fourth generation. 
What a glorious reward, Lupin, for one act 
of kindness!" 

He walked to the window. 

"Is dear old Ganimard still waiting? 
. . . He would like very much to be 
present at this charming domestic scene! 
. . . Ah! he is not there. . . . Nor 
any of the others. ... I don t see any 
one. The deuce ! The situation is becoming 
serious. I dare say they are already under 
the porte-cochere . * . talking to the 
concierge, perhaps . . . or, even, ascend 
ing the stairs ! 

Mon. Gerbois made a sudden movement. 



Now, that his daughter had been restored to 
him, he saw the situation in a different light. 
To him, the arrest of his adversary meant 
half-a-million francs. Instinctively, he made 
a step forward. As if by chance, Lupin stood 
in his way. 

"Where are you going, Monsieur Gerboisf 
To defend me against them? That is very 
kind of you, but I assure you it is not neces 
sary. They are more worried than I. 

Then he continued to speak, with calm de 

"But, really, what do they know! That 
you are here, and, perhaps, that Mile. Ger- 
bois is here, for they may have seen her ar 
rive with an unknown lady. But they do not 
imagine that I am here. How is it possible 
that I could be in a house that they ran 
sacked from cellar to garret this morning? 
They suppose that the unknown lady was sent 
by me to make the exchange, and they will 
be ready to arrest her when she goes out 

At that moment, the bell rang. With a 
brusque movement, Lupin seized Mon. Ger- 
bois, and said to him, in an imperious tone: 

i i Do not move ! Remember your daughter, 
and be prudent otherwise As to you, Mon 
sieur Detinan, I have your promise." 


Mon. Gerbois was rooted to the spot. The 
lawyer did not stir. Without the least sign 
of haste, Lupin picked up his hat and brushed 
the dust from off it with his sleeve. 

* My dear Monsieur Detinan, if I can ever 
be of service to you. . . . My best wishes, 
Mademoiselle Suzanne, and my kind regards 
to Monsieur Philippe. " 

He drew a heavy gold watch from his 

"Monsieur Gerbois, it is now forty-two 
minutes past three. At forty-six minutes past 
three, I give you permission to leave this 
room. Not one minute sooner than forty-six 
minutes past three." 

"But they will force an entrance," sug 
gested Mon. Detinan. 

"You forget the law, my dear monsieur! 
Ganimard would never venture to violate the 
privacy of a French citizen. But, pardon me, 
time flies, and you are all slightly nervous." 

He placed his watch on the table, opened 
the door of the room and addressing the 
blonde lady he said: 

Are you ready my dear f 

He drew back to let her pass, bowed re 
spectfully to Mile. Gerbois, and went out, 
closing the door behind him. Then they heard 


liim in the vestibule, speaking, in a loud voice : 

"Good-day, Ganimard, how goes it? Ee- 
inember me to Madame Ganimard. One of 
these days, I shall invite her to breakfast. 
Au revoir, Ganimard. 

The bell rang violently, followed by re 
peated rings, and voices on the landing. 

* Forty-five minutes, muttered Mon. Ger- 

After a few seconds, he left the room and 
stepped into the vestibule. Arsene Lupin and 
the blonde lady had gone. 

"Papa! . . . you mustn t! Wait! 
cried Suzanne. 

"Wait! you are foolish ! . . . No quar 
ter for that rascal! . . . And the half- 

He opened the outer door. Ganimard 
rushed in. 

"That woman where is she? And 
Lupin! " 

"He was here . . . he is here." 

Ganimard uttered a cry of triumph. 

t We have him. The house is surrounded. * 

"But the servant s stairway?" suggested 
Mon. Detinan. 

"It leads to the court," said Ganimard. 
"There is only one exit the street-door. 


Ten men are guarding it. 

4 But he didn t come in by the street-door, 
and he will not go out that way. 

"What way, then?" asked Ganimard. 
"Through the air?" 

He drew aside a curtain and exposed a long 
corridor leading to the kitchen. Ganimard 
ran along it and tried the door of the serv 
ants stairway. It was locked. From the 
window he called to one of his assistants : 

"Seen anyone?" 


"Then they are still in the house!" he ex 
claimed. "They are hiding in one of the 
rooms! They cannot have escaped. Ah! 
Lupin, you fooled me before, but, this time, 

I get my revenge." 


At seven o clock in the evening, Mon. 
Dudonis, chief of the detective service, aston 
ished at not receiving any news, visited the 
rue Clapeyron. He questioned the detectives 
who were guarding the house, then ascended 
to Mon. Detinan s apartment. The lawyer 
led him into his room. There, Mon. Dudonis 
beheld a man, or rather two legs kicking in 
the air, while the body to which they belonged 
was hidden in the depths of the chimney. 


- , 

Ohe! . . . Ohe!" gasped a stifled 
voice. And a more distant voice, from on 
high, replied: 

"Ohe! . . . Ohe!" 

Mon. Dudonis laughed, and exclaimed: 

* i Here ! Ganimard, have you turned chim 

The detective crawled out of the chimney. 
With his blackened face, his sooty clothes, 
and his feverish eyes, he was quite unrecog 

"I am looking for him/ 9 he growled. 


"Arsene Lupin . . . and his friend. " 

4 Well, do you suppose they are hiding in 
the chimney?" 

Ganimard arose, laid his sooty hand on 
the sleeve of his superior officer s coat, and 
exclaimed, angrily : 

"Where do you think they are, chief? They 
must be somewhere! They are flesh and 
blood like you and me, and can t fade away 
like smoke." 

"No, but they have faded away just the 

"But how? How? The house is sur 
rounded by our men even on the roof." 


"What about the adjoining house ?" 
"There s no communication with it." 
"And the apartments on the other floors?" 
"I know all the tenants. They have not 
seen anyone." 

"Are you sure you know all of them?" 
"Yes. The concierge answers for them. 
Besides, as an extra precaution, I have placed 
a man in each apartment. They can t escape. 
If I don t get them to-night, I will get them 
to-morrow. I shall sleep here. 

He slept there that night and the two fol 
lowing nights. Three days and nights passed 
away without the discovery of the irrepressi 
ble Lupin or his female companion; more 
than that, Ganimard did not unearth the 
slightest clue on which to base a theory to 
explain their escape. For that reason, he 
adhered to his first opinion. 

"There is no trace of their escape; there 
fore, they are here. 

It may be that, at the bottom of his heart, 
his conviction was less firmly established, but 
he would not confess it. No, a thousand 
times, no! A man and a woman could not 
vanish like the evil spirits in a fairy tale. 
And, without losing his courage, he continued 


his searches, as if he expected to find the 
fugitives concealed in some impenetrable re 
treat, or embodied in the stone walls of the 



N the evening of March 27, at number 
134 avenue Henri-Martin, in the house 
that he had inherited from his brother 
six months before, the old general Baron 
d Hautree, ambassador at Berlin under the 
second Empire, was asleep in a comfortable 
armchair, while his secretary was reading to 
him, and the Sister Auguste was warming his 
bed and preparing the night-lamp. At eleven 
o clock, the Sister, who was obliged to return 
to the convent of her order at that hour, said 
to the secretary : 

"Mademoiselle Antoinette, my work is fin 
ished ; I am going. 

"Very well, Sister." 

"Do not forget that the cook is away, and 
that you are alone in the house with the 

"Have no fear for the Baron. I sleep in 
the adjoining room and always leave the door 

The Sister left the house. A few moments 


later, Charles, the servant, came to receive 
his orders. The Baron was now awake, and 
spoke for himself. 

"The usual orders, Charles: see that the 
electric bell rings in your room, and, at the 
first alarm, run for the doctor. Now, Made 
moiselle Antoinette, how far did we get in 
our reading? 7 

"Is Monsieur not going to bed now?" 

"No, no, I will go later. Besides, I don t 
need anyone." 

Twenty minutes later, he was sleeping 
again, and Antoinette crept away on tiptoe. 
At that moment, Charles was closing the shut 
ters on the lower floor. In the kitchen, he 
bolted the door leading to the garden, and, 
in the vestibule, he not only locked the door 
but hooked the chain as well. Then he as 
cended to his room on the third floor, went to 
bed, and was soon asleep. 

Probably an hour had passed, when he 
leaped from his bed in alarm. The bell was 
ringing. It rang for some time, seven or 
eight seconds perhaps, without intermission. 

"Well!" muttered Charles, recovering his 
wits, "another of the Baron s whims." 

He dressed himself quickly, descended the 
stairs, stopped in front of the door, and 


rapped, according to his custom. He received 
no reply. He opened the door and entered. 

"All! no light," he murmured. "What is 
that for?" 

Then, in a low voice, he called : 


No reply. 

"Are you there, mademoiselle? What s 
the matter? Is Monsieur le Baron ill?" 

No reply. Nothing but a profound silence 
that soon became depressing. He took two 
steps forward; his foot struck a chair, and, 
having touched it, he noticed that it was over 
turned. Then, with his hand, he discovered 
other objects on the floor a small table and 
a screen. Anxiously, he approached the wall, 
felt for the electric button, and turned on the 

In the centre of the room, between the table 
and dressing-case, lay the body of his master, 
the Baron d Hautrec. 

"What! . . . It can t be possible!" he 

He could not move. He stood there, with 
bulging eyes, gazing stupidly at the terrible 
disorder, the overturned chairs, a large crys 
tal candelabra shattered in a thousand pieces, 
the clock lying on the marble hearthstone, all 


evidence of a fearful and desperate struggle. 
The handle of a stiletto glittered, not far from 
the corpse ; the blade was stained with blood. 
A handkerchief, marked with red spots, was 
lying on the edge of the bed. 

Charles recoiled with horror: the body 
lying at his feet extended itself for a moment, 
then shrunk up again ; two or three tremors, 
and that was the end. 

He stooped over the body. There was a 
clean-cut wound on the neck from which the 
blood was flowing and then congealing in a 
black pool on the carpet. The face retained 
an expression of extreme terror. 

"Some one has killed him!" he muttered, 
i some one has killed him ! 

Then he shuddered at the thought that 
there might be another dreadful crime. Did 
not the baron s secretary sleep in the ad 
joining room? Had not the assassin killed 
her also ? He opened the door ; the room was 
empty. He concluded that Antoinette had 
been abducted, or else she had gone away 
before the crime. He returned to the baron s 
chamber, his glance falling on the secretary, 
he noticed that that article of furniture re 
mained intact. Then, he saw upon a table, 
beside a bunch of keys and a pocket-book 


that the baron placed there every night, a 
handful of golden louis. Charles seized the 
pocket-book, opened it, and found some bank 
notes. He counted them; there were thirteen 
notes of one hundred francs each. 

Instinctively, mechanically, he put the 
bank-notes in his pocket, rushed down the 
stairs, drew the bolt, unhooked the chain, 
closed the door behind him, and fled to the 



Charles was an honest man. He had 
scarcely left the gate, when, cooled by the 
night air and the rain, he came to a sudden 
halt. Now, he saw his action in its true light, 
and it filled him with horror. He hailed a 
passing cab, and said to the driver : 

4 * Go to the police-office, and bring the com 
missary. Hurry ! There has been a murder 
in that house. " 

The cab-driver whipped his horse. Charles 
wished to return to the house, but found the 
gate locked. He had closed it himself when 
he came out, and it could not be opened from 
the outside. On the other hand, it was use 
less to ring, as there was no one in the house. 

It was almost an hour before the arrival of 
the police. When they came, Charles told 


his story and handed the bank-notes to the 
commissary. A locksmith was summoned, 
and, after considerable difficulty, he suc 
ceeded in forcing open the garden gate and 
the vestibule door. The commissary of po 
lice entered the room first, but, immediately, 
turned to Charles and said : 

"You told me that the room was in the 
greatest disorder. " 

Charles stood at the door, amazed, be 
wildered; all the furniture had been re 
stored to its accustomed place. The small 
table was standing between the two windows, 
the chairs were upright, and the clock was on 
the centre of the mantel. The debris of the 
candelabra had been removed. 

"Where is ... Monsieur le Baron?" 
stammered Charles. 

"That s so!" exclaimed the officer, "where 
is the victim?" 

He approached the bed, and drew aside a 
large sheet, under which reposed the Baron 
d Hautrec, formerly French Ambassador at 
Berlin. Over him, lay his military coat, 
adorned with the Cross of Honor. His fea 
tures were calm. His eyes were closed. 

"Some one has been here," said Charles. 

"How did they get in?" 


"I don t know, but some one has been here 
during my absence. There was a stiletto 
on the floor there! And a handkerchief, 
stained with blood, on the bed. They are not 
here now. They have been carried away. 
And some one has put the room in order." 

"Who would do that!" 

"The assassin." 

"But we found all the doors locked." 

"He must have remained in the house." 

"Then he must be here yet, as you were 
in front of the house all the time." 

Charles reflected a moment, then said, 
slowly : 

"Yes . . . of course . . . I didn t 
go away from the gate." 

"Who was the last person you saw with 
the baron?" 

"Mademoiselle Antoinette, his secretary." 

What has become of her ! 

"I don t know. Her bed wasn t occupied, 
so she must have gone out. I am not sur 
prised at that, as she is young and pretty." 

"But how could she leave the house?" 

"By the door," said Charles. 

"But you had bolted and chained it." 

"Yes, but she must have left before that" 


"And the crime was committed after her 
departure ? 

"Of course," said the servant. 

The house was searched from cellar to 
garret, but the assassin had fled. How? And 
when ! Was it he or an accomplice who had 
returned to the scene of the crime and re 
moved everything that might furnish a clue 
to his identity? Such were the questions the 
police were called upon to solve. 

The coroner came at seven o clock; and, 
at eight o clock, Mon. Dudouis, the head of 
the detective service, arrived on the scene. 
They were followed by the Procureur of the 
Eepublic and the investigating magistrate. 
In addition to these officials, the house was 
overrun with policemen, detectives, news 
paper reporters, photographers, and rela 
tives and acquaintances of the murdered 

A thorough search was made ; they studied 
out the position of the corpse according to 
the information furnished by Charles; they 
questioned Sister Auguste when she arrived ; 
but they discovered nothing new. Sister 
Auguste was astonished to learn of the dis 
appearance of Antoinette Brehat. She had 
engaged the young girl twelve days before, 


on excellent recommendations, and refused to 
believe that she would neglect her duty by 
leaving the house during the night. 

"But, you see, she hasn t returned yet," 
said the magistrate, "and we are still con 
fronted with the question : What has become 
of her!" 

"I think she was abducted by the as 
sassin," said Charles. 

The theory was plausible, and was borne 
out by certain facts. Mon. Dudouis agreed 
with it. He said: 

"Abducted! ma foi! that is not im 

"Not only improbable," said a voice, "but 
absolutely opposed to the facts. There is not 
a particle of evidence to support such a 

The voice was harsh, the accent sharp, and 
no one was surprised to learn that the 
speaker was Ganimard. In no one else, 
would they tolerate such a domineering tone, 

"Ah! it is you, Ganimard!" exclaimed 
Mon. Dudouis. "I had not seen you before." 

"I have been here since two o clock." 

"So you are interested in some things out 
side of lottery ticket number 514, the affair 


of the rue Clapeyron, the blonde lady and 
Arsene Lupin ?" 

"Ha-ha!" laughed the veteran detective. 
"I would not say that Lupin is a stranger to 
the present case. But let us forget the affair 
of the lottery ticket for a few moments, and 

try to unravel this new mystery." 


Ganimard is not one of those celebrated de 
tectives whose methods will create a school, 
or whose name will be immortalized in the 
criminal annals of his country. He is devoid 
of those flashes of genius which characterize 
the work of Dupin, Lecoq and Sherlock 
Holmes. Yet, it must be admitted, he pos 
sesses superior qualities of observation, sa 
gacity, perseverance and even intuition. His 
merit lies in his absolute independence. Noth 
ing troubles or influences him, except, perhaps, 
a sort of fascination that Arsene Lupin holds 
over him. However that may be, there is no 
doubt that his position on that morning, in 
the house of the late Baron d Hautrec, was 
one of undoubted superiority, and his col 
laboration in the case was appreciated and 
desired by the investigating magistrate. 

"In the first place," said Ganimard, "I 
will ask Monsieur Charles to be very par- 


ticular on one point: He says that, on the 
occasion of his first visit to the room, various 
articles of furniture were overturned and 
strewn about the place; now, I ask him 
whether, on his second visit to the room, he 
found all those articles restored to their ac 
customed places I mean, of course, correctly 

"Yes, all in their proper places/ replied 

"It is obvious, then, that the person who 
replaced them must have been familiar with 
the location of those articles. 9 

The logic of this remark was apparent to 
his hearers. Ganimard continued: 

"One more question, Monsieur Charles. 
You were awakened by the ringing of your 
bell. Now, who, do you think, rang it ! " 

"Monsieur le baron, of course." 

"When could he ring it?" 

"After the struggle . . . when he was 

"Impossible; because you found him lying, 
unconscious, at a point more than foul- 
metres from the bell-button." 

"Then he must have rung during the 

"Impossible," declared Ganimard, "since 


the ringing, as you have said, was continu 
ous and uninterrupted, and lasted seven or 
eight seconds. Do you think his antagonist 
would have permitted him to ring the bell in 
that leisurely manner ? 

"Well, then, it was before the attack." 

"Also, quite impossible, since you have 
told us that the lapse of time between the 
ringing of the bell and your entrance to the 
room was not more than three minutes. 
Therefore, if the baron rang before the at 
tack, we are forced to the conclusion that 
the struggle, the murder and the flight of the 
assassin, all occurred within the short space 
of three minutes. I repeat: that is impos 

"And yet," said the magistrate, "some 
one rang. If it were not the baron, who was 

"The murderer." 

"For what purpose?" 

"I do not know. But the fact that he did 
ring proves that he knew that the bell com 
municated with the servant s room. Now, 
who would know that, except an inmate of the 

Ganimard was drawing the meshes of his 
net closer and tighter. In a few clear and 


logical sentences, lie had unfolded and de 
fined his theory of the crime, so that it 
seemed quite natural when the magistrate 

"As I understand it, Ganimard, you 
suspect the girl Antoinette Brehat?" 

"I do not suspect her; I accuse her." 

"You accuse her of being an accomplice ?" 

"I accuse her of having killed Baron 
d Hautrec." 

* Nonsense ! What proof have you f 

"The handful of hair I found in the right 
hand of the victim." 

He produced the hair ; it was of a beautiful 
blond color, and glittered like threads of gold. 
Charles looked at it, and said : 

"That is Mademoiselle Antoinette s hair. 
There can be no doubt of it. And, then, there 
is another thing. I believe that the knife, 
which I saw on my first visit to the room, be 
longed to her. She used it to cut the leaves 
of books." 

A long, dreadful silence followed, as if the 
crime had acquired an additional horror by 
reason of having been committed by a woman. 
At last, the magistrate said : 

"Let us assume, until we are better in 
formed, that the baron was killed by An- 



toinette Brehat. We have yet to learn 
where she concealed herself after the crime, 
how she managed to return after Charles 
left the house, and how she made her escape 
after the arrival of the police. Have you 
formed any opinion on those points Gani- 

"Well, then, where do we stand?" 
Ganimard was embarrassed. Finally, with 
a visible effort, he said : 

"All I can say is that I find in this case the 
same method of procedure as we found in the 
affair of the lottery ticket number 514; the 
same phenomena, which might be termed the 
faculty of disappearing. Antoinette Brehat 
has appeared and disappeared in this house 
as mysteriously as Arsene Lupin entered the 
house of Monsieur Detinan and escaped 
therefrom in the company of the blonde lady. 
"Does that signify anything?" 
"It does to me. I can see a probable con 
nection between those two strange incidents. 
Antoinette Brehat was hired by Sister 
Auguste twelve days ago, that is to say, on 
the day after the blonde Lady so cleverly 
slipped through my fingers. In the second 
place, the hair of the blonde Lady was ex- 


actly of the same brilliant golden hue as the 
hair found in this case." 

"So that, in your opinion, Antoinette 
Brehat " 

"Is the blonde Lady precisely. " 

"And that Lupin had a hand in both 

"Yes, that is my opinion." 

This statement was greeted with an out 
burst of laughter. It came from Mon. Du- 

"Lupin! always Lupin! Lupin is into 
everything; Lupin is everywhere!" 

Yes, Lupin is into everything of any con 
sequence," replied Ganimard, vexed at the 
ridicule of his superior. 

"Well, so far as I see," observed Mon. 
Dudouis, "you have not discovered any 
motive for this crime. The secretary was not 
broken into, nor the pocketbook carried 
away. Even, a pile of gold was left upon the 

"Yes, that is so," exclaimed Ganimard, 
"but the famous diamond!" 

"What diamond?" 

"The blue diamond! The celebrated dia 
mond which formed part of the royal crown 
of France, and which was given by the Duke 


d Aumale to Leonide Lebrun, and, at the 
death of Leonide Lebrun, was purchased by 
the Baron d Hautrec as a souvenir of the 
charming comedienne that he had loved so 
well. That is one of those things that an old 
Parisian, like I, does not forget." 

4 It is obvious that if the blue diamond is 
not found, the motive for the crime is dis 
closed," said the magistrate. But where 
should we search for it?" 

4 On the baron s finger," replied Charles. 
"He always wore the blue diamond on his 
left hand." 

"I saw that hand, and there was only a 
plain gold ring on it," said Ganimard, as he 
approached the corpse. 

"Look in the palm of the hand," replied 
the servant. 

Ganimard opened the stiffened hand. The 
bezel was turned inward, and, in the centre 
of that bezel, the blue diamond shone with all 
its glorious splendor. 

"The deuce!" muttered Ganimard, ab 
solutely amazed, "I don t understand it." 

You will now apologize to Lupin for hav 
ing suspected him, eh?" said Mon. Dudouis, 

Ganimard paused for a moment s reflec- 


tion, and then replied, sententicmsly : 

"It is only when I do not understand 
things that I suspect Arsene Lupin." 

Such were the facts established by the po 
lice on the day after the commission of that 
mysterious crime. Facts that were vague 
and incoherent in themselves, and which 
were not explained by any subsequent dis 
coveries. The movements of Antoinette Bre- 
hat remained as inexplicable as those of the 
blonde Lady, and the police discovered no 
trace of that mysterious creature with the 
golden hair who had killed Baron d Hautrec 
and had failed to take from his finger the 
famous diamond that had once shone in the 

royal crown of France. 


The heirs of the Baron d Hautrec could 
not fail to benefit by such notoriety. They 
established in the house an exhibition of the 
furniture and other objects which were to be 
sold at the auction rooms of Drouot & Co. 
Modern furniture of indifferent taste, vari 
ous objects of no artistic value . . . but, 
in the centre of the room, in a case of purple 
velvet, protected by a glass globe, and 
guarded by two officers, was the famous blue 
diamond ring. 



A large magnificent diamond of incom 
parable purity, and of that indefinite blue 
which the clear water receives from an un 
clouded sky, of that blue which can be de 
tected in the whiteness of linen. Some ad 
mired, some enthused . . . and some 
looked with horror on the chamber of the vic 
tim, on the spot where the corpse had lain, 
on the floor divested of its blood-stained car 
pet, and especially the walls, the unsur- 
mountable walls over which the criminal 
must have passed. Some assured themselves 
that the marble mantel did not move, others 
imagined gaping holes, mouths of tunnels, 
secret connections with the sewers, and the 

The sale of the blue diamond took place at 
the salesroom of Drouot & Co. The place was 
crowded to suffocation, and the bidding was 
carried to the verge of folly. The sale was 
attended by all those who usually appear at 
similar events in Paris; those who buy, and 
those who make a pretense of being able to 
buy; bankers, brokers, artists, women of all 
classes, two cabinet ministers, an Italian 
tenor, an exiled king who, in order to main 
tain his credit, bid, with much ostentation, 
and in a loud voice, as high as one hundred 


thousand francs. One hundred thousand 
francs ! He could offer that sum without any 
danger of his bid being accepted. The Italian 
tenor risked one hundred and fifty thousand, 
and a member of the Comedie-Francaise bid 
one hundred and seventy-five thousand 

When the bidding reached two hundred 
thousand francs, the smaller competitors fell 
out of the race. At two hundred and fifty 
thousand, only two bidders remained in the 
field : Herschrnann, the well-known capitalist, 
the king of gold mines ; and the Countess de 
Crozon, the wealthy American, whose collec 
tion of diamonds and precious stones is 
famed throughout the world. 

"Two hundred and sixty thousand 
. . . two hundred and seventy thousand 
. . . seventy-five . . . eighty" . . . 
exclaimed the auctioneer, as he glanced at the 
two competitors in succession. "Two 
hundred and eighty thousand for madame 
. . . Do I hear any more!" 

"Three hundred thousand, " said Hersch- 

There was a short silence. The countess 
was standing, smiling, but pale from excite 
ment. She was leaning against the back of 


the chair in front of her. She knew, and so 
did everyone present, that the issue of the 
duel was certain ; logically, inevitably, it must 
terminate to the advantage of the capitalist, 
who had untold millions with which to in 
dulge his caprices. However, the countess 
made another bid: 

"Three hundred and five thousand. " 

Another silence. All eyes were now di 
rected to the capitalist in the expectation that 
he would raise the bidding. But Herschmann 
was not paying any attention to the sale ; his 
eyes were fixed on a sheet of paper which he 
held in his right hand, while the other hand 
held a torn envelope. 

" Three hundred and five thousand, ". re 
peated the auctioneer. "Once! . 
Twice! . . . For the last time * .. . 
Do I hear any more! . . . Once! . . .. 
Twice! . . . Am I offered any more? 
Last chance! . . ." 

Herschmann did not move. 

"Third and last time! . . . Sold! "ex 
claimed the auctioneer, as his hammer fell. 

"Four hundred thousand," cried Hersch- 
man, starting up, as if the sound of the ham 
mer had roused him from his stupor. 

Too late; the auctioneer s decision was ir- 


revokable. Some of Herschmann s ac 
quaintances pressed around him. What was 
the matter? Why did he not speak sooner? 
He laughed, and said: 

"Ma foi! I simply forgot in a moment 
of abstraction." 

"That is strange." 

"You see, I just received a letter." 

"And that letter was sufficient " 

"To distract my attention! Yes, for a mo 

Ganimard was there. He had come to wit 
ness the sale of the ring. He stopped one 
of the attendants of the auction room, and 
said : 

"Was it you who carried the letter to Mon 
sieur Herschniann?" 


"Who gave it to you!" 

"A lady." 

"Where is she?" 

"Where is she? . . . She was sitting 
down there . . . the lady who wore a 
thick veil." 

"She has gone?" 

"Yes, just this moment." 

Ganimard hastened to the door, and saw 
the lady descending the stairs. He ran after 


her. A crush of people delayed him at the 
entrance. When he reached the sidewalk, she 
had disappeared. He returned to the auction 
room, accosted Herschmann, introduced him 
self, and enquired about the letter. Hersch 
mann handed it to him. It was carelessly 
scribbled in pencil, in a handwriting un 
known to the capitalist, and contained these 
few words : 

"The blue diamond brings misfortune. Re 
member the Baron d Hautrec." 


The vicissitudes of the blue diamond were 
not yet at an end. Although it had become 
well-known through the murder of the Baron 
d Hautrec and the incidents at the auction- 
rooms, it was six months later that it attained 
even greater celebrity. During the following 
summer, the Countess de Crozon was robbed 
of the famous jewel she had taken so much 
trouble to acquire. 

Let me recall that strange affair, of which 
the exciting and dramatic incidents sent a 
thrill through all of us, and over which I am 
now permitted to throw some light. 

On the evening of August 10, the guests of 
the Count and .Countess de Crozon were as 
sembled in the drawing-room of the mag- 


nificent chateau which overlooks the Bay de 
Somme. To entertain her friends, the 
countess seated herself at the piano to play 
for them, after first placing her jewels on a 
small table near the piano, and, amongst 
them, was the ring of the Baron d Hautrec. 

An hour later, the count and the majority 
of the guests retired, including his two 
cousins and Madame de Eeal, an intimate 
friend of the countess. The latter remained 
in the drawing-room with Herr Bleichen, the 
Austrian consul, and his wife. 

They conversed for a time, and then the 
countess extinguished the large lamp that 
stood on a table in the centre of the room. At 
the same moment, Herr Bleichen extinguished 
the two piano lamps. There was a momen 
tary darkness; then the consul lighted a 
candle, and the three of them retired to their 
rooms. But, as soon as she reached her 
apartment, the countess remembered her 
jewels and sent her maid to get them. When 
the maid returned with the jewels, she placed 
them on the mantel without the countess look 
ing at them. Next day, Madame de Crozon 
found that one of her rings was missing; it 
was the blue diamond ring. 

She informed her husband, and, after talk- 



ing it over, they reached the conclusion that 
the maid was above suspicion, and that the 
guilty party must be Herr Bleichen. 

The count notified the commissary of po 
lice at Amiens, who commenced an investiga 
tion and, discreetly, exercised a strict surveil 
lance over the Austrian consul to prevent his 
disposing of the ring. 

The chateau was surrounded by detectives 
day and night. Two weeks passed without 
incident. Then Herr Bleichen announced his 
intended departure. That day, a formal com 
plaint was entered against him. The police 
made an official examination of his luggage. 
In a small satchel, the key to which was al 
ways carried by the consul himself, they 
found a bottle of dentifrice, and in that bot 
tle they found the ring. 

Madame Bleichen fainted. Her husband 
was placed under arrest. 

Everyone will remember the line of de 
fense adopted by the accused man. He de 
clared that the ring must have been placed 
there by the Count de Crozen as an act of 
revenge. He said: 

"The count is brutal and makes his wife 
very unhappy. She consulted me, and I ad 
vised her to get a divorce. The count heard 


of it in some way, and, to be revenged on rne, 
he took the ring and placed it in my satchel." 

The count and countess persisted in press 
ing the charge. Between the explanation 
which they gave and that of the consul, both 
equally possible and equally probable, the 
public had to choose. No new fact was dis 
covered to turn the scale in either direction. 
A month of gossip, conjectures and investi 
gations failed to produce a single ray of 

Wearied of the excitement and notoriety, 
and incapable of securing the evidence neces 
sary to sustain their charge against the con 
sul, the count and countess at last sent to 
Paris for a detective competent to unravel 
the tangled threads of this mysterious skein. 
This brought Ganimard into the case. 

For four days, the veteran detective 
searched the house from top to bottom, ex 
amined every foot of the ground, had long 
conferences with the maid, the chauffeur, the 
gardeners, the employees in the neighboring 
post-offices, visited the rooms that had been 
occupied by the various guests. Then, one 
morning, he disappeared without taking 
leave of his host or hostess. But a week later, 
they received this telegram: 



"Please coine to the Japanese Tea-room, 
rue Boissy d Anglas, tomorrow, Friday, 

evening at five o clock. Ganimard." 

* * * * * 

At five o clock, Friday evening, their auto 
mobile stopped in front of number nine rue 
Boissy-d Anglas. The old detective was 
standing on the sidewalk, waiting for them. 
Without a word, he conducted them to the 
first floor of the Japanese Tea-room. In one 
of the rooms, they met two men, whom Gani- 
mard introduced in these words: 

4 Monsieur Gerbois, professor in the Col 
lege of Versailles, from whom, you will re 
member, Arsene Lupin stole half a million; 
Monsieur Leonce d Hautrec, nephew and sole 
legatee of the Baron d Hautrec." 

A few minutes later, another man arrived. 
It was Mon. Dudouis, head of the detective 
service, and he appeared to be in a particu 
larly bad temper. He bowed, and then said: 

"What s the trouble now, Ganimard! I 
received your telephone message asking me 
to come here. Is it anything of conse 
quence ? 

k Yes, chief, it is a very important matter. 
Within an hour, the last two cases to which 
I was assigned will have their denouement 


here. It seemed to me that your presence was 

"And also the presence of Dieuzy and 
Folenfant, whom I noticed standing near the 
door as I came in!" 

"Yes, chief." 

"For what! Are you going to make an 
arrest, and you wish to do it with a flourish ! 
Come, Ganimard, I am anxious to hear about 

Ganimard hesitated a moment, then spoke 
with the obvious intention of making an im 
pression on his hearers : 

"In the first place, I wish to state that 
Herr Bleichen had nothing to do with the 
theft of the ring." 

"Oh! oh!" exclaimed Mon. Dudouis, "that 
is a bold statement and a very serious one." 

"And is that all you have discovered?" 
asked the Count de Crozon. 

"Not at all. On the second day after 
the theft, three of your guests went on an 
automobile trip as far as Crecy. Two of them 
visited the famous battle-field; and, while 
they were there, the third party paid a hasty 
visit to the post-office, and mailed a small 
box, tied and sealed according to the regula- 


tions, and declared its value to be one 
hundred francs." 

* I see nothing strange in that," said the 

" Perhaps you will see something strange 
in it when I tell you that this person, in place 
of giving her true name, sent the box under 
the name of Eousseau, and the person to 
whom it was addressed, a certain Monsieur 
Beloux of Paris, moved his place of residence 
immediately after receiving the box, in other 
words, the ring." 

"I presume you refer to one of my cousins 
d Andelle!" 

"No," replied Ganimard. 

"Madame de Real, then?" 


"You accuse my friend, Madam de Real?" 
cried the countess, shocked and amazed. 

"I wish to ask you one question, madame," 
said Ganimard. "Was Madam de Real 
present when you purchased the ring?" 

* Yes, but we did not go there together. 

"Did she advise you to buy the ring?" 

The countess considered for a moment, 
then said: 

"Yes, I think she mentioned it first " 
Thank you, madame. Your answer 

i i 


establishes the fact that it was Madame de 
Real who was the first to mention the ring, 
and it was she who advised you to buy it." 

"But, I consider my friend is quite in 
capable " 

"Pardon me, countess, when I remind you 
that Madame de Eeal is only a casual ac 
quaintance and not your intimate friend, as 
the newspapers have announced. It was only 
last winter that you met her for the first 
time. Now, I can prove that everything she 
has told you about herself, her past life, and 
her relatives, is absolutely false; that 
Madame Blanche de Real had no actual ex 
istence before she met you, and she has now 
ceased to exist." 


"Well?" replied Ganimard. 

"Your story is a very strange one," said 
the countess, "but it has no application to 
our case. If Madame de Real had taken the 
ring, how do you explain the fact that it was 
found in Herr Bleichen s tooth-powder? 
Anyone who would take the risk and trouble 
of stealing the blue diamond would certainly 
keep it. What do you say to that?" 

"I nothing but Madame de Real will 
answer it." 


"Oh! she does exist, then!" 

44 She does and does not. I will explain 
in a few words. Three days ago, while read 
ing a newspaper, I glanced over the list of 
hotel arrivals at Trouvilie, and there I read : 
Hotel Beaurivage Madame de Real, etc. 
I went to Trouvilie immediately, and inter 
viewed the proprietor of the hotel. 

From the description and other informa 
tion I received from him, I concluded that she 
was the very Madame de Real that I was 
seeking ; but she had left the hotel, giving her 
address in Paris as number three rue de 
Colisee. The day before yesterday I went to 
that address, and learned that there was no 
person there called Madame de Real, but 
there was a Madame Real, living on the sec 
ond floor, who acted as a diamond broker and 
was frequently away from home. She had re 
turned from a journey on the preceding even 
ing. Yesterday, I called on her and, under an 
assumed name, I offered to act as an inter 
medium in the sale of some diamonds to cer 
tain wealthy friends of mine. She is to meet 
me here today to carry out that arrange 

What ! You expect her to come here ! 

" Yes, at half-past five." 


i Are you sure it is she ? 

"Madame de Beal of the Chateau de Cro- 
zon? Certainly. I have convincing evidence 
of that fact. But ... listen! ... I 
hear Folenf ant s signal." 

It was a whistle. Ganimard arose quickly. 

"There is no time to lose. Monsieur and 
Madame de Crozon, will you be kind enough 
to go into the next room. You also, Monsieur 
d Hautrec, and you, Monsieur Gerbois. The 
door will remain open, and when I give the 
signal, you will come out. Of course, Chief, 
you will remain here." 

"We may be disturbed by other people," 
said Mon. Dudouis. 

1 1 No. This is a new establishment, and the 
proprietor is one of my friends. He will not 
let anyone disturb us except the blonde 

t The blonde Lady ! What do you mean ! 

"Yes, the blonde Lady herself, chief; the 
friend and accomplice of Arsene Lupin, the 
mysterious blonde Lady against whom I hold 
convincing evidence ; but, in addition to that, 
I wish to confront her with all the people she 
has robbed. 

He looked through the window. 

"I see her. She is coming in the door now. 


She can t escape: Folenfant and Dieuzy are 
guarding the door . . . The blonde Lady 
is captured at last, Chief!" 

A moment later a woman appeared at the 
door; she was tall and slender, with a very 
pale complexion and bright golden hair. Gani- 
mard trembled with excitement ; he could not 
move, nor utter a word. She was there, in 
front of him, at his mercy ! What a victory 
over Arsene Lupin! And what a revenge! 
And, at the same time, the victory was such 
an easy one that he asked himself if the 
blonde Lady would not yet slip through his 
fingers by one of those miracles that usually 
terminated the exploits of Arsene Lupin. She 
remained standing near the door, surprised at 
the silence, and looked about her without any 
display of suspicion or fear. 

She will get away ! She will disappear ! 
thought Ganimard. 

Then he managed to get between her and 
the door. She turned to go out. 

"No, no!" he said. "Why are you going 

"Really, monsieur, I do not understand 
what this means. Allow me " 

"There is no reason why you should go, 


madame, and very good reasons why you 
should remain. " 

"But " 

"It is useless, madame. You cannot go." 

Trembling, she sat on a chair, and stam 
mered : 

i What is it you want !" 

Ganimard had won the battle and captured 
the blonde Lady. He said to her : 

" Allow me to present the friend I men 
tioned, who desires to purchase some dia 
monds. Have you procured the stones you 
promised to bring f " 

"No no I don t know. I don t remem 

"Come! Jog your memory! A person 
of your acquaintance intended to send you a 
tinted stone. . . . Something like the blue 
diamond, I said, laughing; and you replied: 
4 Exactly, I expect to have just what you 
want. Do you remember?" 

She made no reply. A small satchel fell 
from her hand. She picked it up quickly, 
and held it securely. Her hands trembled 

"Come!" said Ganimard, "I see you have 
no confidence in us, Madame de Real. I shall 


set you a good example by showing you what 
I have." 

He took from his pocketbook a paper which 
he unfolded, and disclosed a lock of hair. 

* * These are a few hairs torn from the head 
of Antoinette Brehat by the Baron d Hautrec, 
which I found clasped in his dead hand. I 
have shown them to Mile. Gerbois, who de 
clares they are of the exact color of the hair 
of the blonde Lady. Besides, they are exactly 
the color of your hair the identical color. 

Madame Real looked at him in bewilder 
ment, as if she did not understand his mean 
ing. He continued : 

"And here are two perfume bottles, with 
out labels, it is true, and empty, but still suf 
ficiently impregnated with their odor to 
enable Mile. Gerbois to recognize in them the 
perfume used by that blonde Lady who was 
her traveling companion for two weeks. Now, 
one of these bottles was found in the room 
that Madame de Real occupied at the chateau 
de Crozon, and the other in the room that you 
occupied at the Hotel Beaurivage." 

"What do you say? ... The blonde 
Lady . . . the chateau de Crozon. . . . " 

The detective did not reply. He took from 
his pocket and placed on the table, side by 


side, four small sheets of paper. Then he 

i I have, on these four pieces of paper, vari 
ous specimens of handwriting ; the first is the 
writing of Antoinette Brehat ; the second was 
written by the woman who sent the note to 
Baron Herschmann at the auction sale of the 
blue diamond ; the third is that of Madame de 
Eeal, written while she was stopping at the 
chateau de Crozon; and the fourth is your 
handwriting, madame ... it is your 
name and address, which you gave to the 
porter of the Hotel Beaurivage at Trouville. 
Now, compare the four handwritings. They 
are identical." 

"What absurdity is this? Eeally, mon 
sieur, I do not understand. What does it 

"It means, madame," exclaimed Ganimard, 
"that the blonde Lady, the friend and ac 
complice of Arsene Lupin, is none other than 
you, Madame Real." 

Ganimard went to the adjoining room and 
returned with Mon. Gerbois, whom he placed 
in front of Madame Eeal, as he said : 

* t Monsieur Gerbois, is this the person who 
abducted your daughter, the woman you saw 
at the house of Monsieur Detinanf" 




Ganimard was so surprised that lie could 
not speak for a moment ; finally, he said : 

"No? . . . You must be mistaken. 

"I am not mistaken. Madame is blonde, 
it is true, and in that respect resembles the 
blonde Lady ; but, in all other respects, she is 
totally different. " 

"I can t believe it. You must be mis 

Ganimard called in his other witnesses. 

"Monsieur d Hautrec," he said, "do you 
recognize Antoinette Brehat?" 

"No, this is not the person I saw at my 
uncle s house." 

This woman is not Madame de Real, de 
clared the Count de Crozon. 

That was the finishing touch. Ganimard 
was crushed. He was buried beneath the 
ruins of the structure he had erected with 
so much care and assurance. His pride was 
humbled, his spirit was broken, by the force 
of this unexpected blow. 

Mon. Dudouis arose, and said: 

"We owe you an apology, madame, for this 
unfortunate mistake. But, since your ar 
rival here, I have noticed your nervous agi- 


tation. Something troubles you; may I ask 
what it is!" 

"Mon Dieu, monsieur, I was afraid. My 
satchel contains diamonds to the value of a 
hundred thousand francs, and the conduct of 
your friend was rather suspicious." 

44 But you were frequently absent from 
Paris. How do you explain that?" 

"I make frequent journeys to other cities 
in the course of my business. That is all. 

Mon. Dudouis had nothing more to ask. 
He turned to his subordinate, and said : 

4 Your investigation has been very super 
ficial, Ganimard, and your conduct toward 
this lady is really deplorable. You will come 
to my office tomorrow and explain it." 

The interview was at an end, and Mon. Du 
douis was about to leave the room when a 
most annoying incident occurred. Madame 
Real turned to Ganimard, and said: 

"I understand that you are Monsieur Gani 
mard. Am I right!" 


"Then, this letter must be for you. I re 
ceived it this morning. It was addressed to 
Mon. Justin Ganimard, care of Madame 
Real/ I thought it was a joke, because I did 
not know you under that name, but it ap- 


pears that your unknown correspondent 
knew of our rendezvous. 

Ganimard was inclined to put the letter in 
Lis pocket unread, but he dared not do so in 
the presence of his superior, so he opened the 
envelope and read the letter aloud, in an al 
most inaudible tone : 

"Once upon a time, there were a blonde 
Lady, a Lupin, and a Ganimard. Now, the 
wicked Ganimard had evil designs on the 
pretty blonde Lady, and the good Lupin was 
her friend and protector. When the good 
Lupin wished the blonde Lady to become the 
friend of the Countess de Crozon, he caused 
her to assume the name of Madame de Real, 
which is a close resemblance to the name of a 
certain diamond broker, a woman with a pale 
complexion and golden hair. And the good 
Lupin said to himself: If ever the wicked 
Ganimard gets upon the track of the blonde 
Lady, how useful it will be to me if he should 
be diverted to the track of the honost dia 
mond broker. A wise precaution that has 
borne good fruit. A little note sent to the 
newspaper read by the wicked Ganimard, a 
perfume bottle intentionally forgotten by the 
genuine blonde Lady at the Hotel Beaurivage, 
the name and address of Madame Real writ- 


ten on the hotel register by the genuine 
blonde Lady, and the trick is played. What 
do you think of it, Ganimard? I wished to 
tell you the true story of this affair, knowing 
that you would be the first to laugh over it. 
Really, it is quite amusing, and I have en 
joyed it very much. 

"Accept my best wishes, dear friend, and 
give my kind regards to the worthy Mon. Du- 
douis. " ARSENE LUPIN." 

"He knows every thing, " muttered Gani 
mard, but he did not see the humor of the 
situation as Lupin had predicted. "He 
knows some things I have never mentioned 
to any one. How could he find out that I was 
going to invite you here, chief? How could he 
know that I had found the first perfume bot 
tle? How could he find out those things ?" 

He stamped his feet and tore his hair 
a prey to the most tragic despair. Mon. Du- 
douis felt sorry for him, and said : 

"Come, Ganimard, never mind; try to do 
better next time." 

And Mon. Dudouis left the room, accom 
panied by Madame Seal. 


During the next ten minutes, Ganimard 
read and re-read the letter of Arsene Lupin. 


Monsieur and Madame de Crozon, Monsieur 
d Hautrec and Monsieur Gerbois were hold 
ing an animated discussion in a corner of the 
room. At last, the count approached the de 
tective, and said: 

; My dear monsieur , after your investiga 
tion, we are no nearer the truth than we were 
before. 7 

"Pardon me, but my investigation has es 
tablished these facts: that the blonde Lady 
is the mysterious heroine of these exploits, 
and that Arsene Lupin directed them. 

" Those facts do not solve the mystery; in 
fact, they render it more obscure. The blonde 
Lady commits a murder in order to steal the 
blue diamond, and yet she does not steal it. 
Afterward she steals it and gets rid of it by 
secretly giving it to another person. How do 
you explain her strange conduct 1 

I cannot explain it. 

"Of course; but, perhaps, someone else 


The Count hesitated, so the Countess re 
plied, frankly: 

"There is only one man besides yourself 
who is competent to enter the arena with 
Arsene Lupin and overcome him. Have you 


any objection to our engaging the services of 
Herlock Sholmes in this case!" 

Ganimard was vexed at the question, but 
stammered a reply: 

"No . . . but ... I do not under 
stand what 

"Let me explain. All this mystery annoys 
me. I wish to have it cleared up. Monsieur 
Gerbois and Monsieur d Hautrec have the 
same desire, and we have agreed to send for 
the celebrated English detective. 

"You are right, madame," replied the de 
tective, with a loyalty that did him credit, 
"you are right. Old Ganimard is not able to 
overcome Arsene Lupin. But will Herlock 
Sholmes succeed? I hope so, as I have the 
greatest admiration for him. But ... it 
is improbable. 

"Do you mean to say that he will not suc 
ceed! " 

"That is my opinion. I can foresee the re 
sult of a duel between Herlock Sholmes and 
Arsene Lupin. The Englishman will be de 

"But, in any event, can we count on your 
assistance? " 

"Quite so, madame. I shall be pleased to 


render Monsieur Sholmes all possible assist 


Do you know his address 1 

"Yes; 219 Parker street." 

44 That evening Monsieur and Madame de 
Crozon withdrew the charge they had made 
against Herr Bleichen, and a joint letter was 
addressed to Herlock Sholmes. 



HAT does monsieur wish?" 

Anything, J replied Arsene Lupin, 
like a man who never worries over 
the details of a meal; "anything you like, but 
no meat or alcohol. 

The waiter walked away, disdainfully. 

"What! still a vegetarian?" I exclaimed. 

"More so than ever," replied Lupin. 

"Through taste, faith, or habit!" 


"And do you never fall from grace?" 

"Oh! yes . . . when I am dining out 
. . . and wish to avoid being considered ec 

We were dining near the Northern Eail- 
way station, in a little restaurant to which 
Arsene Lupin had invited me. Frequently 
he would send me a telegram asking me to 
meet him in some obscure restaurant, where 
we could enjoy a quiet dinner, well served, 
and which was always made interesting to 



me by his recital of some startling adventure 
theretofore unknown to me. 

On that particular evening he appeared to 
be in a more lively mood than usual. He 
laughed and joked with careless animation, 
and with that delicate sarcasm that was ha 
bitual with him a light and spontaneous 
sarcasm that was quite free from any tinge 
of malice. It was a pleasure to find him in 
that jovial mood, and I could not resist the 
desire to tell him so. 

Ah ! yes, he exclaimed, * i there are days 
in which I find life as bright and gay as a 
spring morning; then life seems to be an in 
finite treasure which I can never exhaust. 
And yet God knows I lead a careless exist 
ence ! 

"Too much so, perhaps/ 

" Ah ! but I tell you, the treasure is infinite. 
I can spend it with a lavish hand. I can cast 
my youth and strength to the four winds of 
Heaven, and it is replaced by a still younger 
and greater force. Besides, my life is so 
pleasant ! ... If I wished to do so, I might 
become what shall I say? . . . An orator, 
a manufacturer, a politician. . . . But, I 
assure you, I shall never have such a desire. 
Arsene Lupin, I am; Arsene Lupin, I shall 


remain. I have made a vain search in his 
tory to find a career comparable to mine; a 
life better filled or more intense. . . . Na 
poleon? Yes, perhaps. . . . But Napoleon, 
toward the close of his career, when all 
Europe was trying to crush him, asked him 
self on the eve of each battle if it would not 
be his last." 

Was he serious! Or was he joking! He 
became more animated as he proceeded : 

"That is everything, do you understand, 
the danger! The continuous feeling of dan 
ger ! To breathe it as you breathe the air, to 
scent it in every breath of wind, to detect it 
in every unusual sound. . . . And, in the 
midst of the tempest, to remain calm . . . 
and not to stmuble ! Otherwise, you are lost. 
There is only one sensation equal to it: that 
of the chauffeur in an automobile race. But 
that race lasts only a few hours; my race 
continues until death ! 

4 < What fantasy ! " I exclaimed. And you 
wish me to believe that you have no particu 
lar motive for your adoption of that exciting 

"Come," he said, with a smile, "you are a 
clever psychologist. Work it out for your 



He poured himself a glass of water, drank 
it, and said: 

"Did you read Le Temps to-day?" 


"Herlock Sholmes crossed the Channel this 
afternoon, and arrived in Paris about six 
o clock." 

4 The deuce ! What is he coming for ? 

"A little journey he has undertaken at the 
request of the Count and Countess of Crozon, 
Monsieur Gerhois, and the nephew of Baron 
d Hautrec. They met him at the Northern 
Eailway station, took him to meet Ganimard, 
and, at this moment, the six of them are hold 
ing a consultation." 

Despite a strong temptation to do so, I had 
never ventured to question Arsene Lupin con 
cerning any action of his private life, unless 
he had first mentioned the subject to me. Up 
to that moment his name had not been men 
tioned, at least officially, in connection with 
the blue diamond. Consequently, I consumed 
my curiosity in patience. He continued : 

"There is also in Le Temps an interview 
with my old friend Ganimard, according to 
whom a certain blonde lady, who should be 
my friend, must have murdered the Baron 
d Hautrec and tried to rob Madame de 


Crozon of her famous ring. And what do 
you think? he accuses me of being the in 
stigator of those crimes/ 

I could not suppress a slight shudder. Was 
this true? Must I believe that his career of 
theft, his mode of existence, the logical result 
of such a life, had drawn that man into more 
serious crimes, including murder? I looked 
at him. He was so calm, and his eyes had 
such a frank expression! I observed his 
hands: they had been formed from a model 
of exceeding delicacy, long and slender; inof 
fensive, truly ; and the hands of an artist. . . 

"Ganimard has pipe-dreams," I said. 

"No, no!" protested Lupin. "Ganimard 
has some cleverness ; and, at times, almost in 


"Yes. For instance, that interview is a 
master-stroke. In the first place, he an 
nounces the coming of his English rival in 
order to put me on my guard, and make his 
task more difficult. In the second place, he 
indicates the exact point to which he has con 
ducted the affair in order that Sholmes will 
not get credit for the work already done by 
Ganimard. That is good warfare." 

"Whatever it may be, you have two ad- 


versaries to deal with, and such adversa 

"Oh! one of them doesn t count. " 

"And the other!" 

"Sholmes? Oh! I confess he is a worthy 
foe; and that explains my present good hu 
mor. In the first place, it is a question of 
self-esteem; I am pleased to know that they 
consider me a subject worthy the attention 
of the celebrated English detective. In the 
next place, just imagine the pleasure a man, 
such as I, must experience in the thought of 
a duel with Herlock Sholmes. But I shall be 
obliged to strain every muscle ; he is a clever 
fellow, and will contest every inch of the 

"Then you consider him a strong op 

"I do. As a detective, I believe, he has 
never had an equal. But I have one advan 
tage over him; he is making the attack and 
I am simply defending myself. My role is 
the easier one. Besides, I am familiar with 
his method of warfare, and he does not know 
mine. I am prepared to show him a few new 
tricks that will give him something to think 

He tapped the table with his fingers as he 


uttered the following sentences, with an air 
of keen delight : 

"Arsene Lupin against Herlock Sholmes. 
. . . France against England. . . . Tra 
falgar will be revenged at last. ... Ah! 
the rascal ... he doesn t suspect that I 
am prepared . . . and a Lupin warned 

He stopped suddenly, seized with a fit of 
coughing, and hid his face in his napkin, as if 
something had stuck in his throat. 

"A bit of bread! " I inquired. " Drink 
some water. 

"No, it isn t that," he replied, in a stifled 

"Then, what is it!" 

"The want of air." 

"Do you wish a window opened?" 

"No, I shall go out. Give me my hat and 
overcoat, quick ! I must go. " 

"What s the matter?" 

The two gentlemen who came in just now. 
. . . Look at the taller one . . . now, 
when we go out, keep to my left, so he will 
not see me." 

"The one who is sitting behind you?" 

"Yes. I will explain it to you, outside." 

"Who is it?" 

"Herlock Sholmes." 


He made a desperate effort to control him 
self, as if he were ashamed of his emotion, 
replaced his napkin, drank a glass of water, 
and, quite recovered, said to me, smiling: 

"It is strange, hein, that I should be af 
fected so easily, but that unexpected sight " 

"What have you to fear, since no one can 
recognize you, on account of your many 
transformations I Every time I see you it 
seems to me your face is changed; it s not at 
all familiar. I don t know why." 

4 But he would recognize me," said Lupin. 
4 i He has seen me only once ; but, at that time, 
he made a mental photograph of me not of 
my external appearance but of my very soul 
not what I appear to be but just what I am. 
Do you understand! And then . . . and 
then ... I did not expect to meet him 
here. . . . Such a strange encounter! . . . 
in this little restaurant . . . " 

Well, shall we go out!" 

"No, not now," said Lupin. 

* What are you going to do ? " 

4 The better way is to act frankly ... to 
have confidence in him trust him ..." 

"You will not speak to him?" 

"Why not? It will be to my advantage to 
do so, and find out what he knows, and, per- 


haps, what he thinks. At present I have the 
feeling that his gaze is on my neck and 
shoulders, and that he is trying to remember 
where he has seen them before. 

He reflected a moment. I observed a ma 
licious smile at the corner of his mouth ; then, 
obedient, I think, to a whim of his impulsive 
nature, and not to the necessities of the situ 
ation, he arose, turned around, and, with a 
bow and a joyous air, he said : 

"By what lucky chance? Ah! I am de 
lighted to see you. Permit me to introduce 
a friend of mine." 

For a moment the Englishman was discon 
certed; then he made a movement as if he 
would seize Arsene Lupin. The latter shook 
his head, and said : 

"That would not be fair; besides, the 
movement would be an awkward one and 
. . . quite useless." 

The Englishman looked about him, as if in 
search of assistance. 

"No use," said Lupin. "Besides, are you 
quite sure you can place your hand on me! 
Come, now, show me that you are a real Eng 
lishman and, therefore, a good sport. 

This advice seemed to commend itself to 


the detective, for lie partially rose and said, 
very formally: 

i Monsieur Wilson, my friend and assistant 
-Monsieur Arsene Lupin. " 

Wilson s amazement evoked a laugh. With 
bulging eyes and gaping mouth, he looked 
from one to the other, as if unable to compre 
hend the situation. Herlock Sholmes laughed 
and said : 

"Wilson, you should conceal your aston 
ishment at an incident which is one of the 
most natural in the world. 

"Why do you not arrest him?" stammered 

"Have you not observed, Wilson, that the 
gentleman is between me and the door, and 
only a few steps from the door. By the time 
I could move my little finger he would be 

"Don t let that make any difference," said 
Lupin, who now walked around the table and 
seated himself so that the Englishman was 
between him and the door thus placing him 
self at the mercy of the foreigner. 

Wilson looked at Sholmes to find out if he 
had the right to admire this act of wanton 
courage. The Englishman s face was im 
penetrable ; but, a moment later, he called : 


" Waiter !" 

When the waiter came he ordered soda, 
beer and whisky. The treaty of peace was 
signed until further orders. In a few mo 
ments the four men were conversing in an 

apparently friendly manner. 


Herlock Sholmes is a man such as you 
might meet every day in the business world. 
He is about fifty years of age, and looks as 
if he might have passed his life in an office, 
adding up columns of dull figures or writing 
out formal statements of business accounts. 
There was nothing to distinguish him from 
the average citizen of London, except the 
appearance of his eyes, his terribly keen and 
penetrating eyes. 

But then he is Herlock Sholmes which 
means that he is a wonderful combination of 
intuition, observation, clairvoyance and in 
genuity. One could readily believe that na 
ture had been pleased to take the two most 
extraordinary detectives that the imagination 
of man has hitherto conceived, the Dupin of 
Edgar Allen Poe and the Lecoq of Emile 
Gaboriau, and, out of that material, con 
structed a new detective, more extraordinary 
and supernatural than either of them. And 
when a person reads the history of his ex- 


ploits, which have made him famous through 
out the entire world, he asks himself whether 
Herlock Sholmes is not a mythical personage, 
a fictitious hero born in the brain of a great 
novelist Conan Doyle, for instance. 

When Arsene Lupin questioned him in re 
gard to the length of his sojourn in France 
he turned the conversation into its proper 
channel by saying: 

" That depends on you, monsieur. " 

"Oh!" exclaimed Lupin, laughing, "if it 
depends on me you can return to England to 

"That is a little too soon, but I expect to 
return in the course of eight or nine days 
ten at the outside. 

"Are you in such a hurry!" 

"I have many cases to attend to; such as 
the robbery of the Anglo-Chinese Bank, the 
abduction of Lady Eccleston. . . . But, 
don t you think, Monsieur Lupin, that I can 
finish my business in Paris within a week!" 

"Certainly, if you confine your efforts to 
the case of the blue diamond. It is, moreover, 
the length of time that I require to make 
preparations for my safety in case the solu 
tion of that affair should give you certain 
dangerous advantages over me. 


"And yet," said the Englishman, "I ex 
pect to close the business in eight or ten 

i And arrest me on the eleventh, perhaps ! 

No, the tenth is my limit. 

Lupin shook his head thoughtfully, as he 

"That will be difficult very difficult." 

"Difficult, perhaps, but possible, therefore 
certain " 

"Absolutely certain/ said Wilson, as if he 
had clearly worked out the long series of op 
erations which would conduct his collaborator 
to the desired result. 

"Of course," said Herlock Sholmes, "I do 
not hold all the trump cards, as these cases 
are already several months old, and I lack 
certain information and clues upon which I 
am accustomed to base my investigations. 

"Such as spots of mud and cigarette 
ashes," said Wilson, with an air of import 

i In addition to the remarkable conclusions 
formed by Monsieur Ganimard, I have ob 
tained all the articles written on the subject, 
and have formed a few deductions of my 

"Some ideas which were suggested to us 



by analysis or hypothesis," added Wilson, 

"I wish to enquire," said Arsene Lupin, 
in that deferential tone which he employed 
in speaking to Sholmes, " would I be indis 
creet if I were to ask you what opinion you 
have formed about the case!" 

Really, it was a most exciting situation to 
see those two men facing each other across 
the table, engaged in an earnest discussion 
as if they were obliged to solve some abstruse 
problem or come to an agreement upon some 
controverted fact. Wilson was in the sev 
enth heaven of delight. Herlock Sholmes 
filled his pipe slowly, lighted it, and said : 

4 This affair is much simpler than it ap 
peared to be at first sight." 

"Much simpler," said Wilson, as a faith 
ful echo. 

"I say . this affair, for, in my opinion, 
there is only one," said Sholmes. "The death 
of the Baron d Hautrec, the story of the 
ring, and, let us not forget, the mystery of 
lottery ticket number 514, are only different 
phases of what one might call the mystery of 
the blonde Lady. Now, according to my 
view, it is simply a question of discovering 
the bond that unites those three episodes in 


the same story the fact which proves the 
unity of the three events. Ganimard, whose 
judgment is rather superficial, finds that 
unity in the faculty of disappearance; that 
is, in the power of coming and going unseen 
and unheard. That theory does not satisfy 

"Well, what is your idea?" asked Lupin. 

i i In my opinion, said Sholmes, i i the char 
acteristic feature of the three episodes is your 
design and purpose of leading the affair into 
a certain channel previously chosen by you. 
It is, on your part, more than a plan ; it is a 
necessity, an indispensable condition of suc 

"Can you furnish any details of your 

i Certainly. For example, from the begin 
ning of your conflict with Monsieur Gerbois, 
is it not evident that the apartment of Mon 
sieur Detinan is the place selected by you, 
the inevitable spot where all the parties must 
meet? In your opinion, it was the only safe 
place, and you arranged a rendezvous there, 
publicly, one might say, for the blonde Lady 
and Mademoiselle Gerbois." 

"The professor s daughter," added Wil 


"Now, let us consider the case of the blue 
diamond. Did you try to appropriate it while 
the Baron d Hautrec possessed it! No. But 
the baron takes his brother s house. Six 
months later we have the intervention of An 
toinette Brehat and the first attempt. The 
diamond escapes you, and the sale is widely 
advertised to take place at the Drouot auc 
tion-rooms. Will it be a free and open sale! 
Is the richest amateur sure to carry off the 
jewel f No. Just as the banker Herschmann 
is on the point of buying the ring, a lady 
sends him a letter of warning, and it is the 
Countess de Crozon, prepared and influenced 
by the same lady, who becomes the purchaser 
of the diamond. Will the ring disappear at 
once ! No ; you lack the opportunity. There 
fore, you must wait. At last the Countess 
goes to her chateau. That is what you were 
waiting for. The ring disappears. " 

* To reappear again in the tooth-powder of 
Herr Bleichen, remarked Lupin. 

" Oh ! such nonsense ! exclaimed Sholmes, 
striking the table with his fist, "don t tell me 
such a fairy tale. I am too old a fox to be 
led away by a false scent." 

"What do you mean!" 

"What do I mean?" said Sholmes, then 


paused a moment as if lie wished to arrange 
his effect. At last he said : 

"The blue diamond that was found in the 
tooth-powder was false. You kept the genu 
ine stone. " 

Arsene Lupin remained silent for a mo- s 
ment ; then, with his eyes fixed on the English 
man, he replied, calmly: 

"You are impertinent, monsieur. " 

"Impertinent, indeed !" repeated Wilson, 
beaming with admiration. 

"Yes," said Lupin, "and, yet, to do you 
credit, you have thrown a strong light on a 
very mysterious subject. Not a magistrate, 
not a special reporter, who has been engaged 
on this case, has come so near the truth. It 
is a marvelous display of intuition and 

"Oh! a person has simply to use his 
brains," said Herlock Sholmes, flattered at 
the homage of the expert criminal. 

"And so few have any brains to use," re 
plied Lupin. "And, now, that the field of 
conjectures has been narrowed down, and the 
rubbish cleared away 

"Well, now, I have simply to discover why 
the three episodes were enacted at 25 rue 
Clapeyron, 134 avenue Henri-Martin, and 



within the walls of the Chateau de Crozon and 
my work will be finished. What remains will 
be child s play. Don t you think so!" 

"Yes, I think you are right." 

* In that case, Monsieur Lupin, am I wrong 
in saying that my business will be finished 
in ten days?" 

"In ten days you will know the whole 
truth," said Lupin. 

"And you will be arrested." 



"In order that I may be arrested there 
must occur such a series of improbable and 
unexpected misfortunes that I cannot admit 
the possibility of such an event." 

"We have a saying in England that the 
unexpected always happens. 

They looked at each other for a moment 
calmly and fearlessly, without any display 
of bravado or malice. They met as equals in 
a contest of wit and skill. And this meeting 
was the formal crossing of swords, prelimi 
nary to the duel. 

"Ah!" exclaimed Lupin, "at last I shall 
have an adversary worthy of the name one 
whose defeat will be the proudest achieve 
ment in my career." 


"Are you not afraid!" asked Wilson. 

"Almost, Monsieur "Wilson," replied Lu 
pin, rising from Ms chair, "and the proof is 
that I am about to make a hasty retreat. 
Then, we will say ten days, Monsieur 

"Yes, ten days. This is Sunday. A week 
from next Wednesday, at eight o clock in the 
evening, it will be all over. 

* And I shall be in prison ! 

"No doubt of it." 

Ha ! not a pleasant outlook for a man who 
gets so much enjoyment out of life as I do. 
No cares, a lively interest in the affairs of 
the world, a justifiable contempt for the po 
lice, and the consoling sympathy of numer 
ous friends and admirers. And now, behold, 
all that is about to be changed ! It is the re 
verse side of the medal. After sunshine 
comes the rain. It is no longer a laughing 
matter. Adieu!" 

"Hurry up !" said Wilson, full of solicitude 
for a person in whom Herlock Sholmes had 
inspired so much respect, "do not lose a min 

"Not a minute, Monsieur Wilson; but I 
wish to express my pleasure at having met 
you, and to tell you how much I envy the 



master in having such a valuable assistant as 
you seem to be." 

Then, after they had courteously saluted 
each other, like adversaries in a duel who en 
tertain no feeling of malice but are obliged to 
fight by force of circumstances, Lupin seized 
me by the arm and drew me outside. 

< What do you think of it, dear boy ! The 
strange events of this evening will form an 
interesting chapter in the memoirs you are 
now preparing for me." 

He closed the door of the restaurant behind 
us, and, after taking a few steps, he stopped 
and said: 

4 Do you smoke!" 

No. Nor do you, it seems to me. 

"You are right, I don t." 

He lighted a cigarette with a wax-match, 
which he shook several times in an effort to 
extinguish it. But he threw away the ciga 
rette immediately, ran across the street, and 
joined two men who emerged from the 
shadows as if called by a signal. He con 
versed with them for a few minutes on the 
opposite sidewalk, and then returned to me. 

"I beg your pardon, but I fear that cursed 
Sholmes is going to give me trouble. But, I 
assure you, he is not yet through with Arsene 


Lupin. He will find out what kind of fuel I 
use to warm my blood. And now au revoir ! 
The genial Wilson is right; there is not a 
moment to lose." 

He walked away rapidly. 

Thus ended the events of that exciting eve 
ning, or, at least, that part of them in which 
I was a participant. Subsequently, during 
the course of the evening, other stirring inci 
dents occurred which have come to my knowl 
edge through the courtesy of other members 

of that unique dinner-party. 


At the very moment in which Lupin left 
me, Herlock Sholmes rose from the table, and 
looked at his watch. 

"Twenty minutes to nine. At nine o clock 
I am to meet the Count and Countess at the 
railway station. 

Then, we must be off ! exclaimed Wilson, 
between two drinks of whisky. 

They left the restaurant. 

"Wilson, don t look behind. We may be 
followed, and, in that case, let us act as if we 
did not care. Wilson, I want your opinion: 
why was Lupin in that restaurant ?" 

To get something to eat, replied Wilson, 


"Wilson, I must congratulate you on the 
accuracy of your deduction. I couldn t have 
done better myself. 

Wilson blushed with pleasure, and Sholmes 
continued : 

To get something to eat. Very well, and, 
after that, probably, to assure himself 
whether I am going to the chateau de Crozon, 
as announced by Ganimard in his interview. 
I must go in order not to disappoint him. 
But, in order to gain time on him, I shall not 

"Ah!" said Wilson, nonplused. 

"You, my friend, will walk down this 
street, take a carriage, two, three carriages. 
Return later and get the valises that we left 
at the station, and make for the Elysee-Palace 
at a galop. " 

"And when I reach the Elysee-Palace ? 

i Engage a room, go to sleep, and await my 

Quite proud of the important role assigned 
to him, Wilson set out to perform his task. 
Herlock Sholmes proceeded to the railway 
station, bought a ticket, and repaired to the 
Amiens express in which the Count and 
Countess de Crozon were already installed. 
He bowed to them, lighted his pipe, and had 


a quiet smoke in the corridor. The train 
started. Ten minutes later he took a seat 
beside the Countess, and said to her : 

Have you the ring here, madame?" 


i * Will you kindly let me see it ? " 

He took it, and examined it closely. 

"Just as I suspected: it is a manufactured 

"A manufactured diamond?" 

"Yes ; a new process which consists in sub 
mitting diamond dust to a tremendous heat 
until it melts and is then molded into a sin 
gle stone." 

i i But my diamond is genuine. 

"Yes, your diamond is; but this is not 

"Where is mine?" 

"It is held by Arsene Lupin." 

"And this stone?" 

"Was substituted for yours, and slipped 
into Herr Bleichen s tooth-powder, where it 
was afterwards found." 

"Then you think this is false?" 

"Absolutely false." 

The Countess was overwhelmed with sur 
prise and grief, while her husband scrutinized 



the diamond with an incredulous air. Finally 
she stammered: 

"Is it possible? And why did they not 
merely steal it and be done with it? And 
how did they steal it!" 

"That is exactly what I am going to find 

"At the chateau de Crozon?" 

"No. I shall leave the train at Creil and 
return to Paris. It is there the game between 
me and Arsene Lupin must be played. In 
fact, the game has commenced already, and 
Lupin thinks I am on my way to the cha 

"But " 

"What does it matter to you, madame? 
The essential thing is your diamond, is it 


"Well, don t worry. I have just under 
taken a much more difficult task than that. 
You have my promise that I will restore the 
true diamond to you within ten days." 

The train slackened its speed. He put the 
false diamond in his pocket and opened the 
door. The Count cried out: 

"That is the wrong side of the train. You 
are getting out on the tracks. 


4 * That is my intention. If Lupin has any 
one on my track, he will lose sight of me 
now. Adieu. 

An employee protested in vain. After the 
departure of the train, the Englishman sought 
the station-master s office. Forty minutes 
later he leaped into a train that landed him 
in Paris shortly before midnight. He ran 
across the platform, entered the lunch-room, 
made his exit at another door, and jumped 
into a cab. 

Driver rue Clapeyron. 

Having reached the conclusion that he was 
not followed, he stopped the carriage at the 
end of the street, and proceeded to make a 
careful examination of Monsieur Detinan s 
house and the two adjoining houses. He 
made measurements of certain distances and 
entered the figures in his note-book. 

i i Driver avenue Henri-Martin. 

At the corner of the avenue and the rue de 
la Pompe, he dismissed the carriage, walked 
down the street to number 134, and performed 
the same operations in front of the house of 
the late Baron d Hautrec and the two adjoin 
ing houses, measuring the width of the re 
spective fagades and calculating the depth 


of the little gardens that stood in front of 

The avenue was deserted, and was very 
dark under its four rows of trees, between 
which, at considerable intervals, a few gas- 
lamps struggled in vain to light the deep 
shadows. One of them threw a dim light over 
a portion of the house, and Sholmes perceived 
the "To-let" sign posted on the gate, the 
neglected walks which encircled the small 
lawn, and the large bare windows of the va 
cant house. 

"I suppose," he said to himself, "the 
house has been unoccupied since the death of 
the baron. . . . Ah! if I could only get in 
and view the scene of the murder ! 

No sooner did the idea occur to him than he 
sought to put it in execution. But how could 
he manage it? He could not climb over the 
gate ; it was too high. So he took from his 
pocket an electric lantern and a skeleton key 
which he always carried. Then, to his great 
surprise, he discovered that the gate was not 
locked; in fact, it was open about three or 
four inches. He entered the garden, and was 
careful to leave the gate as he had found 
it partly open. But he had not taken many 
steps from the gate when he stopped. He 


had seen a light pass one of the windows on 
the second floor. 

He saw the light pass a second window and 
a third, but he saw nothing else, except a 
silhouette outlined on the walls of the rooms. 
The light descended to the first floor, and, 
for a long time, wandered from room to room. 

"Who the deuce is walking, at one o clock 
in the morning, through the house in which 
the Baron d Hautrec was killed? " Herlock 
Sholmes asked himself, deeply interested. 

There was only one way to find out, and 
that was to enter the house himself. He did 
not hesitate, but started for the door of the 
house. However, at the moment when he 
crossed the streak of gaslight that came from 
the street-lamp, the man must have seen him, 
for the light in the house was suddenly ex 
tinguished and Herlock Sholmes did not see 
it again. Softly, he tried the door. It was 
open, also. Hearing no sound, he advanced 
through the hallway, encountered the foot of 
the stairs, and ascended to the first floor. 
Here there was the same silence, the same 

He entered one of the rooms and ap 
proached a window through which came a 
feeble light from the outside. On looking 



through the window he saw the man, who had 
no doubt descended by another stairway and 
escaped by another door. The man was 
threading his way through the shrubbery 
which bordered the wall that separated the 
two gardens. 

"The deuce !" exclaimed Sholmes, "he is 
going to escape." 

He hastened down the stairs and leaped 
over the steps in his eagerness to cut off the 
man s retreat. But he did not see anyone, 
and, owing to the darkness, it was several 
seconds before he was able to distinguish a 
bulky form moving through the shrubbery. 
This gave the Englishman food for reflection. 
Why had the man not made his escape, which 
he could have done so easily? Had he re 
mained in order to watch the movements of 
the intruder who had disturbed him in his 
mysterious work? 

"At all events," concluded Sholmes, "it is 
not Lupin ; he would be more adroit. It may 
be one of his men." 

For several minutes Herlock Sholmes re 
mained motionless, with his gaze fixed on the 
adversary who, in his turn was watching the 
detective. But as that adversary had become 
passive, and as the Englishman was not one 


to consume his time in idle waiting, he exam 
ined his revolver to see if it was in good 
working order, remove his knife from its 
sheath, and walked toward the enemy with 
that cool effrontery and scorn of danger for 
which he had become famous. 

He heard a clicking sound; it was his ad 
versary preparing his revolver. Herlock 
Sholmes dashed boldly into the thicket, and 
grappled with his foe. There was a sharp, 
desperate struggle, in the course of which 
Sholmes suspected that the man was trying 
to draw a knife. But the Englishman, be 
lieving his antagonist to be an accomplice 
of Arsene Lupin and anxious to win the first 
trick in the game with that redoubtable foe, 
fought with unusual strength and determina 
tion. He hurled his adversary to the ground, 
held him there with the weight of his body, 
and, gripping him by the throat with one 
hand, he used his free hand to take out his 
electric lantern, press the button, and throw 
the light over the face of his prisoner. 

"Wilson!" he exclaimed, in amazement. 

"Herlock Sholmes!" stammered a weak, 

stifled voice. 


For a long time they remained silent, as- 



tounded, foolish. The shriek of an automo 
bile rent the air. A slight breeze stirred the 
leaves. Suddenly, Herlock Sholmes seized 
his friend by the shoulders and shook him 
violently, as he cried: 

i i What are you doing here ? Tell me . . . 
What? . . . Did I tell you to hide in the 
bushes and spy on me!" 

"Spy on you!" muttered Wilson, "why, I 
didn t know it was you." 

* But what are you doing here I You ought 
to be in bed." 

4 <I was in bed." 

"You ought to be asleep." 

"I was asleep." 

"Well, what brought you here?" asked 

"Your letter." 

"My letter? I don t understand." 

"Yes, a messenger brought it to me at the 

1 From me ? Are you crazy ? 

" It is true I swear it. 

"Where is the letter?" 

Wilson handed him a sheet of paper, which 
he read by the light of his lantern. It was as 
follows : 

"Wilson, come at once to avenue Henri- 


Martin. The house is empty. Inspect the 
whole place and make an exact plan. Then 
return to hotel. Herlock Sholmes." 

"I was measuring the rooms," said Wil 
son, "when I saw a shadow in the garden. I 
had only one idea " 

* * That was to seize the shadow. . . . The 
idea was excellent. . . . But remember this, 
Wilson, whenever you receive a letter from 
me, be sure it is my handwriting and not a 

"Ah!" exclaimed Wilson, as the truth 
dawned on him, "then the letter wasn t from 


"Who sent it, then?" 

"Arsene Lupin." 

"Why? For what purpose?" asked Wil 

"I don t know, and that s what worries 
me. I don t understand why he took the 
trouble to disturb you. Of course, if he had 
sent me on such a foolish errand I wouldn t 
be surprised; but what was his object in dis 
turbing you?" 

I must hurry back to the hotel. 

"So must I, Wilson." 



They arrived at the gate. Wilson, who was 
ahead, took hold of it and pulled. 

"Ah! you closed it!" he said. 

"No, I left it partly open." 

Sholmes tried the gate; then, alarmed, he 
examined the lock. An oath escaped him : 

"Good God! it is locked! locked with a 

He shook the gate with all his strength; 
then, realizing the futility of his efforts, he 
dropped his arms, discouraged, and muttered, 
in a jerky manner: 

4 I can see it all now it is Lupin. He fore 
saw that I would leave the train at Creil, and 
he prepared this neat little trap for me in 
case I should commence my investigation this 
evening. Moreover, he was kind enough to 
send me a companion to share my captivity. 
All done to make me lose a day, and, per 
haps, also, to teach me to mind my own busi 

"Do you mean to say we are prisoners!" 

"Exactly. Herlock Sholmes and Wilson 
are the prisoners of Arsene Lupin. It s a 
bad beginning ; but he laughs best who laughs 

Wilson seized Sholmes arm, and ex 
claimed : 


Look! . . . Look up there! ... A 
light . . . " 

A light shone through one of the windows 
of the first floor. Both of them ran to the 
house, and each ascended by the stairs he 
had used on coming out a short time before, 
and they met again at the entrance to the 
lighted chamber. A small piece of a candle 
was burning in the center of the room. Be 
side it there was a basket containing a bot 
tle, a roasted chicken, and a loaf of bread. 

Sholmee was greatly amused, and laughed 

* Wonderful ! we are invited to supper. It 
is really an enchanted place, a genuine fairy 
land. Come, Wilson, cheer up ! this is not a 
funeral. It s all very funny." 

"Are you quite sure it is so very funny?" 
asked Wilson, in a lugubrious tone. 

"Am I sure?" exclaimed Sholmes, with a 
gayety that was too boisterous to be natural, 
"why, to tell the truth, it s the funniest thing 
I ever saw. It s a jolly good comedy! What 
a master of sarcasm this Arsene Lupin is! 
He makes a fool of you with the utmost grace 
and delicacy. I wouldn t miss this feast for 
all the money in the Bank of England. Come, 
Wilson, you grieve me. You should display 


that nobility of character which rises supe 
rior to misfortune. I don t see that you have 
any cause for complaint. Eeally, I don t." 

After a time, by dint of good humor and 
sarcasm, he managed to restore Wilson to his 
normal mood, and make him swallow a morsel 
of chicken and a glass of wine. But when 
the candle went out and they prepared to 
spend the night there, with the bare floor for 
a mattress and the hard wall for a pillow, the 
harsh and ridiculous side of the situation was 
impressed upon them. That particular inci 
dent will not form a pleasant page in the 
memoirs of the famous detective. 

Next morning Wilson awoke, stiff and cold. 
A slight noise attracted his attention: Her- 
lock Sholmes was kneeling on the floor, criti 
cally examining some grains of sand and 
studying some chalk-marks, now almost ef 
faced, which formed certain figures and num 
bers, which figures he entered in his note 

Accompanied by Wilson, who was deeply 
interested in the work, he examined each 
room, and found similar chalk-marks in two 
other apartments. He noticed, also, two 
circles on the oaken panels, an arrow on a 
wainscot, and four figures on four steps of 


the stairs. At the end of an hour Wilson 

"The figures are correct, aren t they!" 

"I don t know; but, at all events, they mean 
something," replied Sholmes, who had for 
gotten the discomforts of the night in the joy 
created by his new discoveries. 

"It is quite obvious," said Wilson, "they 
represent the number of pieces in the floor. 


"Yes. And the two circles indicate that 
the panels are false, as you can readily as 
certain, and the arrow points in the direction 
in which the panels move." 

Herlock Sholmes looked at Wilson, in as 

"Ah! my dear friend, how do you know 
all that! Your clairvoyance makes my poor 
ability in that direction look quite insignifi 

"Oh! it is very simple," said Wilson, in 
flated with pride; "I examined those marks 
last night, according to your instructions, or, 
rather, according to the instructions of Ar- 
sene Lupin, since he wrote the letter you sent 

At that moment Wilson faced a greater 
danger than he had during his struggle in the 


garden with Herlock Sholmes. The latter 
now felt a furious desire to strangle him. 
But, dominating his feelings, Sholmes made 
a grimace which was intended for a smile, 
and said: 

"Quite so, Wilson, you have done well, and 
your work shows commendable progress. But, 
tell me, have you exercised your powers of 
observation and analysis on any other points? 
I might profit by your deductions. " 

" Oh ! no, I went no farther. 

"That s a pity. Your debut was such a 
promising one. But, since that is all, we may 
as well go." 

"Go ! but how can we get out?" 

The way all honest people go out : through 
the gate." 

"But it is locked." 

"It will be opened." 

"By whom?" 

"Please call the two policemen who are 
strolling down the avenue." 

"But " 

"But what?" 

"It is very humiliating. What will be said 
when it becomes known that Herlock Sholmes 
and Wilson were the prisoners of Arsene 


"Of course, I understand they will roar 
with laughter," replied Herlock Sholmes, in 
a dry voice and with frowning features, "but 
we can t set up housekeeping in this place. " 

"And you will not try to find another way 


"But the man who brought us the basket 
of provisions did not cross the garden, com 
ing or going. There is some other way out. 
Let us look for it, and not bother with the 

"Your argument is sound, but you forget 
that all the detectives in Paris have been try 
ing to find it for the last six months, and that 
I searched the house from top to bottom 
while you were asleep. Ah ! my dear Wilson, 
we have not been accustomed to pursue such 
game as Arsene Lupin. He leaves no trail 

behind him." 


At eleven o clock, Herlock Sholmes and 
Wilson were liberated, and conducted to the 
nearest police station, where the commissary, 
after subjecting them to a severe examina 
tion, released them with an affectation of 
good-will that was quite exasperating. 

"I am very sorry, messieurs, that this un- 


fortunate incident has occurred. You will 
have a very poor opinion of French hospi 
tality. Mon Dieu! what a night you must 
have passed ! Ah ! that rascally Lupin is no 
respecter of persons." 

They took a carriage to their hotel. At the 
office Wilson asked for the key of his room. 

After some search the clerk replied, much 
astonished : 

"But, monsieur, you have given up the 

I gave it up ? When 1 

"This morning, by the letter your friend 
brought here." 

"What friend!" 

"The gentleman who brought your letter. 
. . . Ah! your card is still attached to the 
letter. Here they are." 

Wilson looked at them. Certainly, it was 
one of his cards, and the letter was in his 

"Good Lord!" he muttered, "this is an 
other of his tricks," and he added, aloud: 
"Where is my luggage?" 

"Your friend took it." 

"Ah ! . . . and you gave it to him?" 

"Certainly; on the strength of your letter 
and card." 


"Of course . . . of course. " 

They left the hotel and walked, slowly and 
thoughtfully, through the Champs-Ely sees. 
The avenue was bright and cheerful beneath 
a clear autumn sun; the air was mild and 

At Bond-Point, Herlock Sholmes lighted his 
pipe. Then Wilson spoke : 

"I can t understand you, Sholrnes. You 
are so calm and unruffled. They play with 
you as a cat plays with a mouse, and yet you 
do not say a word. 

Sholmes stopped, as he replied : 

"Wilson, I was thinking of your card." 


"The point is this: here is a man who, in 
view of a possible struggle with us, procures 
specimens of our handwriting, and who holds, 
in his possession, one or more of your cards. 
Now, have you considered how much precau 
tion and skill those facts represent?" 


"Well, Wilson, to overcome an enemy so 
well prepared and so thoroughly equipped 
requires the infinite shrewdness of ... of 
a Herlock Sholmes. And yet, as you have 
seen, Wilson, I have lost the first round." 


At six o clock the Echo de France published 
the following article in its evening edition : 

"This morning Mon. Thenard, commissary 
of police in the sixteenth district, released 
Herlock Sholmes and his friend Wilson, both 
of whom had been locked in the house of the 
late Baron d Hautrec, where they spent a 
very pleasant night thanks to the thoughtful 
care and attention of Arsene Lupin." 

"In addition to their other troubles, these 
gentlemen have been robbed of their valises, 
and, in consequence thereof, they have en 
tered a formal complaint against Arsene Lu 

"Arsene Lupin, satisfied that he has given 
them a mild reproof, hopes these gentlemen 
will not force him to resort to more stringent 

i . 

Bah!" exclaimed Herlock Sholmes, 
crushing the paper in his hands, that is only 
child s play! And that is the only criticism 
I have to make of Arsene Lupin : he plays to 
the gallery. There is that much of the fakir 
in him." 

"Ah! Sholmes, you are a wonderful man! 
You have such a command over your temper. 
Nothing ever disturbs you." 



"No, nothing disturbs me," replied 
Sholmes, in a voice that trembled from rage ; 
"besides, what s the use of losing my tem 
per! ... I am quite confident of the final 
result ; I shall have the last word. 



OWEVER well-tempered a man s 
character may be and Herlock 
She-hues is one of those men over 
whom ill-fortune has little or no hold there 
are circumstances wherein the most coura 
geous combatant feels the necessity of mar 
shaling his forces before risking the chances 
of a battle. 

"I shall take a vacation to-day, " said 

"And what shall I do?" asked Wilson. 

"You, Wilson let me see! You can buy 
some underwear and linen to replenish our 
wardrobe, while I take a rest." 

"Very well, Sholmes, I will watch while 
you sleep." 

Wilson uttered these words with all the 
importance of a sentinel on guard at the out 
post, and therefore exposed to the greatest 
danger. His chest was expanded ; his muscles 
were tense. Assuming a shrewd look, he 



scrutinized, officially, the little room in which 
they had fixed their abode. 

"Very well, Wilson, you can watch. I shall 
occupy myself in the preparation of a line of 
attack more appropriate to the methods of 
the enemy we are called upon to meet. Do 
you see, Wilson, we have been deceived in 
this fellow Lupin. My opinion is that we 
must commence at the very beginning of this 

"And even before that, if possible. But 
have we sufficient time 1 

"Nine days, dear boy. That is five too 

The Englishman spent the entire afternoon 
in smoking and sleeping. He did not enter 
upon his new plan of attack until the follow 
ing day. Then he said : 

"Wilson, I am ready. Let us attack the 

"Lead on, Macduff!" exclaimed Wilson, 
full of martial ardor. "I wish to fight in the 
front rank. Oh! have no fear. I shall do 
credit to my King and country, for I am an 

In the first place, Sholmes had three long 
and important interviews: With Monsieur 
Detinan, whose rooms he examined with the 


greatest care and precision; with Suzanne 
Gerbois, whom he questioned in regard to 
the blonde Lady; and with Sister Auguste, 
who had retired to the convent of the Visitan- 
dines since the murder of Baron d Hautrec. 

At each of these interviews Wilson had 
remained outside; and each time he asked: 


"Quite so." 

"I was sure we were on the right track." 

They paid a visit to the two houses ad 
joining that of the late Baron d Hautrec in 
the avenue Henri-Martin; then they visited 
the rue Clapeyron, and, while he was exam 
ining the front of number 25, Sholmes said : 

"All these houses must be connected by 
secret passages, but I can t find them." 

For the first time in his life, Wilson 
doubted the omnipotence of his famous asso 
ciate. Why did he now talk so much and 
accomplish so little? 

"Why!" exclaimed Sholmes, in answer to 
Wilson s secret thought, "because, with this 
fellow Lupin, a person has to work in the 
dark, and, instead of deducting the truth 
from established facts, a man must extract 
it from his own brain, and afterward learn 
if it is supported by the facts in the case. 


"But what about the secret passages ?" 

"They must exist. But even though I 
should discover them, and thus learn how 
Arsene Lupin made his entrance to the law 
yer s house and how the blonde Lady escaped 
from the house of Baron d Hautrec after the 
murder, what good would it do ! How would 
it help me! Would it furnish me with a 
weapon of attack!" 

"Let us attack him just the same," ex 
claimed Wilson, who had scarcely uttered 
these words when he jumped back with a 
cry of alarm. Something had fallen at their 
feet; it was a bag filled with sand which 
might have caused them serious injury if it 
had struck them. 

Sholmes looked up. Some men were work 
ing on a scaffolding attached to the balcony 
at the fifth floor of the house. He said : 

"We were lucky; one step more, and that 
heavy bag would have fallen on our heads. 
I wonder if 

Moved by a sudden impulse, he rushed into 
the house, up the five flights of stairs, rang 
the bell, pushed his way into the apartment 
to the great surprise and alarm of the serv 
ant who came to the door, and made his way 


to the balcony in front of the house. But 
there was no one there. 

* Where are the workmen who were here a 
moment ago?" he asked the servant. 

"They have just gone." 

"Which way did they go!" 

"By the servants stairs." 

Sholmes leaned out of the window. He 
saw two men leaving the house, carrying 
bicycles. They mounted them and quickly 
disappeared around the corner. 

How long have they been working on this 

"Those men? . . . only since this 
morning. It s their first day." 

Sholmes returned to the street, and joined 
Wilson. Together they returned to the hotel, 
and thus the second day ended in a mournful 

On the following day their programme was 
almost similar. They sat together on a bench 
in the avenue Henri-Martin, much to Wilson s 
disgust, who did not find it amusing to spend 
long hours watching the house in which the 
tragedy had occurred. 

"What do you expect, Sholmes? That 
Arsene Lupin will walk out of the house ? 



"That the blonde Lady will make her 
appearance! " 


"What then?" 

"I am looking for something to occur; 
some slight incident that will furnish me with 
a clue to work on." 

"And if it does not occur!" 

i Then I must, myself, create the spark that 
will set fire to the powder. 

A solitary incident and that of a dis 
agreeable nature broke the monotony of the 

A gentleman was riding along the avenue 
when his horse suddenly turned aside in such 
a manner that it ran against the bench on 
which they were sitting, and struck Sholmes 
a slight blow on the shoulder. 

"Ha!" exclaimed Sholmes, "a little more 
and I would have had a broken shoulder. 

The gentleman struggled with his horse. 
The Englishman drew his revolver and 
pointed it; but Wilson seized his arm, and 

"Don t be foolish! What are you going 
to do! Kill the man!" 

Leave me alone, Wilson ! Let go ! " 


During the brief struggle between Sholmes 
and Wilson the stranger rode away. 

44 Now, you can shoot," said Wilson, tri 
umphantly. when the horseman was at some 

"Wilson, you re an idiot! Don t you un 
derstand that the man is an accomplice of 
Arsene Lupin!" 

Sholmes was trembling from rage. Wilson 
stammered pitifully : 

"What! . . . that man ... an ac 
complice? . . ." 

"Yes, the same as the workmen who tried 
to drop the bag of sand on us yesterday." 

"It can t be possible!" 

"Possible or not, there was only one way 
to prove it." 

"By killing the man!" 

"No by killing the horse. If you hadn t 
grabbed my arm, I should have captured one 
of Lupin s accomplices. Now, do you under 
stand the folly of your act!" 

Throughout the afternoon both men were 
morose. They did not speak a word to each 
other. At five o clock they visited the rue 
Clapeyron, but were careful to keep at a safe 
distance from the houses. However, three 
young men who were passing through the 


street, arm in arm, singing, ran against 
Sholmes and Wilson and refused to let them 
pass. Sholmes, who was in an ill humor, con 
tested the right of way with them. After a 
brief struggle, Sholmes resorted to his fists. 
He struck one of the men a hard blow on the 
chest, another a blow in the face, and thus 
subdued two of his adversaries. Thereupon 
the three of them took to their heels and 

"Ah!" exclaimed Sholmes, "that does me 
good. I needed a little exercise." 

But Wilson was leaning against the wall. 
Sholmes said: 

"What s the matter, old chap! You re 
quite pale." 

Wilson pointed to his left arm, which hung 
inert, and stammered: 

"I don t know what it is. My arm pains 

"Very much! ... Is it serious?" 

Yes, I am afraid so. 

He tried to raise his arm, but it was help 
less. Sholmes felt it, gently at first, then 
in a rougher way, "to see how badly it was 
hurt," he said. He concluded that Wilson 
was really hurt, so he led him to a neighbor 
ing pharmacy, where a closer examination 


revealed the fact that the arm was broken 
and that Wilson was a candidate for the hos 
pital. In the meantime they bared his arm 
and applied some remedies to ease his 

Come, come, old chap, cheer up!" said 
Sholmes, who was holding Wilson s arm, "in 
five or six weeks you will be all right again. 
But I will pay them back . . . the ras 
cals ! Especially Lupin, for this is his work 
. . . no doubt of that. I swear to you if 
ever - " 

He stopped suddenly, dropped the arm 
which caused Wilson such an access of pain 
that he almost fainted and, striking his fore 
head, Sholmes said : 

i i Wilson, I have an idea. You know, I have 
one occasionally." 

He stood for a moment, silent, with staring 
eyes, and then muttered, in short, sharp 
phrases : 

"Yes, that s it ... that will explain 
all ... right at my feet . . . and I 
didn t see it ... ah, parbleu! I should 
have thought of it before . . . Wilson, 
I shall have good news for you. 

Abruptly leaving his old friend, Sholmes 
ran into the street and went directly to the 


house known as number 25. On one of the 
stones, to the right of the door, he read this 
inscription: "Destange, architect, 1875." 

There was a similar inscription on the 
house numbered 23. 

Of course, there was nothing unusual in 
that. But what might be read on the houses 
in the avenue Henri-Martin 1 ? 

A carriage was passing. He engaged it 
and directed the driver to take him to No. 
134 avenue Henri-Martin. He was roused to 
a high pitch of excitement. He stood up in 
the carriage and urged the horse to greater 
speed. He offered extra pourboires to the 
driver. Quicker! Quicker! 

How great was his anxiety as they turned 
from the rue de la Pompe! Had he caught 
a glimpse of the truth at last? 

On one of the stones of the late Baron s 
house he read the words: "Destange, 
architect, 1874." And a similar inscription 

appeared on the two adjoining houses. 


The reaction was such that he settled down 
in the seat of the carriage, trembling from 
joy. At last, a tiny ray of light had pene 
trated the dark shadows which encompassed 
these mysterious crimes ! In the vast sombre 



forest wherein a thousand pathways crossed 
and re-crossed, he had discovered the first 
clue to the track followed by the enemy ! 

He entered a branch postoffice and ob 
tained telephonic connection with the chateau 
de Crozon. The Countess answered the tele 
phone call. 

" Hello! ... Is that you, madame?" 

4 Monsieur Sholmes, isn t it? Everything 
going all right?" 

4 i Quite well, but I wish to ask you one 
question. . . . Hello!" 

"Yes, I hear you." 

i Tell me, when was the chateau de Crozon 

i t It was destroyed by fire and rebuilt about 
thirty years ago. ? 

"Who built it, and in what year?" 

"There is an inscription on the front of 
the house which reads: Lucien Destange, 
architect, 1877. " 

"Thank you, madame, that is all. Good 

He went away, murmuring: "Destange 
. . . Lucien Destange . . . that name 
has a familiar sound." 

He noticed a public reading-room, entered, 
consulted a dictionary of modern biography, 


and copied the following information: 
"Lucien Destange, born 1840, Grand-Prix de 
Borne, officer of the Legion of Honor, author 
of several valuable books on architecture, 
etc. . . ." 

Then he returned to the pharmacy and 
found that Wilson had been taken to the hos 
pital. There Sholmes found him with his 
arm in splints, and shivering with fever. 

"Victory! Victory !" cried Sholmes. "I 
hold one end of the thread. 

6 Of what thread? " 

"The one that leads to victory. I shall 
now be walking on solid ground, where there 
will be footprints, clues. . . ." 

"Cigarette ashes?" asked Wilson, whose 
curiosity had overcome his pain. 

6 i And many other things ! Just think, Wil 
son, I have found the mysterious link which 
unites the different adventures in which the 
blonde Lady played a part. Why did Lupin 
select those three houses for the scenes of his 

"Yes, why?" 

"Because those three houses were built by 
the same architect. That was an easy prob 
lem, eh? Of course . . . but who would 
have thought of it?" 


"No one but you." 

"And who, except I, knows that the same 
architect, by the use of analogous plans, has 
rendered it possible for a person to execute 
three distinct acts which, though miraculous 
in appearance, are, in reality, quite simple 
and easy ? 

* That was a stroke of good luck. 

"And it was time, dear boy, as I was be 
coming very impatient. You know, this is 
our fourth day." 

"Out of ten." 

"Oh! after this " 

Sholmes was excited, delighted, and gayer 
than usual. 

"And when I think that these rascals might 
have attacked me in the street and broken 
my arm just as they did yours! Isn t that 
so, Wilson!" 

Wilson simply shivered at the horrible 
thought. Sholmes continued : 

"We must profit by the lesson. I can see, 
Wilson, that we were wrong to try and fight 
Lupin in the open, and leave ourselves ex 
posed to his attacks." 

"I can see it, and feel it, too, in my broken 
arm," said Wilson. 

i You have one consolation, Wilson ; that is, 


that I escaped. Now, I must be doubly cau 
tious. In an open fight he will defeat me; 
but if I can work in the dark, unseen by him, 
I have the advantage, no matter how strong 
his forces may be. 7 

"Ganimard might be of some assistance/ 

* Never ! On the day that I can truly say : 
Arsene Lupin is there ; I show you the quarry, 
and how to catch it ; I shall go and see Gani 
mard at one of the two addresses that he 
gave me his residence in the rue Pergolese, 
or at the Suisse tavern in the Place du 
Chatelet. But, until that time, I shall work 
alone. " 

He approached the bed, placed his hand on 
Wilson s shoulder on the sore one, of course 
and said to him : 

Take care of yourself, old fellow. Hence 
forth your role will be to keep two or three 
of Arsene Lupin s men busy watching here in 
vain for my return to enquire about your 
health. It is a secret mission for you, eh!" 

"Yes, and I shall do my best to fulfil it 
conscientiously. Then you do not expect to 
come here any more 1 

"What for?" asked Sholmes. 

"I don t know ... of course . . . 
I am getting on as well as possible. But, 


Herlock, do me a last service: give me a 
drink. " 


"Yes, I am dying of thirst; and with my 
fever -- " 

"To be sure directly 

He made a pretense of getting some water, 
perceived a package of tobacco, lighted his 
pipe, and then, as if he had not heard his 
friend s request, he went away, whilst Wil 
son uttered a mute prayer for the inaccessible 



Monsieur Destange ! 

The servant eyed from head to foot the 
person to whom he had opened the door of 
the house the magnificent house that stood 
at the corner of the Place Malesherbes and 
the rue Montchanin and at the sight of the 
man with gray hairs, badly shaved, dressed 
in a shabby black coat, with a body as ill- 
formed and ungracious as his face, he replied 
with the disdain which he thought the occa 
sion warranted: 

"Monsieur Destange may or may not be 
at home. That depends. Has monsieur a 

Monsieur did not have a card, but he had 


a letter of introduction and, after the serv 
ant had taken the letter to Mon. Destange, he 
was conducted into the presence of that gen 
tleman who was sitting in a large circular 
room or rotunda which occupied one of the 
wings of the house. It was a library, and 
contained a profusion of books and architec 
tural drawings. When the stranger entered, 
the architect said to him : 

"You are Monsieur Stickmann ? 

"Yes, monsieur." 

"My secretary tells me that he is ill, and 
has sent you to continue the general cata 
logue of the books which he commenced 
under my direction, and, more particularly, 
the catalogue of German books. Are you 
familiar with that kind of work 2" 

"Yes, monsieur, quite so," he replied, with 
a strong German accent. 

Under those circumstances the bargain was 
soon concluded, and Mon. Destange com 
menced work with his new secretary. 

Herlock Sholmes had gained access to the 

In order to escape the vigilance of Arsene 
Lupin and gain admittance to the house occu 
pied by Lucien Destange and his daughter 
Clotilde, the famous detective had been com- 


pelled to resort to a number of stratagems, 
and, under a variety of names, to ingratiate 
himself into the good graces and confidence 
of a number of persons in short, to live, 
during forty-eight hours, a most complicated 
life. During that time he had acquired the 
following information : Mon. Destange, hav 
ing retired from active business on account 
of his failing health, now lived amongst the 
many books he had accumulated on the sub 
ject of architecture. He derived infinite 
pleasure in viewing and handling those dusty 
old volumes. 

His daughter Clotilde was considered ec 
centric. She passed her time in another part 
of the house, and never went out. 

"Of course, " Sholmes said to himself, as 
he wrote in a register the titles of the books 
which Mon. Destange dictated to him, "all 
that is vague and incomplete, but it is quite 
a long step in advance. I shall surely solve 
one of these absorbing problems: Is Mon. 
Destange associated with Arsene Lupin ? 
Does he continue to see him ! Are the papers 
relating to the construction of the three 
houses still in existence! Will those papers 
not furnish me with the location of other 
houses of similar construction which Arsene 


Lupin and bis associates will plunder in the 

Monsieur Destange, an accomplice of 
Arsene Lupin ! That venerable man, an offi 
cer of the Legion of Honor, working in 
league with a burglar such an idea was ab 
surd! Besides, if we concede that such a 
complicity exists, how could Mon. Destange, 
thirty years ago, have possibly foreseen the 
thefts of Arsene Lupin, who was then an 
infant I 

No matter! The Englishman was impla 
cable. With his marvellous scent, and that 
instinct which never fails him, he felt that he 
was in the heart of some strange mystery. 
Ever since he first entered the house, he had 
been under the influence of that impression, 
and yet he could not define the grounds on 
which he based his suspicions. 

Up to the morning of the second day he 
had not made any significant discovery. At 
two o clock of that day he saw Clotilde 
Destange for the first time; she came to the 
library in search of a book. She was about 
thirty years of age, a brunette, slow and 
silent in her movements, with features im 
bued with that expression of indifference 
which is characteristic of people who live a 


secluded life. She exchanged a few words 
with her father, and then retired, without 
even looking at Sholmes. 

The afternoon dragged along monoto 
nously. At five o clock Mon. Destange an 
nounced his intention to go out. Sholmes 
was alone on the circular gallery that was 
constructed about ten feet above the floor of 
the rotunda. It was almost dark. He was 
on the point of going out, when he heard a 
slight sound and, at the same time, experi 
enced the feeling that there was someone in 
the room. Several minutes passed before 
he saw or heard anything more. Then he 
shuddered; a shadowy form emerged from 
the gloom, quite close to him, upon the bal 
cony. It seemed incredible. How long had 
this mysterious visitor been there? Whence 
did he come? 

The strange man descended the steps and 
went directly to a large oaken cupboard. 
Sholmes was a keen observer of the man s 
movements. He watched him searching 
amongst the papers with which the cupboard 
was filled. What was he looking for? 

Then the door opened and Mile. Destange 
entered, speaking to someone who was fol 
lowing her : 


"So you have decided not to go out, father? 
. . . Then I will make a light . . . 
one second ... do not move. . . ." 

The strange man closed the cupboard and 
hid in the embrasure of a large window, 
drawing the curtains together. Did Mile. 
Destange not see him? Did she not hear 
him? Calmly she turned on the electric 
lights; she and her father sat down close to 
each other. She opened a book she had 
brought with her, and commenced to read. 
After the lapse of a few minutes she said : 

"Your secretary has gone." 

"Yes, I don t see him." 

"Do you like him as well as you did at 
first?" she asked, as if she were not aware 
of the illness of the real secretary and his 
replacement by Stickmann. 

"Oh! yes." 

Monsieur Destange s head bobbed from one 
side to the other. He was asleep. The girl 
resumed her reading. A moment later one 
of the window curtains was pushed back, and 
the strange man emerged and glided along 
the wall toward the door, which obliged him 
to pass behind Mon. Destange but in front of 
Clotilde, and brought him into the light so 



that Herlock Sholmes obtained a good view 
of the man s face. It was Arsene Lupin. 

The Englishman was delighted. His fore 
cast was verified; he had penetrated to the 
very heart of the mystery, and found Arsene 
Lupin to be the moving spirit in it. 

Clotilde had not yet displayed any knowl 
edge of his presence, although it was quite 
improbable that any movement of the in 
truder had escaped her notice. Lupin had 
almost reached the door and, in fact, his hand 
was already seeking the door-knob, when his 
coat brushed against a small table and 
knocked something to the floor. Monsieur 
Destange awoke with a start. Arsene Lupin 
was already standing in front of him, hat in 
hand, smiling. 

"Maxime Bermond," exclaimed Mon. 
Destange, joyfully. "My dear Maxime, 
what lucky chance brings you here?" 

"The wish to see you and Mademoiselle 

"When did you return from your jour 


"You must stay to dinner." 

"No, thank you, I am sorry, but I have an 


appointment to dine with some friends at a 

i Come, to-morrow, then, Clotilde, you 
must urge him to come to-morrow. Ah ! my 
dear Maxime ... I thought of you 
many times during your absence. " 


"Yes, I went through all my old papers in 
that cupboard, and found our last statement 
of account/ 

"What account 1" 

"Relating to the avenue Henri-Martin. * 

"Ah! do you keep such papers! What 

Then the three of them left the room, and 
continued their conversation in a small par 
lor which adjoined the library. 

"Is it Lupin?" Sholmes asked himself, in 
a sudden access of doubt. Certainly, from 
all appearances, it was he; and yet it was 
also someone else who resembled Arsene 
Lupin in certain respects, and who still main 
tained his own individuality, features, and 
color of hair. Sholmes could hear Lupin s 
voice in the adjoining room. He was relat 
ing some stories at which Mon. Destange 
laughed heartily, and which even brought a 
smile to the lips of the melancholy Clotilde. 


And each of those smiles appeared to be the 
reward which Arsene Lupin was seeking, and 
which he was delighted to have secured. His 
success caused him to redouble his efforts 
and, insensibly, at the sound of that clear and 
happy voice, Clotilde s face brightened and 
lost that cold and listless expression which 
usually pervaded it. 

They love each other," thought Sholmes, 
* but what the deuce can there be in common 
between Clotilde Destange and Maxime Ber~ 
rnondl Does she know that Maxime is none 
other than Arsene Lupin! 

Until seven o clock Sholmes was an anxious 
listener, seeking to profit by the conversa 
tion. Then, with infinite precaution, he de 
scended from the gallery, crept along the 
side of the room to the door in such a manner 
that the people in the adjoining room did not 
see him. 

When he reached the street Sholmes satis 
fied himself that there was neither an auto 
mobile nor a cab waiting there ; then he slowly 
limped along the boulevard Malesherbes. He 
turned into an adjacent street, donned the 
overcoat which he had carried on his arm, 
altered the shape of his hat, assumed an up 
right carriage, and, thus transformed, re- 


turned to a place whence he could watch the 
door of Mon. Destange s house. 

In a few minutes Arsene Lupin came out, 
and proceeded to walk toward the center of 
Paris by way of the rues de Constantinople 
and London. Herlock Sholrnes followed at a 
distance of a hundred paces. 

Exciting moments for the Englishman! 
He sniffed the air eagerly, like a hound fol 
lowing a fresh scent. It seemed to him a 
delightful thing thus to follow his adver 
sary. It was no longer Herlock Sholmes who 
was being watched, but Arsene Lupin, the 
invisible Arsene Lupin. He held him, so to 
speak, within the grasp of his eye, by an im 
perceptible bond that nothing could break. 
And he was pleased to think that the quarry 
belonged to him. 

But he soon observed a suspicious circum 
stance. In the intervening space between 
him and Arsene Lupin he noticed several 
people traveling in the same direction, par 
ticularly two husky fellows in slouch hats 
on the left side of the street, and two others 
on the right wearing caps and smoking ciga 
rettes. Of course, their presence in that vi 
cinity may have been the result of chance, 
but Sholmes was more astonished when he 



observed that the four men stopped when 
Lupin entered a tobacco shop ; and still more 
surprised when the four men started again 
after Lupin emerged from the shop, each 
keeping to his own side of the street. 

"Curse it! 7 muttered Sholmes; "he is 
being followed. 7 

He was annoyed at the idea that others 
were on the trail of Arsene Lupin ; that some 
one might deprive him, not of the glory he 
cared little for that but of the immense 
pleasure of capturing, single-handed, the 
most formidable enemy he had ever met. And 
he felt that he was not mistaken; the men 
presented to Sholmes experienced eye the 
appearance and manner of those who, while 
regulating their gait to that of another, wish 
to present a careless and natural air. 

"Is this some of Ganimard s work!" mut 
tered Sholmes. i i Is he playing me false ! 

He felt inclined to speak to one of the men 
with a view of acting in concert with him ; but 
as they were now approaching the boulevard 
the crowd was becoming denser, and he was 
afraid he might lose sight of Lupin. So he 
quickened his pace and turned into the boule 
vard just in time to see Lupin ascending the 
steps of the Hungarian restaurant at the cor- 


ner of the rue du Helder. The door of the 
restaurant was open, so that Sholmes, while 
sitting on a bench on the other side of the 
boulevard, could see Lupin take a seat at a 
table, luxuriously appointed and decorated 
with flowers, at which three gentlemen and 
two ladies of elegant appearance were al 
ready seated and who extended to Lupin a 
hearty greeting. 

Sholmes now looked about for the four men 
and perceived them amongst a crowd of 
people who were listening to a gipsy orches 
tra that was playing in a neighboring cafe. It 
was a curious thing that they were paying no 
attention to Arsene Lupin, but seemed to be 
friendly with the people around them. One 
of them took a cigarette from his pocket and 
approached a gentleman who wore a frock 
coat and silk hat. The gentleman offered the 
other his cigar for a light, and Sholmes had 
the impression that they talked to each other 
much longer than the occasion demanded. 
Finally the gentleman approached the Hun 
garian restaurant, entered and looked around. 
When he caught sight of Lupin he advanced 
and spoke to him for a moment, then took a 
seat at an adjoining table. Sholmes now 
recognized this gentleman as the horseman 


who had tried to run him down in the avenue 

Then Sholmes understood that these men 
were not tracking Arsene Lupin ; they were a 
part of his band. They were watching over 
his safety. They were his bodyguard, his 
satellites, his vigilant escort. Wherever 
danger threatened Lupin, these confederates 
were at hand to avert it, ready to defend him. 
The four men were accomplices. The gentle 
man in the frock coat was an accomplice. 
These facts furnished the Englishman with 
food for reflection. Would he ever succeed 
in capturing that inaccessible individual! 
What unlimited power was possessed by such 
an organization, directed by such a chief ! 

He tore a leaf from his notebook, wrote a 
few lines in pencil, which he placed in an en 
velope, and said to a boy about fifteen years 
of age who was sitting on the bench beside 

"Here, my boy; take a carriage and de 
liver this letter to the cashier of the Suisse 
tavern, Place du Chatelet. Be quick ! 

He gave him a five-franc piece. The boy 

A half hour passed away. The crowd had 
grown larger, and Sholraes perceived only at 


intervals the accomplices of Arsene Lupin. 
Then someone brushed against him and whis 
pered in his ear : 

Well! what is it, Monsieur Sholmes?" 

"Ah! it is you, Ganimard? " 

"Yes; I received your note at the tavern. 
What s the matter ?" 

"He is there." 

What do you mean ! 

1 1 There ... in the restaurant. Lean to 
the right . . . Do you see him now?" 


"He is pouring a glass of champagne for 
the lady." 

"That is not Lupin." 

"Yes, it is." 

"But I tell you . . . Ah ! yet, it may be. 
It looks a great deal like him," said Gani- 
mard, naively. "And the others accom 

"No; the lady sitting beside him is Lady 
Cliveden ; the other is the Duchess de Cleath. 
The gentleman sitting opposite Lupin is the 
Spanish Ambassador to London." 

Ganimard took a step forward. Sholmes 
retained him. 

"Be prudent. You are alone." 

"So is he." 


* i No, he has a number of men on the boule 
vard mounting guard. And inside the restau 
rant that gentleman 

i And I, when I take Arsene Lupin by the 
collar and announce his name, I shall have 
the entire room on my side and all the wait 

I should prefer to have a few policemen. 

"But, Monsieur Sholmes, we have no 
choice. We must catch him when we can. 

He was right ; Sholmes knew it. It was bet 
ter to take advantage of the opportunity and 
make the attempt. Sholmes simply gave this 
advice to Ganimard: 

"Conceal your identity as long as possi 
ble. " 

Sholmes glided behind a newspaper kiosk, 
whence he could still watch Lupin, who was 
leaning toward Lady Cliveden, talking and 

Ganimard crossed the street, hands in his 
pockets, as if he were going down the boule 
vard, but when he reached the opposite side 
walk he turned quickly and bounded up the 
steps of the restaurant. There was a shrill 
whistle. Ganimard ran against the head 
waiter, who had suddenly planted himself in 
the doorway and now pushed Ganimard back 


with a show of indignation, as if he were an 
intruder whose presence would bring disgrace 
upon the restaurant. Ganimard was sur 
prised. At the same moment the gentleman 
in the frock coat came out. He took the part 
of the detective and entered into an exciting 
argument with the waiter ; both of them hung 
on to Ganimard, one pushing him in, the other 
pushing him out in such a manner that, de 
spite all his efforts and despite his furious 
protestations, the unfortunate detective soon 
found himself on the sidewalk. 

The struggling men were surrounded by a 
crowd. Two policemen, attracted by the 
noise, tried to force their way through the 
crowd, but encountered a mysterious resist 
ance and could make no headway through the 
opposing backs and pressing shoulders of the 

But suddenly, as if by magic, the crowd 
parted and the passage to the restaurant was 
clear. The head waiter, recognizing his mis 
take, was profuse in his apologies ; the gentle 
man in the frock coat ceased his efforts on be 
half of the detective, the crowd dispersed, the 
policemen passed on, and Ganimard hastened 
to the table at which the six guests were sit 
ting. But now there were only five! He 


looked around. . . . The only exit was the 

The person who was sitting here!" he 
cried to the five astonished guests. " Where 
is hef 

* Monsieur Destro 1 

" No ; Arsene Lupin ! 

A waiter approached and said : 

i The gentleman went upstairs." 

Ganimard rushed up in the hope of finding 
him. The upper floor of the restaurant con 
tained private dining-rooms and had a pri 
vate stairway leading to the boulevard. 

44 No use looking for him now," muttered 

Ganimard. t * He is far away by this time. 


He was not far away two hundred yards 
at most in the Madeleine-Bastille omnibus, 
which was rolling along very peacefully with 
its three horses across the Place de 1 Opera 
toward the Boulevard des Capucines. Two 
sturdy fellows were talking together on the 
platform. On the roof of the omnibus near 
the stairs an old fellow was sleeping; it was 
Herlock Sholmes. 

With bobbing head, rocked by the move 
ment of the vehicle, the Englishman said to 
himself : 


"If Wilson could see me now, how proud 
he would be of his collaborator ! . . . Bah ! 
... It was easy to foresee that the game 
was lost, as soon as the man whistled ; noth 
ing could be done but watch the exits and see 
that our man did not escape. Eeally, Lupin 
makes life exciting and interesting. J 

At the terminal point Herlock Sholmes, by 
leaning over, saw Arsene Lupin leaving the 
omnibus, and as he passed in front of the men 
who formed his bodyguard Sholmes heard 
himsay:"Al Etoile." 

"A PEtoile, exactly, a rendezvous. I shall 
be there," thought Sholmes. "I will follow 
the two men. ? 

Lupin took an automobile; but the men 
walked the entire distance, followed by 
Sholmes. They stopped at a narrow house, 
No. 40 rue Chalgrin, and rang the bell. 
Sholmes took his position in the shadow of 
a doorway, whence he could watch the house 
in question. A man opened one of the win 
dows of the ground floor and closed the shut 
ters. But the shutters did not reach to the 
top of the window. The impost was clear. 

At the end of ten minutes a gentleman rang 
at the same door and a few minutes later 
another man came. A short time afterward 


an automobile stopped in front of the house, 
bringing two passengers : Arsene Lupin and a 
lady concealed beneath a large cloak and a 
thick veil. 

"The blonde Lady, no doubt, " said 
Sholmes to himself, as the automobile drove 

Herlock Sholmes now approached the 
house, climbed to the window-ledge and, by 
standing on tiptoe, he was able to see through 
the window above the shutters. What did he 

Arsene Lupin, leaning against the mantel, 
was speaking with considerable animation. 
The others were grouped around him, listen 
ing to him attentively. Amongst them 
Sholmes easily recognized the gentleman in 
the frock coat and he thought one of the 
other men resembled the head-waiter of the 
restaurant. As to the blonde Lady, she was 
seated in an armchair with her back to the 

"They are holding a consultation," 
thought Sholmes. "They are worried over 
the incident at the restaurant and are hold 
ing a council of war. Ah! what a master 
stroke it would be to capture all of them at 
one fell stroke ! 


One of them, having moved toward the 
door, Sholmes leaped to the ground and con 
cealed himself in the shadow. The gentleman 
in the frock coat and the head- waiter left the 
house. A moment later a light appeared at 
the windows of the first floor, but the shut 
ters were closed immediately and the upper 
part of the house was dark as well as the 

Lupin and the woman are on the ground 
floor ; the two confederates live on the upper 
floor, " said Sholmes. 

Sholmes remained there the greater part of 
the night, fearing that if he went away Arsene 
Lupin might leave during his absence. At 
four o clock, seeing two policemen at the end 
of the street, he approached them, explained 
the situation and left them to watch the house. 
He went to Ganimard s residence in the rue 
Pergolese and wakened him. 

i I have him yet, said Sholmes. 

"Arsene Lupin?" 


"If you haven t got any better hold on 
him than you had a while ago, I might as well 
go back to bed. But we may as well go to 
the station-house." 

They went to the police station in the rue 


Mesnil and from there to the residence of the 
commissary, Mon. Decointre. Then, ac 
companied by half a dozen policemen, they 
went to the rue Chalgrin. 

"Anything new?" asked Sholmes, address 
ing the two policemen. 


It was just breaking day when, after tak 
ing necessary measures to prevent escape, the 
commissary rang the bell and commenced to 
question the concierge. The woman was 
greatly frightened at this early morning in 
vasion, and she trembled as she replied that 
there were no tenants on the ground floor. 

"What! not a tenant!" exclaimed Gani- 

"No; but on the first floor there are two 
men named Leroux. They have furnished the 
apartment on the ground floor for some coun 
try relations." 

1 A gentleman and lady. 


"Who came here last night." 

"Perhaps . . . but I don t know . . . 
I was asleep. But I don t think so, for the 
key is here. They did not ask for it. 

With that key the commissary opened the 
door of the ground-floor apartment. It com- 


prised only two rooms and they were empty. 

* Impossible ! exclaimed Sholmes. I saw 
both of them in this room. 

"I don t doubt your word," said the com 
missary; "but they are not here now." 

"Let us go to the first floor. They must 
be there." 

"The first floor is occupied by two men 
named Leroux. 

"We will examine the Messieurs Leroux." 

They all ascended the stairs and the com 
missary rang. At the second ring a man 
opened the door; he was in his shirt-sleeves. 
Sholmes recognized him as one of Lupin s 
bodyguard. The man assumed a furious air : 

What do you mean by making such a row 
at this hour of the morning . . . waking 
people up . . ." 

But he stopped suddenly, astounded. 

* i God forgive me ! . . . Really, gentle 
men, I didn t notice who it was. Why, it is 
Monsieur Decointre! . . . and you, Mon 
sieur Ganimard. What can I do for you?" 

Ganimard burst into an uncontrollable fit 
of laughter, which caused him to bend double 
and turn black in the face. 

"Ah! it is you, Leroux," he stammered. 
"Oh! this is too funny! Leroux, an ac- 


complice of Arsene Lupin ! Oh, I shall die ! 
and your brother, Leroux, where is he?" 

"Edmond!" called the man. "It is Gani- 
mard, who has come to visit us." 

Another man appeared and at sight of him 
Ganimard s mirth redoubled. 

" Oh ! oh ! we had no idea of this ! Ah ! my 
friends, you are in a bad fix now. Who would 
have ever suspected it?" 

Turning to Sholmes, Ganiniard introduced 
the man : 

i Victor Leroux, a detective from our office, 
one of the best men in the iron brigade . . . 
Edmond Leroux, chief clerk in the anthropo- 
metric service." 



|EELOCK SHOLMES said nothing. To 
protest? To accuse the two men I 
That would be useless. In the absence 
of evidence which he did not possess and had 
no time to seek, no one would believe him. 
Moreover, he was stifled with rage, but would 
not display his feelings before the triumphant 
Ganimard. So he bowed respectfully to the 
brothers Leroux, guardians of society, and re 

In the vestibule he turned toward a low 
door which looked like the entrance to a cel 
lar, and picked up a small red stone; it was 
a garnet. When he reached the street he 
turned and read on the front of the house this 
inscription: "Lueien Destange, architect, 

The adjoining house, No. 42, bore the same 

"Always the double passage numbers 40 
and 42 have a secret means of eommunica- 



tion. Why didn t I think of that? I should 
have remained with the two policemen. 

He met the policemen near the corner and 
said to them: 

Two people came out of house No. 42 dur 
ing my absence, didn ? t they 1 

* Yes ; a gentleman and lady. 

Ganimard approached. Sholmes took his 
arm, and as they walked down the street he 

i i Monsieur Ganimard, you have had a good 
]augh and will no doubt forgive me for the 
trouble I have caused you." 

"Oh! there s no harm done; but it was a 
good joke. 

"I admit that; but the best jokes have only 
a short life, and this one can t last much 

"I hope not." 

* This is now the seventh day, and I can re 
main only three days more. Then I must re 
turn to London." 


"I wish to ask you to be in readiness, as I 
may call on you at any hour on Tuesday or 
Wednesday night." 

For an expedition of the same kind as we 
had tonight?" 



"Yes, monsieur, the very same." 

"With what result?" 

"The capture of Arsene Lupin," replied 

"Do you think so?" 

i I swear it, on my honor, monsieur. 

Sholmes bade Ganimard good-bye and went 
to the nearest hotel for a few hours sleep; 
after which, refreshed and with renewed con 
fidence in himself, he returned to the rue 
Chalgrin, slipped two louis into the hand of 
the concierge, assured himself that the 
brothers Leroux had gone out, learned that 
the house belonged to a Monsieur Harmin- 
geat, and, provided with a candle, descended 
to the cellar through the low door near which 
he had found the garnet. At the bottom of 
the stairs he found another exactly like it. 

"I am not mistaken," he thought; "this is 
the means of communication. Let me see if 
my skeleton-key will open the cellar reserved 
for the tenant of the ground floor. Yes; it 
will. Now, I will examine those cases of wine 
. . . oh ! oh ! here are some places where the 
dust has been cleared away . . . and some 
footprints on the ground . . ." 

A slight noise caused him to listen atten 
tively. Quickly he pushed the door shut, blew 


out bis candle and hid behind a pile of empty 
wine cases. After a few seconds he noticed 
that a portion of the wall swung on a pivot, 
the light of a lantern was thrown into the cel 
lar, an arm appeared, then a man entered. 

He was bent over, as if he were searching 
for something. He felt in the dust with his 
fingers and several times he threw something 
into a cardboard box that he carried in his 
left hand. Afterward he obliterated the traces 
of his footsteps, as well as the footprints left 
by Lupin and the blonde lady, and he was 
about to leave the cellar by the same way as 
he had entered, when he uttered a harsh cry 
and fell to the ground. Sholmes had leaped 
upon him. It was the work of a moment, and 
in the simplest manner in the world the man 
found himself stretched on the ground, bound 
and handcuffed. The Englishman leaned over 
him and said : 

Have you anything to say 1 ... To tell 
what you know!" 

The man replied by such an ironical smile 
that Sholmes realized the futility of question 
ing him. So he contented himself by explor 
ing the pockets of his captive, but he found 
only a bunch of keys, a handkerchief and the 
small cardboard box which contained a dozen 


garnets similar to those which Sholmes had 

Then what was he to do with the man! 
Wait until his friends came to his help and 
deliver all of them to the police f What good 
would that do? What advantage would that 
give him over Lupin! 

He hesitated; but an examination of the 
box decided the question. The box bore this 
name and address: "Leonard, jeweler, rue 

He resolved to abandon the man to his fate. 
He locked the cellar and left the house. At a 
branch postoffice he sent a telegram to Mon 
sieur Destange, saying that he could not 
come that day. Then he went to see the jew 
eler and, handing him the garnets, said : 

"Madame sent me with these stones. She 
wishes to have them reset." 

Sholmes had struck the right key. The jew 
eler replied : 

Certainly ; the lady telephoned to me. She 
said she would be here today. 

Sholmes established himself on the side 
walk to wait for the lady, but it was five 
o clock when he saw a heavily- veiled lady ap 
proach and enter the store. Through the win- 


dow he saw her place on the counter a piece 
of antique jewelry set with garnets. 

She went away almost immediately, walk 
ing quickly and passed through streets that 
were unknown to the Englishman. As it was 
now almost dark, he walked close behind her 
and followed her into a five-story house of 
double flats and, therefore, occupied by 
numerous tenants. At the second floor she 
stopped and entered. Two minutes later the 
Englishman commenced to try the keys on 
the bunch he had taken from the man in the 
rue Chalgrin. The fourth key fitted the lock. 

Notwithstanding the darkness of the rooms, 
he perceived that they were absolutely empty, 
as if unoccupied, and the various doors were 
standing open so that he could see all the 
apartments. At the end of a corridor he per 
ceived a ray of light and, by approaching on 
tiptoe and looking through the glass door, he 
saw the veiled lady who had removed her hat 
and dress and was now wearing a velvet 
dressing-gown. The discarded garments were 
lying on the only chair in the room and a 
lighted lamp stood on the mantel. 

Then he saw her approach the fireplace and 
press what appeared to be the button of an 
electric bell. Immediately the panel to the 


right of the fireplace moved and slowly glided 
behind the adjoining panel, thus disclosing 
an opening large enough for a person to pass 
through. The lady disappeared through this 
opening, taking the lamp with her. 

The operation was a very simple one. 
Sholmes adopted it and followed the lady. He 
found himself in total darkness and im 
mediately he felt his face brushed by some 
soft articles. He lighted a match and found 
that he was in a very small room completely 
filled with cloaks and dresses suspended on 
hangers. He picked his way through until he 
reached a door that was draped with a por 
tiere. He peeped through and, behold, the 
blonde lady was there, under his eyes, and 
almost within reach of his hand. 

She extinguished the lamp and turned on 
the electric lights. Then for the first time 
Herlock Sholmes obtained a good look at her 
face. He was amazed. The woman, whom 
he had overtaken after so much trouble and 
after so many tricks and manoeuvres, was 

none other than Clotilde Destange. 


Clotilde Destange, the assassin of the 
Baron d Hautrec and the thief who stole the 
blue diamond! Clotilde Destange, the nays- 


terious friend of Arsene Lupin! And the 
blonde lady ! 

"Yes, I am only a stupid ass," thought 
Herlock Sholmes at that moment. Because 
Lupin s friend was a blonde and Clotilde is a 
brunette, I never dreamed that they were the 
same person. But how could the blonde lady 
remain a blonde after the murder of the baron 
and the theft of the diamond? " 

Sholmes could see a portion of the room ; it 
was a boudoir, furnished with the most de 
lightful luxury and exquisite taste, and 
adorned with beautiful tapestries and costly 
ornaments. A mahogany couch, upholstered 
in silk, was located on the side of the room 
opposite the door at which Sholmes was 
standing. Clotilde was sitting on this couch, 
motionless, her face covered by her hands. 
Then he perceived that she was weeping. 
Great tears rolled down her pale cheeks and 
fell, drop by drop, on the velvet corsage. The 
tears came thick and fast, as if their source 
were inexhaustible. 

A door silently opened behind her and 
Arsene Lupin entered. He looked at her for 
a long time without making his presence 
known ; then he approached her, knelt at her 
feet, pressed her head to his breast, folded 


her in Ms arms, and Ms actions indicated an 
infinite measure of love and sympathy. For 
a time not a word was uttered, but her tears 
became less abundant. 

I was so anxious to make you happy, he 

"I am happy. " 

"No; you are crying . . . Your tears 
break my heart, Clotilde. 

The caressing and sympathetic tone of his 
voice soothed her, and she listened to him 
with an eager desire for hope and happiness. 
Her features were softened by a smile, and 
yet how sad a smile ! He continued to speak 
in a tone of tender entreaty : 

"You should not be unhappy, Clotilde ; you 
have no cause to be." 

She displayed her delicate white hands and 
said, solemnly : 

"Yes, Maxime ; so long as I see those hands 
I shall be sad. 


"They are stained with blood." 

1 Hush ! Do not think of that ! exclaimed 
Lupin. "The dead is past and gone. Do not 
resurrect it." 

And he kissed the long, delicate hand, while 
she regarded him with a brighter smile as if 


each kiss effaced a portion of that dreadful 

"You must love me, Maxime; you must 
because no woman will ever love you as I do. 
For your sake, I have done many things, not 
at your order or request, but in obedience to 
your secret desires. I have done things at 
which my will and conscience revolted, but 
there was some unknown power that I could 
not resist. What I did I did involuntarily, 
mechanically, because it helped you, because 
you wished it ... and I am ready to do it 
again to-morrow . . . and always." 

"Ah, Clotilde," he said, bitterly, "why did 
I draw you into my adventurous life 1 ? I 
should have remained the Maxime Bermond 
that you loved five years ago, and not have 
let you know the . . . other man that I 

She replied in a low voice : 

"I love the other man, also, and I have 
nothing to regret. 

"Yes, you regret your past life the free 
and happy life you once enjoyed." 

I have no regrets when you are here, she 
said, passionately. "All faults and crimes 
disappear when I see you. When you are 
away I may suffer, and weep, and be horrified 


at what I have done ; but when you come it is 
all forgotten. Your love wipes it all away. 
And I am happy again. . . . But you must 
love me!" 

"I do not love you on compulsion, Clotilde. 
I love you simply because ... I love you. 

4 i Are you sure of it ? 

"I am just as sure of my own love as I am 
of yours. Only my life is a very active and 
exciting one, and I cannot spend as much time 
with you as I would like just now." 

"What is it? Some new danger? Tell 

" Oh ! nothing serious. Only . . ." 

"Only what?" she asked. 

"Well, he is on our track." 

1 < Who ? Herlock Sholmes 1 

"Yes; it was he who dragged Ganimard 
into that affair at the Hungarian restaurant. 
It was he who instructed the two policemen 
to watch the house in the rue Chalgrin. I 
have proof of it. Ganimard searched the 
house this morning and Sholmes was with 
him. Besides " 

"Besides? What?" 

"Well, there is another thing. One of our 
men is missing." 




The concierge ? 


"Why, I sent him to the rue Chalgrin this 
morning to pick up the garnets that fell out 
of my brooch." 

"There is no doubt, then, that Sholmes 
caught him." 

"No; the garnets were delivered to the 
jeweler in the rue de la Paix." 

"Then, what has become of him?" 

"Oh! Maxime, I am afraid." 

"There is nothing to be afraid of, but I 
confess the situation is very serious. What 
does he know! Where does he hide himself? 
His isolation is his strong card. I cannot 
reach him. 

i i What are you going to do ? " 

"Act with extreme prudence, Clotilde. 
Some time ago I decided to change my resi 
dence to a safer place, and Sholmes appear 
ance on the scene has prompted me to do so 
at once. When a man like that is on your 
track, you must be prepared for the worst. 
Well, I am making my preparations. Day 
after to-morrow, Wednesday, I shall move. At 
noon it will be finished. At two o clock I shall 
leave the place, after removing the last trace 


of our residence there, which will be no small 
matter. Until then 


Until then we must not see each other and 
no one must see you, Clotilde. Do not go out. 
I have no fear for myself, but I have for 

i That Englishman cannot possibly reach 

"I am not so sure of that. He is a danger 
ous man. Yesterday I came here to search 
the cupboard that contains all of Monsieur 
Destange s old papers and records. There is 
danger there. There is danger everywhere. 
I feel that he is watching us that he is draw 
ing his net around us closer and closer. It is 
one of those intuitions which never deceive 

In that case, Maxime, go, and think no 
more of my tears. I shall be brave, and wait 
patiently until the danger is past. Adieu, 

They held one another for some time in a 
last fond embrace. And it was she that gently 
pushed him outside. Sholmes could hear the 
sound of their voices in the distance. 

Emboldened by the necessities of the situa 
tion and the urgent need of bringing his in- 


vestigation to a speedy termination, Sholmes 
proceeded to make an examination of the 
house in which he now found himself. He 
passed through Clotilde s boudoir into a cor 
ridor, at the end of which there was a stair 
way leading to the lower floor ; he was about 
to descend this stairway when he heard voices 
below, which caused him to change his route. 
He followed the corridor, which was a circu 
lar one, and discovered another stairway, 
which he descended and found himself amidst 
surroundings that bore a familiar appear 
ance. He passed through a door that stood 
partly open and entered a large circular 
room. It was Monsieur Destange s library. 
"Ah! splendid!" he exclaimed. "Now I 
understand everything. The boudoir of 
Mademoiselle Clotilde the blonde Lady- 
communicates with a room in the adjoining 
house, and that house does not front on the 
Place Malesherbes, but upon an adjacent 
street, the rue Montchanin, if I remember the 
name correctly. . . . And I now understand 
how Clotilde Destange can meet her lover 
and at the same time create the impression 
that she never leaves the house ; and I under 
stand also how Arsene Lupin was enabled to 
make his mysterious entrance to the gallery 


last night. Ah! there must be another con 
nection between the library and the adjoining 
room. One more house full of ways that are 
dark! And no doubt Lucien Destange was 
the architect, as usual! ... I should take 
advantage of this opportunity to examine the 
contents of the cupboard and perhaps learn 
the location of other houses with secret pas 
sages constructed by Monsieur Destange." 

Sholmes ascended to the gallery and con 
cealed himself behind some draperies, where 
he remained until late in the evening. At 
last a servant came and turned off the electric 
lights. An hour later the Englishman, by the 
light of his lantern, made his way to the cup 
board. As he had surmised, it contained the 
architect s old papers, plans, specifications 
and books of account. It also contained a 
series of registers, arranged according to 
date, and Sholmes, having selected those of 
the most recent dates, searched in the indexes 
for the name " Harmingeat. He found it 
in one of the registers with a reference to 
page 63. Turning to that page, he read : 
"Harmingeat, 40 rue Chalgrin." 
This was followed by a detailed account of 
the work done in and about the installation 
of a furnace in the house. And in the margin 


of the book someone had written these words : 
1 < See account M. B." 

"Ah! I thought so!" said Sholmes; "the 
account M. B. is the one I want. I shall learn 
from it the actual residence of Monsieur 

It was morning before he found that im 
portant account. It comprised sixteen pages, 
one of which was a copy of the page on which 
was described the work done for Mon. Har- 
mingeat of the rue Chalgrin. Another page 
described the work performed for Mon. Vati- 
nel as owner of the house at No. 25 rue 
Clapeyron. Another page was reserved for 
the Baron d Hautrec, 134 avenue Henri-Mar 
tin; another was devoted to the chateau de 
Crozon, and the eleven other pages to various 
owners of houses in Paris. 

Sholmes made a list of those eleven names 
and addresses ; after which he returned the 
books to their proper places, opened a win 
dow, jumped out onto the deserted street and 
closed the shutters behind him. 

When he reached his room at the hotel he 
lighted his pipe with all the solemnity with 
which he was wont to characterize that act, 
and amidst clouds of smoke he studied the de 
ductions that might be drawn from the ac- 


count of M. B., or rather, from the account of 
Maxime Bermond alias Arsene Lupin. 

At eight o clock he sent the following mes 
sage to Ganimard : 

"I expect to pass through the rue Pergolese 
this forenoon and will inform you of a per 
son whose arrest is of the highest importance. 
In any event, be at home tonight and tomor 
row until noon and have at least thirty men 
at your service/ 

Then he engaged an automobile at the stand 
on the boulevard, choosing one whose chauf 
feur looked good-natured but dull-witted, and 
instructed him to drive to the Place Male- 
sherbes, where he stopped him about one hun 
dred feet from Monsieur Destange s house. 

"My boy, close your carriage," he said to 
the chauffeur; "turn up the collar of your 
coat, for the wind is cold, and wait patiently. 
At the end of an hour and a half, crank up 
your machine. When I return we will go to 
the rue Pergolese. 

As he was ascending the steps leading to 
the door a doubt entered his mind. Was it 
not a mistake on his part to be spending his 
time on the affairs of the blonde Lady, while 
Arsene Lupin was preparing to move ? Would 
he not be better engaged in trying to find the 


abode of his adversary amongst the eleven 
houses on his list? 

"Ah!" he exclaimed, "when the blonde 
Lady becomes my prisoner, I shall be master 
of the situation." 

And he rang the bell. 


Monsieur Destange was already in the 
library. They had been working only a few 
minutes, when Clotilde entered, bade her 
father good morning, entered the adjoining 
parlor and sat down to write. From his place 
Sholmes could see her leaning over the table 
and from time to time absorbed in deep medi 
tation. After a short time he picked up a 
book and said to Monsieur Destange : 

"Here is a book that Mademoiselle Des 
tange asked me to bring to her when I 
found it." 

He went into the little parlor, stood before 
Clotilde in such a manner that her father 
could not see her, and said : 

"I am Monsieur Stickmann, your father s 
new secretary. 

"All!" said Clotilde, without moving, "my 
father has changed his secretary! I didn t 
know it." 


"Yes, mademoiselle, and I desire to speak 
with you." 

Kindly take a seat, monsieur ; I have fin 
ished. " 

She added a few words to her letter, signed 
it, enclosed it in the envelope, sealed it, 
pushed her writing material away, rang the 
telephone, got in communication with her 
dressmaker, asked the latter to hasten the 
completion of a traveling dress, as she re 
quired it at once, and then, turning to 
Sholmes, she said: 

"I am at your service, monsieur. But do 
you wish to speak before my father ? Would 
not that be better!" 

"No, mademoiselle; and I beg of you, do 
not raise your voice. It is better that Mon 
sieur Destange should not hear us. 

"For whose sake is it better?" 

i Yours, mademoiselle. 

"I cannot agree to hold any conversation 
with you that my father may not hear. 

"But you must agree to this. It is im 
perative. J 

Both of them arose, eye to eye. She said : 

i Speak, monsieur. 

Still standing, he commenced : 

"You will be so good as to pardon me if I 


am mistaken on certain points of secondary 
importance. I will guarantee, however, the 
general accuracy of my statements. " 

"Can we not dispense with these prelim 
inaries, monsieur? Or are they necessary!" 

Sholmes felt the young woman was on her 
guard, so he replied : 

Very well ; I will come to the point. Five 
years ago your father made the acquaintance 
of a certain young man called Maxime Ber- 
mond, who was introduced as a contractor or 
an architect, I am not sure which it was ; but 
it was one or the other. Monsieur Destange 
took a liking to the young man, and as the 
state of his health compelled him to retire 
from active business, he entrusted to Mon 
sieur Bermond the execution of certain orders 
he had received from some of his old custom 
ers and which seemed to come within the 
scope of Monsieur Bermond s ability." 

Herlock Sholmes stopped. It seemed to 
him that the girl s pallor had increased. Yet 
there was not the slightest tremor in Lar 
voice when she said : 

"I know nothing about the circumstances to 
which you refer, monsieur, and I do not see 
in what way they can interest me. 

"In this way, mademoiselle: You know, as 


well as I, that Maxime Bermond is also known 
by the name of Arsene Lupin. 

She laughed, and said : 

"Nonsense! Arsene Lupin? Maxime Ber 
mond is Arsene Lupin! Oh ! no ! It isn t pos 

"I have the honor to inform you of that 
fact, and since you refuse to understand my 
meaning, I will add that Arsene Lupin has 
found in this house a friend more than a 
friend and accomplice, blindly and passion 
ately devoted to him. 

Without emotion, or at least with so little 
emotion that Sholmes was astonished at her 
self-control, she declared: 

"I do not understand your object, mon 
sieur, and I do not care to; but I command 
you to say no more and leave this house." 

"I have no intention of forcing my pres 
ence on you," replied Sholmes, with equal 
sang-froid, "but I shall not leave this house 

"And who will accompany you, monsieur!" 

"You will." 

"Yes, mademoiselle, we will leave this 
house together, and you will follow me with 
out one word of protest. 


The strange feature of the foregoing in 
terview was the absolute coolness of the two 
adversaries. It bore no resemblance to an 
implacable duel between two powerful wills; 
but, judging solely from their attitude and 
the tone of their voices, an onlooker would 
have supposed their conversation to be noth 
ing more serious than a courteous argument 
over some impersonal subject. 

Clotilde resumed her seat without deigning 
to reply to the last remark of Herlock 
Sholmes, except by a shrug of her shoulders. 
Sholmes looked at his watch and said : 

"It is half-past ten. We will leave here 
in five minutes. " 


"If not, I shall go to Monsieur Destange, 
and tell him - " 


4 The truth. I will tell him of the vicious 
life of Maxime Bermond, and I will tell him 
of the double life of his accomplice." 

"Of his accomplice!" 

"Yes, of the woman known as the blonde 
Lady, of the woman who was blonde." 

"What proofs will you give him?" 

"I will take him to the rue Chalgrin, and 
show him the secret passage made by Arsene 



Lupin s workmen, while doing the work of 
which he had the control between the houses 
numbered 40 and 42; the passage which you 
and he used two nights ago." 


"I will then take Monsieur Destange to 
the house of Monsieur Detinan; we will de 
scend the servant s stairway which was used 
by you and Arsene Lupin when you escaped 
from Ganimard, and we will search together 
the means of communication with the adjoin 
ing house, which fronts on the Boulevard 
des Batignolles, and not upon the rue 


1 I will take Monsieur Destange to the 
chateau de Crozon, and it will be easy for 
him, who knows the nature of the work per 
formed by Arsene Lupin in the restoration 
of the chateau, to discover the secret pas 
sages constructed there by his workmen. It 
will thus be established that those passages 
allowed the blonde Lady to make a nocturnal 
visit to the Countess * room and take the blue 
diamond from the mantel; and, two weeks 
later, by similar means, to enter the room 
of Hrr Bleichen and conceal the blue dia 
mond in his tooth-powder a strange action, 


I confess; a woman s revenge, perhaps; but 
I don t know, and I don t care." 


"After that," said Herlock Sholmes, in a 
more serious tone, "I will take Monsieur 
Destange to 134 avenue Henri-Martin, and 
we will learn how the Baron d Hautrec " 

"No, no, keep quiet," stammered the girl, 
struck with a sudden terror, "I forbid you! 
. . . you dare to say that it was I ... 
you accuse me? . . ." 

"I accuse you of having killed the Baron 
d Hautrec." 

"No, no, it is a lie." 

"You killed the Baron d Hautrec, madem 
oiselle. You entered his service under the 
name of Antoinette Brehat, for the purpose 
of stealing the blue diamond and you killed 

"Keep quiet, monsieur," she implored 
him. "Since you know so much, you must 
know that I did not murder the baron." 

"I did not say that you murdered him, 
mademoiselle. Baron d Hautrec was subject 
to fits of insanity that only Sister Auguste 
could control. She told me so herself. In 
her absence, he must have attacked you, and 
in the course of the struggle you struck him 


in order to save your own life. Frightened 
at your awful situation, you rang the bell, 
and fled without even taking the blue diamond 
from the finger of your victim. A few min 
utes later you returned with one of Arsene 
Lupin s accomplices, who was a servant in 
the adjoining house, you placed the baron 
on the bed, you put the room in order, but 
you were afraid to take the blue diamond. 
Now, I have told you what happened on that 
night. I repeat, you did not murder the 
baron, and yet it was your hand that struck 
the blow." " 

She had crossed them over her forehead 
those long delicate white hands and kept 
them thus for a long time. At last, loosening 
her fingers, she said, in a voice rent by 
anguish : 

"And do you intend to tell all that to my 

"Yes; and I will tell him that I have se 
cured as witnesses: Mademoiselle Gerbois, 
who will recognize the blonde Lady; Sister 
Auguste, who will recognize Antoinette Bre- 
hat; and the Countess de Crozon, who will 
recognize Madame de Real. That is what I 
shall tell him." 

"You will not dare," she said, recovering 


her self-possession in the face of an imme 
diate peril. 

He arose, and made a step toward the li 
brary. Clotilde stopped him: 

"One moment, monsieur." 

She paused, reflected a moment, and then, 
perfect mistress of herself, said : 

"You are Herlock Sholmesf" 


"AVhat do you want of me?" 

"What do I want! I am fighting a duel 
with Arsene Lupin, and I must win. The 
contest is now drawing to a climax, and I 
have an idea that a hostage as precious as 
you will give me an important advantage 
over my adversary. Therefore, you will fol 
low me, mademoiselle; I will entrust you to 
one of my friends. As soon as the duel is 
ended, you will be set at liberty." 

"Is that all!" 

4 That is all. I do not belong to the police 
service of this country, and, consequently, I 
do not consider that I am under any obliga 
tion ... to cause your arrest." 

She appeared to have come to a decision 
. . . yet she required a momentary res 
pite. She closed her eyes, the better to con 
centrate her thoughts. Sholmes looked at 


her in surprise ; she was now so tranquil and, 
apparently, indifferent to the dangers which 
threatened her. Sholmes thought: Does 
she believe that she is in danger! Probably 
not since Lupin protects her. She has con 
fidence in him. She believes that Lupin is 
omnipotent, and infallible. 

"Mademoiselle," he said, "I told you that 
we would leave here in five minutes. That 
time has almost expired. " 

"Will you permit me to go to my room, 
monsieur, to get some necessary articles 1 

"Certainly, mademoiselle; and I will wait 
for you in the rue Montchanin. Jeanniot, the 
concierge, is a friend of mine. 

"Ah! you know . . ." she said, vis 
ibly alarmed. 

I know many things. 

"Very well. I will ring for the maid." 

The maid brought her hat and jacket. 
Then Sholmes said: 

"You must give Monsieur Destange some 
reason for our departure, and, if possible, 
let your excuse serve for an absence of sev 
eral days." 

"That shall not be necessary. I shall be 
back very soon.". 


They exchanged defiant glances and an 
ironic smile. 

"What faith you have in him!" said 

" Absolute. " 

i He does everything well, doesn t he 1 He 
succeeds in everything he undertakes. And 
whatever he does receives your approval and 

"I love him," she said, with a touch of 
passion in her voice. 

44 And you think that he will save you!" 

She shrugged her shoulders, and, approach 
ing her father, she said : 

"I am going to deprive you of Monsieur 
Stickmann. We are going to the National 

"You will return for luncheon?" 

i Perhaps ... no, I think not . . . 
but don t be uneasy. 

Then she said to Sholmes, in a firm voice : 

"I am at your service, monsieur." 


"Quite so." 

"I warn you that if you attempt to escape, 
I shall call the police and have you arrested. 
Do not forget that the blonde Lady is on 


* 1 give you my word of honor that I shall 
not attempt to escape. 

"I believe you. Now, let us go. 7 

They left the house together, as he had 

The automobile was standing where 
Sholmes had left it. As they approached it, 
Sholmes could hear the rumbling of the mo 
tor. He opened the door, asked Clotilde to 
enter, and took a seat beside her. The ma 
chine started at once, gained the exterior 
boulevards, the avenue Hoche and the avenue 
de la Grande-Armee. Sholmes was consid 
ering his plans. He thought : 

"Ganimard is at home. I will leave the 
girl in his care. Shall I tell him who she is? 
No, he would take her to prison at once, and 
that would spoil everything. When I am 
alone, I can consult my list of addresses 
taken from the * account M. B., and run 
them down. To-night, or to-morrow morning 
at the latest, I shall go to Ganimard, as I 
agreed, and deliver into his hands Arsene 
Lupin and all his band. 

He rubbed his hand, gleefully, at the 
thought that his duel with Lupin was draw 
ing to a close, and he could not see any se 
rious obstacle in the way of his success. And, 


yielding to an irrepressible desire to give 
vent to his feelings an unusual desire on his 
part he exclaimed : 

"Excuse me, mademoiselle, if I am unable 
to conceal my satisfaction and delight. The 
battle has been a difficult one, and my success 
is, therefore, more enjoyable." 

"A legitimate success, monsieur, of which 
you have a just right to be proud. " 

"Thank you. But where are we going? 
The chauffeur must have misunderstood my 

At that moment they were leaving Paris by 
the gate de Neuilly. That was strange, as the 
rue Pergolese is not outside the fortifications. 
Sholmes lowered the glass, and said : 

"Chauffeur, you have made a mistake. 
. . . Eue Pergolese!" 

The man made no reply. Sholmes re 
peated, in a louder voice : 

"I told you to go to the rue Pergolese." 

Still the man did not reply. 

"Ah! but you are deaf, my friend. Or is 
he doing it on purpose? We are very much 
out of our way. . / . Eue Pergolese ! 
. . , Turn back at once ! . . * Eue 
Pergolese ! " - 

The chauffeur made no sign of having 


heard the order. The Englishman fretted 
with impatience. He looked at Clotilde; a 
mysterious smile played upon her lips. 

"Why do you laugh!" he said. "It is an 
awkward mistake, but it won t help you." 

1 1 Of course not, she replied. 

Then an idea occurred to him. He rose 
and made a careful scrutiny of the chauffeur. 
His shoulders were not so broad ; his bearing 
was not so stiff and mechanical. A cold per 
spiration covered his forehead and his hands 
clenched with sudden fear, as his mind was 
seized with the conviction that the chauffeur 
was Arsene Lupin. 

"Well, Monsieur Sholmes, what do you 
think of our little ride?" 

"Delightful, monsieur, really delightful," 
replied Sholmes. 

Never in his life had he experienced so 
much difficulty in uttering a few simple 
words without a tremor, or without betray 
ing his feelings in his voice. But quickly, 
by a sort of reaction, a flood of hatred and 
rage burst its bounds, overcame his self- 
control, and, brusquely drawing his revolver, 
he pointed it at Mademoiselle Destange. 

"Lupin, stop, this minute, this second, or I 
fire at mademoiselle." 


"I advise you to aim at the cheek if you 
wish to hit the temple, replied Lupin, with 
out turning his head. 

"Maxime, don t go so fast," said Clotilde, 
"the pavement is slippery and I am very 
timid. " 

She was smiling; her eyes were fixed on 
the pavement, over which the carriage was 
traveling at enormous speed. 

"Let him stop! Let him stop!" said 
Sholmes to her, wild with rage, "I warn you 
that I am desperate." 

The barrel of the revolver brushed the 
waving locks of her hair. She replied, 
calmly : 

"Maxime is so imprudent. He is going so 
fast, I am really afraid of some accident." 

Sholmes returned the weapon to his pocket 
and seized the handle of the door, as if to 
alight, despite the absurdity of such an act. 
Clotilde said to him : 

"Be careful, monsieur, there is an auto 
mobile behind us." 

He leaned over. There was an automo 
bile close behind ; a large machine of formid 
able aspect with its sharp prow and blood- 
red body, and holding four men clad in fur 


"Ah! I am well guarded," thought 
Sholmes. "I may as well be patient." 

He folded his arms across his chest with 
that proud air of submission so frequently 
assumed by heroes when fate has turned 
against them. And while they crossed the 
river Seine and rushed through Suresnes, 
Rueil and Chatou, motionless and resigned, 
controlling his actions and his passions, he 
tried to explain to his own satisfaction by 
what miracle Arsene Lupin had substituted 
himself for the chauffeur. It was quite im 
probable that the honest-looking fellow he 
had selected on the boulevard that morning 
was an accomplice placed there in advance. 
And yet Arsene Lupin had received a warn 
ing in some way, and it must have been after 
he, Sholmes, had approached Clotilde in the 
house, because no one could have suspected 
his project prior to that time. Since then, 
Sholmes had not allowed Clotilde out of his 

Then an idea struck him: the telephone 
communication desired by Clotilde and her 
conversation with the dressmaker. Now, it 
was all quite clear to him. Even before he 
had spoken to her, simply upon his request 
to speak to her as the new secretary of Mon- 


sieur Destange, she had scented the danger, 
surmised the name and purpose of the visitor, 
and, calmly, naturally, as if she were per 
forming a commonplace action of her every 
day life, she had called Arsene Lupin to her 
assistance by some preconcerted signal. 

How Arsene Lupin had come and caused 
himself to be substituted for the chauffeur 
were matters of trifling importance. That 
which affected Sholmes, even to the point of 
appeasing his fury, was the recollection of 
that incident whereby an ordinary woman, 
a sweetheart it is true, mastering her nerves, 
controlling her features, and subjugating the 
expression of her eyes, had completely de 
ceived the astute detective Herlock Sholmes. 
How difficult to overcome an adversary who 
is aided by such confederates, and who, by 
the mere force of his authority, inspires in a 
woman so much courage and strength ! 

They crossed the Seine and climbed the 
hill at Saint-Germain ; but, some five hundred 
metres beyond that town, the automobile 
slackened its speed. The other automobile 
advanced, and the two stopped, side by side. 
There was no one else in the neighborhood. 

"Monsieur Sholmes," said Lupin, "kindly 



exchange to the other machine. Ours is really 
a very slow one. * 

" Indeed 1" said Sholmes, calmly, convinced 
that he had no choice. 

"Also, permit me to loan you a fur coat, 
as we will travel quite fast and the air is cool. 
And accept a couple of sandwiches, as we 
cannot tell when we will dine. 

The four men alighted from the other au 
tomobile. One of them approached, and, as 
he raised his goggles, Sholmes recognized in 
him the gentleman in the frock coat that he 
had seen at the Hungarian restaurant. Lupin 
said to him: 

i You will return this machine to the chauf 
feur from whom I hired it. He is waiting in 
the first wine-shop to the right as you go up 
the rue Legendre. You will give him the bal 
ance of the thousand francs I promised him. 
. . . Ah ! yes, kindly give your goggles to 
Monsieur Sholmes. 

He talked to Mile. Destange for a moment, 
then took his place at the wheel and started, 
with Sholmes at his side and one of his men 
behind him. Lupin had not exaggerated 
when he said "we will travel quite fast. " 
From the beginning he set a breakneck pace. 
The horizon rushed to meet them, as if at- 


traded by some mysterious force, and dis 
appeared instantly as though swallowed up 
in an abyss, into which many other things, 
such as trees, houses, fields and forests, were 
hurled with the tumultuous fury and haste 
of a torrent as it approached the cataract. 

Sholmes and Lupin did not exchange a 
word. Above their heads the leaves of the 
poplars made a great noise like the waves of 
the sea, rhythmically arranged by the regular 
spacing of the trees. And the towns swept 
by like spectres: Manteo, Vernon, Gaillon. 
From one hill to the other, from Bon-Secours 
to Canteleu, Eouen. its suburbs, its harbor, 
its miles of wharves, Eouen seemed like the 
straggling street of a country village. And 
this was Duclair, Caudebec, the country of 
Caux which they skimmed over in their ter 
rific flight, and Lillebonne, and Quillebeuf. 
Then, suddenly, they found themselves on 
the banks of the Seine, at the extremity of a 
little wharf, beside which lay a staunch sea 
going yacht that emitted great volumes of 
black smoke from its funnel. 

The automobile stopped. In two hours 
they had traveled over forty leagues. 

A man, wearing a blue uniform and a gold- 



laced cap, came forward and saluted. 
Lupin said to him: 

"All ready, captain? Did you receive iny 

"Yes, I got it." 

"Is The Swallow ready! " 

"Yes, monsieur." 

"Come, Monsieur Sholnies." 

The Englishman looked around, saw a 
group of people on the terrace in front of a 
cafe, hesitated a moment, then, realizing that 
before he could secure any assistance he 
would be seized, carried aboard and placed in 
the bottom of the hold, he crossed the gang 
plank and followed Lupin into the captain s 
cabin. It was quite a large room, scrupu 
lously clean, and presented a cheerful ap 
pearance with its varnished woodwork and 
polished brass. Lupin closed the door and 
addressed Sholmes abruptly, and almost 
rudely, as he said: 

"Well, what do you know?" 


4 * Every thing ? Come, be precise. 

His voice contained no longer that polite, 
if ironical, tone, which he had affected when 
speaking to the Englishman. Now, his voice 
had the imperious tone of a master accus- 


tomed to command and accustomed to be 
obeyed even by a Herlock Sholmes. They 
measured each other by their looks, enemies 
now open and implacable foes. Lupin 
spoke again, but in a milder tone : 

* I have grown weary of your pursuit, and 
do not intend to waste any more time in 
avoiding the traps you lay for me. I warn 
you that my treatment of you will depend on 
your reply. Now, what do you know!" 

"Everything, monsieur." 

Arsene Lupin controlled his temper and 
said, in a jerky manner : 

t 1 will tell you what you know. You know 
that, under the name of Maxime Bermond, I 
have . . . improved fifteen houses that were 
originally constructed by Monsieur Des- 


4 Of those fifteen houses, you have seen 


"And you have a list of the other eleven." 


"You made that list at Monsieur Des- 
tange s house on that night, no doubt." 


c * And you have an idea that, amongst those 


eleven houses, there is one that I have kept 
for the use of myself and my friends, and you 
have intrusted to Ganimard the task of find 
ing my retreat." 


t < What does that signify f 

"It signifies that I choose to act alone, and 
do not want his help." 

4 Then I have nothing to fear, since you are 
in my hands." 

"You have nothing to fear as long as I re 
main in your hands." 

"You mean that you will not remain?" 


Arsene Lupin approached the Englishman 
and, placing his hand on the latter s shoulder, 

Listen, monsieur ; I am not in a humor to 
argue with you, and, unfortunately for you, 
you are not in a position to choose. So let us. 
finish our business." 

"Very well." 

"You are going to give me your word of 
honor that you will not try to escape from 
this boat until you arrive in English waters." 

"I give you my word of honor that I shall 
escape if I have an opportunity," replied the 
indomitable Sholmes. 


i t But, sapristi ! you know quite well that at 
a word from me you would soon be rendered 
helpless. All these men will obey me blindly. 
At a sign from me they would place you in 
irons " 

i Irons can be broken. 

And throw you overboard ten miles from 

"I can swim." 

"I hadn t thought of that," said Lupin, 
with a laugh. "Excuse me, master . . . 
and let us finish. You will agree that I must 
take the measures necessary to protect my 
self and my friends." 

6 i Certainly ; but they will be useless. 

"And yet you do not wish me to take 

"It is your duty." 

"Very well, then." 

Lupin opened the door and called the cap 
tain and two sailors. The latter seized the 
Englishman, bound him hand and foot, and 
tied him to the captain s bunk. 

That will do, said Lupin. < It was only 
on account of your obstinacy and the unusual 
gravity of the situation, that I ventured to 
offer you this indignity." 



The sailors retired. Lupin said to the cap 
tain : , 

"Let one of the crew remain here to look 
after Monsieur Sholmes, and you can give 
him as much of your own company as possi 
ble. Treat him with all due respect and con 
sideration. He is not a prisoner, but a guest. 
What time have you, captain! " 

"Five minutes after two." 

Lupin consulted his watch, then looked at 
the clock that was attached to the wall of the 

Five minutes past two is right. How long 
will it take you to reach Southampton?" 

"Nine hours, easy going." 

i i Make it eleven. You must not land there 
until after the departure of the midnight boat, 
which reaches Havre at eight o clock in the 
morning. Do you understand, captain! Let 
me repeat : As it would be very dangerous for 
all of us to permit Monsieur to return to 
France by that boat, you must not reach 
Southampton before one o clock in the morn 

"I understand." 

"Au revoir, master; next year, in this 
world or in the next. " > 

"Until to-morrow," replied Sholmes. 


A few minutes later Sholmes heard the 
automobile going away, and at the same time 
the steam puffed violently in the depths of 
The Swallow. The boat had started for Eng 
land. About three o clock the vessel left the 
mouth of the river and plunged into the open 
sea. At that moment Sholmes was lying on 

the captain s bunk, sound asleep. 


Next morning it being the tenth and last 
day of the duel between Sholmes and Lupin 
the Echo de France published this interesting 
bit of news : 

"Yesterday a judgment of ejectment was 
entered in the case of Arsene Lupin against 
Herlock Sholmes, the English detective. 
Although signed at noon, the judgment was 
executed the same day. At one o clock this 
morning Sholmes was landed at Southamp 
ton. " 



INGE eight o clock a dozen moving- 
vans had encumbered the rue Crevaux 
between the avenue du Bois-de-Bou- 
logne and the avenue Bugeaud. Mon. Felix 
Davey was leaving the apartment in which he 
lived on the fourth floor of No. 8; and Mon. 
Dubreuil, who had united into a single apart 
ment the fifth floor of the same house and the 
fifth floor of the two adjoining houses, was 
moving on the same day a mere coincidence, 
since the gentlemen were unknown to each 
other the vast collection of furniture regard 
ing which so many foreign agents visited him 
every day. 

A circumstance which had been noticed by 
some of the neighbors, but was not spoken of 
until later, was this : None of the twelve vans 
bore the name and address of the owner, and 
none of the men accompanying them visited 
the neighboring wine shops. They worked so 
diligently that the furniture was all out by 
eleven o clock. Nothing remained but those 


scraps of papers and rags that are always left 
behind in the corners of the empty rooms. 

Mon. Felix Davey, an elegant young man, 
dressed in the latest fashion, carried in his 
hand a walking-stick, the weight of which in 
dicated that its owner possessed extraor 
dinary biceps Mon. Felix Davey walked 
calmly away and took a seat on a bench in 
the avenue du Bois-de-Boulogne facing the 
rue Pergolese. Close to him a woman, dressed 
in a neat but inexpensive costume, was read 
ing a newspaper, whilst a chilcl was playing 
with a shovel in a heap of sand. 

After a few minutes Felix Davey spoke to 
the woman, without turning his head : 


"Went out at nine o clock this morning." 


"To police headquarters." 



* No telegram during the night f 


"Do they suspect you in the house?" 

"No; I do some little things for Madame 
Ganimard, and she tells me everything her 
husband does. I have been with her all morn 


i Very well. Until further orders come here 
every day at eleven o clock/ 

He rose and walked away in the direction 
of the Dauphine gate, stopping at the Chinese 
pavilion, where he partook of a frugal repast 
consisting of two eggs, with some fruit and 
vegetables. Then he returned to the rue 
Crevaux and said to the concierge : 

"I will just glance through the rooms and 
then give you the keys. 

He finished his inspection of the room that 
he had used as a library; then he seized the 
end of a gas-pipe, which hung down the side 
of the chimney. The pipe was bent and a hole 
made in the elbow. To this hole he fitted a 
small instrument in the form of an ear-trum 
pet and blew into it. A slight whistling sound 
came by way of reply. Placing the trumpet 
to his mouth, he said: 

1 i Anyone around, Dubreuil ? 


May I come up ? " 


He returned the pipe to its place, saying to 
himself : 

How progressive we are ! Our century 
abounds with little inventions which render 
life really charming and picturesque. And 


so amusing ! . . . especially when a person 
knows how to enjoy life as I do. 

He turned one of the marble mouldings of 
the mantel, and the entire half of the mantel 
moved, and the mirror above it glided in in 
visible grooves, disclosing an opening and the 
lower steps of a stairs built in the very body 
of the chimney ; all very clean and complete 
the stairs were constructed of polished metal 
and the walls of white tiles. He ascended the 
steps, and at the fifth floor there was the same 
opening in the chimney. Mon. Dubreuil was 
waiting for him. 

"Have you finished in your rooms!" 


* Everything cleared out ! 


"And the people!" 

"Only the three men on guard." 

1 Very well ; come on. 

They ascended to the upper floor by the 
same means, one after the other, and there 
found three men, one of whom was looking 
through the window. 

"Any thing new!" 

i Nothing, governor. 

"All quiet in the street V 



"In ten minutes I will be ready to leave. 
You will go also. But in the meantime if you 
see the least suspicious movement in the 
street, warn me. 

I have my finger on the alarm-bell all the 

i Dubreuil, did you tell the moving men not 
to touch the wire of that bell ? 

"Certainly; it is working all right." 

i That is all I want to know. 

The two gentlemen then descended to the 
apartment of Felix Davey and the latter, 
after adjusting the marble mantel, exclaimed, 

* i Dubreuil, I should like to see the man who 
is able to discover all the ingenious devices, 
warning bells, net-works of electric wires and 
acoustic tubes, invisible passages, moving 
floors and hidden stairways. A real fairy 

"What fame for Arsene Lupin!" 

"Fame I could well dispense with. It s a 
pity to be compelled to leave a place so well 
equipped, and commence all over again, Dub 
reuil . . . and on a new model, of course, 
for it would never do to duplicate this. Curse 
Herlock Sholmes ! 

"Has he returned to Paris!" 


"How could he? There has been only one 
boat come from Southampton and it left there 
at midnight ; only one train from Havre, leav 
ing there at eight o clock this morning and 
due in Paris at eleven fifteen. As he could not 
catch the midnight boat at Southampton 
and the instructions to the captain on that 
point were explicit he cannot reach France 
until this evening via Newhaven and Dieppe. 

Do you think he will come back 1 

"Yes; he never gives up. He will return 
to Paris ; but it will be too late. We will be 
far away." 

"And Mademoiselle Destange?" 

i i I am to see her in an hour. 

"At her house!" 

4 i Oh ! no ; she will not return there for sev 
eral days. But you, Dubreuil, you must hur 
ry. The loading of our goods will take a long 
time and you should be there to look after 

"Are you sure that we are not being 

"By whom? I am not afraid of anyone 
but Sholmes." 

Dubreuil retired. Felix Davey made a last 
tour of the apartment, picked up two or three 
torn letters, then, noticing a piece of chalk, he 


took it and, on the dark paper of the drawing- 
room, drew a large frame and wrote within it 
the following : 

"Arsene Lupin, gentleman-burglar, lived 
here for five years at the beginning of the 
twentieth century/ 

This little pleasantry seemed to please him 
very much. He looked at it for a moment, 
whistling a lively air, then said to himself : 

"Now that I have placed myself in touch 
with the historians of future generations, I 
can go. You must hurry, Herlock Sholmes, as 
I shall leave my present abode in three min 
utes, and your defeat will be an accomplished 
fact . . . Two minutes more ! you are keep 
ing me waiting, Monsieur Sholmes. . . . One 
minute more! Are you not coming? Well, 
then, I proclaim your downfall and my 
apotheosis. And now I make my escape. 
Farewell, kingdom of Arsene Lupin ! I shall 
never see you again. Farewell to the fifty- 
five rooms of the six apartments over which 
I reigned! Farewell, my own royal bed 
chamber ! 

His outburst of joy was interrupted by the 
sharp ringing of a bell, which stopped twice, 
started again and then ceased. It was the 
alarm bell. 


What was wrong? What unforeseen 
danger? Ganimard! No; that wasn t possi 

He was on the point of returning to his 
library and making his escape. But, first, he 
went to the window. There was no one in the 
street. W^as the enemy already in the house? 
He listened and thought he could discern cer 
tain confused sounds. He hesitated no longer. 
He ran to his library, and as he crossed the 
threshold he heard the noise of a key being 
inserted in the lock of the vestibule door. 

"The deuce!" he murmured; "I have no 
time to lose. The house may be surrounded. 
The servants stairway impossible! For 
tunately, there is the chimney." 

He pushed the moulding; it did not move. 
He made a greater effort still it refused to 
move. At the same time he had the impres 
sion that the door below opened and that he 
could hear footsteps. 

"Good God!" he cried; "I am lost if this 
cursed mechanism- 
He pushed with all his strength. Nothing 
moved nothing! By some incredible acci 
dent, by some evil stroke of fortune, the mech 
anism, which had worked only a few moments 
ago, would not work now. 


He was furious. The block of marble re 
mained immovable. He uttered frightful im 
precations on the senseless stone. Was his 
escape to be prevented by that stupid ob 
stacle ? He struck the marble wildly, madly ; 
he hammered it, he cursed it. 

"Ah! what s the matter, Monsieur Lupin! 
You seem to be displeased about something. " 

Lupin turned around. Herlock Sholmes 

stood before him! 


Herlock Sholmes! . . . Lupin gazed at 
him with squinting eyes as if his sight were 
defective and misleading. Herlock Sholmes 
in Paris! Herlock Sholmes, whom he had 
shipped to England only the day before as a 
dangerous person, now stood before him free 
and victorious ! . . . Ah ! such a thing was 
nothing less than a miracle ; it was contrary 
to all natural laws ; it was the culmination of 
all that is illogical and abnormal . . . Her 
lock Sholmes here before his face ! 

And when the Englishman spoke his words 
were tinged with that keen sarcasm and mock 
ing politeness with which his adversary had 
so often lashed him. He said : 

"Monsieur Lupin, in the first place I have 
the honor to inform you that at this time and 


place I blot from my memory forever all 
thoughts of the miserable night that you 
forced rne to endure in the house of Baron. 
d Hautrec, of the injury done to my friend 
Wilson, of my abduction in the automobile, 
and of the voyage I took yesterday under 
your orders, bound to a very uncomfortable 
couch. But the joy of this moment effaces all 
those bitter memories. I forgive everything. 
I forget everything I wipe out the debt. I 
am paid and royally paid. 

Lupin made no reply. So the Englishman 
continued : 

" Don t you think so yourself?" 

He appeared to insist as if demanding an 
acquiescence, as a sort of receipt in regard to 
the part. 

After a moment s reflection, during which 
the Englishman felt that he was scrutinized 
to the very depth of his soul, Lupin declared : 

* I presume, monsieur, that your conduct is 
based upon serious motives?" 

"Very serious." 

< The fact that you have escaped from my 
captain and his crew is only a secondary in 
cident of our struggle. But the fact that you 
are here before me alone understand, alone 
face to face with Arsene Lupin, leads me to 



think that your revenge is as complete as pos 

"As complete as possible." 

"This house?" 


"The two adjoining houses!" 


i The apartment above this ? 

"The three apartments on the fifth floor 
that were formerly occupied by Monsieur 
Dubreuil are surrounded. 

"So that " 

"So that you are captured, Monsieur 
Lupin absolutely captured." 

The feelings that Sholmes had experienced 
during his trip in the automobile were now 
suffered by Lupin, the same concentrated 
fury, the same revolt, and also, let us admit, 
th v : .! :..e loyalty of submission to force of 
circumstances. Equally brave in victory or 

"Our accounts are squared, monsieur," 
said Lupin, frankly. 

The Englishman was pleased with that con 
fession. After a short silence Lupin, now 
quite self-possessed, said smiling: 

"And I am not sorry ! It becomes monoton 
ous to win all the time. Yesterday I had only 


to stretch out my hand to finish you forever. 
Today I belong to you. The game is yours. 

Lupin laughed heartily and then continued : 

"At last the gallery will be entertained! 
Lupin in prison! How will he get out! In 
prison! . . . What an adventure! . . . 
Ah ! Sholmes, life is just one damn thing after 
another ! 

He pressed his closed hands to his temples 
as if to suppress the tumultuous joy that 
surged within him, and his actions indicated 
that he was moved by an uncontrollable 
mirth. At last, when he had recovered his 
self-possession, he approached the detective 
and said : 

"And now what are you waiting for?" 

What am I waiting f or ! " 

; Yes ; Ganimard is here with his men why 
don t they come in!" 

"I asked him not to." 

"And he consented!" 

"I accepted his services on condition that 
he would be guided by me. Besides, he thinks 
that Felix Davey is only an accomplice of 
Arsene Lupin." 

Then I will repeat my question in another 
form. Why did you come in alone ! 

"Because I wished to speak to you alone." 



"Ah! ah! you have something to say to 

That idea seemed to please Lupin im 
mensely. There are certain circumstances in 
which words are preferable to deeds, 

"Monsieur Sholmes, I am sorry I cannot 
offer you an easy chair. How would you like 
that broken box 1 Or perhaps you would pre 
fer the window ledge? I am sure a glass of 
beer would be welcome . . . light or dark ? 
. . . But sit down, please. 

"Thank you; we can talk as well standing 

"Very well proceed." 

"I will be brief. The object of my sojourn 
in France was not to accomplish your arrest. 
If I have been led to pursue you, it was be 
cause I saw no other way to achieve my real 

"Which was!" 

To recover the blue diamond. 

"The blue diamond!" 

"Certainly; since the one found in Herr 
Bleichen s tooth-powder was only an imita 

"Quite right; the genuine diamond was 
taken by the blonde Lady. I made an exact 
duplicate of it and then, as I had designs on 


other jewels belonging to the Countess and 
as the Consul Herr Bleichen was already 
under suspicion, the aforesaid blonde Lady, 
in order to avert suspicion, slipped the false 
stone into the aforesaid Consul s luggage/ 

"While you kept the genuine diamond? " 

"Of course. " 

"That diamond I want it." 

"I am very sorry, but it is impossible. " 

"I have promised it to the Countess de 
Crozon. I must have it." 

"How will you get it, since it is in my 
possession !" 

"That is precisely the reason because it 
is in your possession. " 

"Oh! I am to give it to you!" 



"I will buy it." 

"Ah!" exclaimed Lupin, in an access of 
mirth, "you are certainly an Englishman. 
You treat this as a matter of business. 

"It is a matter of business." 

"Well! what is your off erf" 

"The liberty of Mademoiselle Destange." 

"Her liberty? ... I didn t know she 
was under arrest." 

"I will give Monsieur Ganimard the nee- 


essary information. When deprived of your 
protection, she can readily be taken." 

Lupin laughed again, and said : 

4 My dear monsieur, you are offering me 
something you do not possess. Mademoiselle 
Destange is in a place of safety, and has 
nothing to fear. You must make me another 

The Englishman hesitated, visibly embar 
rassed and vexed. Then, placing his hand on 
the shoulder of his adversary, he said : 

"And if I should propose to you " 

"My liberty?" 

"No . . . but I can leave the room to 
consult with Ganimard. 

"And leave me alone!" 


"Ah! mon dieu, what good would that be? 
The cursed mechanism will not work," said 
Lupin, at the same time savagely pushing 
the moulding of the mantel. He stifled a cry 
of surprise ; this time fortune favored him 
the block of marble moved. It was his salva 
tion ; his hope of escape. In that event, why 
submit to the conditions imposed by Sholmes 1 
He paced up and down the room, as if he 
were considering his reply. Then, in his 


turn, he placed his hand on the shoulder of 
his adversary, and said : 

"All things considered. Monsieur Sholmes, 
I prefer to do my own business in my own 

"But " 

"No, I don t require anyone s assistance. " 

"When Ganimard gets his hand on you, it 
will be all over. You can t escape from 

"Who knows?" 

"Come, that is foolish. Every door and 
window is guarded." 

"Except one." 


"The one I will choose." 

"Mere words! Your arrest is as good as 

"Oh! no not at all." 


"I shall keep the blue diamond." 

Sholmes looked at his watch, and said : 

"It is now ten minutes to three. At three 
o clock I shall call Ganimard. 

"Well, then, we have ten minutes to chat. 
And to satisfy my curiosity, Monsieur 
Sholmes, I should like to know how you pro- 



cured my address and my name of Felix 

Although his adversary s easy manner 
caused Sholmes some anxiety, he was willing 
to give Lupin the desired information since 
it reflected credit on his professional astute 
ness ; so he replied : 

i Your address! I got it from the blonde 

"Clo tilde I" 

" Herself. Do you remember, yesterday 
morning, when I wished to take her away in 
the automobile, she telephoned to her dress 


"Well, I understood, later, that you were 
the dressmaker. And last night, on the boat, 
by exercising my memory and my memory 
is something I have good reason to be proud 
of I was able to recollect the last two fig 
ures of your telephone number 73. Then, 
as I possessed a list of the houses you had 
improved, it was an easy matter, on my 
arrival in Paris at eleven o clock this morn 
ing, to search in the telephone directory and 
find there the name and address of Felix 
Davey. Having, obtained that information, 
I asked the aid of Monsieur Ganirnard." 


. . 

; Admirable! I congratulate you. But 
how did you manage to catch the eight o clock 
train at Havre! How did you escape from 
The Swallow?" 

"I did not escape." 


"You ordered the captain not to reach 
Southampton before one o clock. He landed 
me there at midnight. I was able to catch 
the twelve o clock boat for Havre." 

4 Did the captain betray me! I can t be 
lieve it." 

"No, he did not betray you." 

"Well, what then!" 

"It was his watch." 

"His watch!" 

"Yes, I put it ahead one hour." 


"In the usual way, by turning the hands. 
We were sitting side by side, talking, and I 
was telling him some funny stories. . . . 
Why ! he never saw me do it. 

"Bravo! a very clever trick. I shall not 
forget it. But the clock that was hanging 
on the wall of the cabin!" 

"Ah! the clock was a more difficult matter, 
as my feet were tied, but the sailor, who 
guarded me during the captain s absence, 


was kind enough to turn the hands for me." 

4 He I Nonsense ! He wouldn t do it. 

"Oh! but he didn t know the importance 
of his act. I told him I must catch the first 
train for London, at any price, and . . . 
he allowed himself to be persuaded 

By means of 

"By means of a slight gift, which the ex 
cellent fellow, loyal and true to his master, 
intends to send to you. 

"What was it!" 

"A mere trifle." 

"But what?" 

"The blue diamond." 

"The blue diamond!" 

"Yes, the false stone that you substituted 
for the Countess diamond. She gave it to 

There was a sudden explosion of violent 
laughter. Lupin laughed until the tears 
started in his eyes. 

Mon dieu, but it is funny ! My false dia 
mond palmed off on my innocent sailor ! And 
the captain s watch! And the hands of the 

Sholmes felt that the duel between him and 
Lupin was keener than ever. His marvellous 
instinct warned him that, behind his adver- 


sary s display of mirth, there was a shrewd 
intellect debating the ways and means to 
escape. Gradually Lupin approached the 
Englishman, who recoiled, and, uncon 
sciously, slipped his hand into his watch- 

4 It is three o clock, Monsieur Lupin. " 

" Three o clock, already! What a pity! 
We were enjoying our chat so much. 

"I am waiting for your answer." 

My answer ? Mon dieu ! but you are par 
ticular ! . . . And so this is the last move 
in our little game and the stake is my 

"Or the blue diamond." 

"Very well. It s your play. What are 
you going to do ! " 

"I play the king," said Sholmes, as he fired 
his revolver. 

"And I the ace," replied Lupin, as lie 
struck at Sholmes with his fist. 

Sholrnes had fired into the air, as a signal 
to Ganimard, whose assistance he required. 
But Lupin s fist had caught Sholmes in the 
stomach, and caused him to double up with 
pain. Lupin rushed to the fireplace and set 
the marble slab in motion. ... Too late ! 
The door opened. 


"Surrender, Lupin, or I fire!" 

Ganimard, doubtless stationed closer than 
Lupin had thought, Ganimard was there, 
with his revolver turned on Lupin. And be 
hind Ganimard there were twenty men, 
strong and ruthless fellows, who would beat 
him like a dog at the least sign of resistance. 

"Hands down! I surrender !" said Lupin, 
calmly; and he folded his arms across his 

Everyone was amazed. In the room, di 
vested of its furniture and hangings, Arsene 
Lupin s words sounded like an echo. . . . 
"I surrender !" . . . It seemed incredible. 
No one would have been astonished if he had 
suddenly vanished through a trap, or if a 
section of the wall had rolled away and 
allowed him to escape. But he surrendered ! 

Ganimard advanced, nervously, and with 
all the gravity that the importance of the oc 
casion demanded, he placed his hand on the 
shoulder of his adversary, and had the in 
finite pleasure of saying: 

"I arrest you, Arsene Lupin. " 

< < Brrr ! said Lupin, you make me shiver, 
my dear Ganimard. What a lugubrious face ! 
One would imagine you were speaking over 


the grave of a friend. For Heaven s sake, 
don t assume such a funereal air." 

"I arrest you." 

11 Don t let that worry you! In the name 
of the law, of which he is a well-deserving 
pillar, Ganimard, the celebrated Parisian 
detective, arrests the wicked Arsene Lupin. 
An historic event, of which you will appre 
ciate the true importance. . . . And it is 
the second time that it has happened. Bravo, 
Ganimard, you are sure of advancement in 
your chosen profession!" 

And he held out his wrists for the hand 
cuffs. Ganimard adjusted them in a most 
solemn manner. The numerous policemen, 
despite their customary presumption and the 
bitterness of their feelings toward Lupin, 
conducted themselves with becoming mod^ 
esty, astonished at being permitted to gaze 
upon that mysterious and intangible creature. 

My poor Lupin, sighed our hero, l what 
would your aristocratic friends say if they 
should see you in this humiliating position!" 

He pulled his wrists apart with all his 
strength. The veins in his forehead ex 
panded. The links of the chain cut into his 
flesh. The chain fell off broken. 


"Another, comrades, that one was use 

They placed two on him this time. 

"Quite right, " he said. "You cannot be 
too careful." 

Then, counting the detectives and police 
men, he said: 

i i How many are you, my friends ? Twenty- 
five"? Thirty? That s too many. I can t do 
anything. Ah! if there had been only 

There was something fascinating about 
Lupin; it was the fascination of the great 
actor who plays his role with spirit and un 
derstanding, combined with assurance and 
ease. Sholmes regarded him as one might 
regard a beautiful painting with a due ap 
preciation of all its perfection in coloring and 
technique. And he really thought that it was 
an equal struggle between those thirty men 
on one side, armed as they were with all the 
strength and majesty of the law, and, on the 
other side, that solitary individual, unarmed 
and handcuffed. Yes, the two sides were 

"Well, master," said Lupin to the Eng 
lishman, "this is your work. Thanks to you, 
Lupin is going to rot on the damp straw of 



a dungeon. Confess that your conscience 
pricks you a little, and that your soul is filled 
with remorse." 

In spite of himself, Sholmes shrugged his 
shoulders, as if to say: "It s your own 

Never ! never ! exclaimed Lupin. i Give 
you the blue diamond! Oh! no, it has cost 
me too much trouble. I intend to keep it. 
On my occasion of my first visit to you in 
London which will probably be next month 
-I will tell you my reasons. But will you 
be in London next month! Or do you prefer 
Vienna? Or Saint Petersburg!" 

Then Lupin received a surprise. A bell 
commenced to ring. It was not the alarm- 
bell, but the bell of the telephone which was 
located between the two windows of the room 
and had not yet been removed. 

The telephone! Ah! Who could it be! 
Who was about to fall into this unfortunate 
trap! Arsene Lupin exhibited an access of 
rage against the unlucky instrument as if he 
would like to break it into a thousand pieces 
and thus stifle the mysterious voice that was 
calling for him. But it was Ganimard who 
took down the receiver, and said : 

"Hello! Hello! . . . number 


648.73 . . . yes, this is it." 

Then Sholmes stepped up, and, with an air 
of authority, pushed Ganimard aside, took 
the receiver, and covered the transmitter with 
his handkerchief in order to obscure the tone 
of his voice. At that moment he glanced 
toward Lupin, and the look which they ex 
changed indicated that the same idea had 
occurred to each of them, and that they fore 
saw the ultimate result of that theory : it was 
the blonde Lady who was telephoning. She 
wished to telephone to Felix Davey, or rather 
to Maxime Bermond, and it was to Sholmes 
she was about to speak. The Englishman 

" Hello . . . Hello!" 

Then, after a silence, he said : 

4 Yes, it is I, Maxime. 

The drama had commenced and was pro 
gressing with tragic precision. Lupin, the 
irrepressible and nonchalant Lupin, did not 
attempt to conceal his anxiety, and he 
strained every nerve in a desire to hear or, 
at least, to divine the purport of the conver 
sation. And Sholmes continued, in reply to 
the mysterious voice: 

" Hello! . . . Hello! . . . Yes, every 
thing has been moved, and I am just ready 


to leave here and meet you as we agreed. 
. . . Where? . . . Where you are 
now. . . . Don t believe that he is here 
yet! . . ." 

Sholmes stopped, seeking for words. It 
was clear that he was trying to question the 
girl without betraying himself, and that he 
was ignorant of her whereabouts. Moreover, 
Ganimard s presence seemed to embarrass 
him. ... Ah! if some miracle would 
only interrupt that cursed conversation! 
Lupin prayed for it with all his strength, 
with all the intensity of his incited nerves! 
After a momentary pause, Sholmes con 
tinued : 

" Hello! . . . Hello! ... Do you 
hear me! ... I can t hear you very well. 
. . . Can scarcely make out what you say. 
. . . Are you listening! Well, I think you 
had better return home. ... No danger 
now. . . . But he is in England ! I have 
received a telegram from Southampton an 
nouncing his arrival." 

The sarcasm of those words! Sholmes 
uttered them with an inexpressible comfort. 
And he added : 

"Very well, don t lose any time. I will 
meet you there." 


He hung up the receiver. 

"Monsieur Ganimard, can you furnish me 
with three men?" 

"For the blonde Lady, eh?" 


* You know who she is, and where she is ? " 


"Good! That settles Monsieur Lupin. 
. . . Folenf ant, take two men, and go with 
Monsieur Sholmes." 

The Englishman departed, accompanied by 
the three men. 

The game was ended. The blonde Lady 
was, also, about to fall into the hands of the 
Englishman. Thanks to his commendable 
persistence and to a combination of fortuitous 
circumstances, the battle had resulted in a 
victory for the detective, and in irreparable 
disaster for Lupin. 

"Monsieur Sholmes!" 

The Englishman stopped. 

"Monsieur Lupin!" 

Lupin was clearly shattered by this final 
blow. His forehead was marked by deep 
wrinkles. He was sullen and dejected. How 
ever, he pulled himself together, and, not 
withstanding his defeat, he exclaimed, in a 
cheerful tone : 


"You will concede that fate has been 
against me. A few minutes ago, it prevented 
my escape through that chimney, and deliv 
ered me into your hands. Now, by means of 
the telephone, it presents you with the blonde 
Lady. I submit to its decrees." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean that I am ready to re-open our 

Sholmes took Ganimard aside and asked, 
in a manner that did not permit a reply, the 
authority to exchange a few words with the 
prisoner. Then he approached Lupin, and 
said, in a sharp, nervous tone : 

"What do you want!" 

"Mademoiselle Destange s liberty." 

"You know the price." 


"And you accept!" 

"Y^es; I accept your terms." 

"Ah!" said the Englishman, in surprise, 
"but . . . you refused . . . for your 
self " 

"Yes, I can look out for myself, Monsieur 
Sholmes, but now the question concerns a 
young woman . . . and a woman I love. 
In France, understand, we have very decided 


ideas about such things. And Lupin has the 
same feelings as other people. 

He spoke with simplicity and candor. 
Sholmes replied by an almost imperceptible 
inclination of his head, and murmured : 

"Very well, the blue diamond." 

"Take my cane, there, at the end of the 
mantel. Press on the head of the cane with 
one hand, and, with the other, turn the iron 
ferrule at the bottom. " 

Holmes took the cane and followed the di 
rections. As he did so, the head of the cane 
divided and disclosed a cavity which con 
tained a small ball of wax which, in turn, 
enclosed a diamond. He examined it. It 
was the blue diamond. 

"Monsieur Lupin, Mademoiselle Destange 
is free." 

"Is her future safety assured? Has she 
nothing to fear from you ! 

"Neither from me, nor anyone else." 

How can you manage it ? " 

"Quite easily. I have forgotten her name 
and address." 

"Thank you. And au revoir for I 
will see you again, sometime, Monsieur 

"I have no doubt of it." 


Then followed an animated conversation 
between Sholmes and Ganimard, which was 
abruptly terminated by the Englishman, who 
said : 

"I am very sorry, Monsieur Ganimard, 
that we cannot agree on that point, but I 
have no time to waste trying to convince you. 
I leave for England within an hour." 

"But . . . the blonde Lady? " 

"I do not know such a person. " 

"And yet, a moment ago 

"You must take the affair as it stands. I 
have delivered Arsene Lupin into your hands. 
Here is the blue diamond, which you will 
have the pleasure of returning to the 
Countess de Crozon. What more do you 

"The blonde Lady. " 

"Find her." 

Sholmes pulled his cap down over his fore 
head and walked rapidly away, like a man 
who is accustomed to go as soon as his busi 
ness is finished. 

"Bon voyage, monsieur," cried Lupin, 
"and, believe me, I shall never forget the 
friendly way in which our little business af 
fairs have been arranged. My regards to 
Monsieur Wilson. 


Not receiving any reply, Lupin added, 
sneeringly : 

"That is what is called taking British 
leave. Ah! their insular dignity lacks the 
flower of courtesy by which we are dis 
tinguished. Consider for a moment, Gani 
mard, what a charming exit a Frenchman 
would have made under similar circum 
stances! With what exquisite courtesy he 
would have masked his triumph ! . . . But, 
God bless me, Ganimard, what are you doing? 
Making a search! Come, what s the use? 
There is nothing left not even a scrap of 
paper. I assure you my archives are in a safe 
place. " 

"I am not so sure of that," replied Gani 
mard. "I must search everything." 

Lupin submitted to the operation. Held by 
two detectives and surrounded by the others, 
he patiently endured the proceedings for 
twenty minutes, then he said : 

1 Hurry up, Ganimard, and finish ! 

* You are in a hurry. 

"Of course I am. An important appoint 

"At the police station?" 

"No; in the city." 

"Ah! at what time?" 


Two o clock/ 

4 4 It is three o clock now. 

4 Just so ; I will be late. And punctuality 
is one of my virtues." 

Well, give me five minutes. 

i 4 Not a second more, said Lupin. 

"I am doing my best to expedite " 

4 0h! don t talk so much. . . . Still search 
ing that cupboard? It is empty." 

* * Here are some letters. 

Old invoices, I presume ! 

"No; a packet tied with a ribbon." 

"A red ribbon! Oh! Ganimard, for God s 
sake, don t untie it !" 

i i From a woman ? 


"A woman of the world!" 

4 The best in the world." 

"Her name!" 

i Madame Ganimard." 

"Very funny! very funny!" exclaimed the 

At that moment the men, who had been 
sent to search the other rooms, returned and 
announced their failure to find anything. 
Lupin laughed and said: 

"Parbleu! Did you expect to find my vis 
iting list, or evidence of my business relations 


with the Emperor of Germany? But I can 
tell you what you should investigate, Gani- 
mard: All the little mysteries of this apart 
ment. For instance, that gas-pipe is a speak 
ing tube. That chimney contains a stairway. 
That wall is hollow. And the marvellous sys 
tem of bells ! Ah ! Ganimard, just press that 
button !" 

Ganimard obeyed. 

"Did you hear anything!" asked Lupin. 

"No. 57 

"Neither did I. And yet you notified my 
aeronaut to prepare the dirigible balloon 
which will soon carry us into the clouds. 

"Come!" said Ganimard, who had com 
pleted his search; "we ve had enough non 
sense let s be off." 

He started away, followed by his men. 
Lupin did not move. His guardians pushed 
him in vain. 

"Well," said Ganimard, "do you refuse 
to go!" 

"Not at all. But it depends." 

"On what?" 

Where you want to take me. 

"To the station-house, of course." 

"Then I refuse to go. I have no business 


"Are you crazy I" 

4 Did I not tell you that I had an important 
appointment ? 


"Why, Ganimard, I have an appointment 
with the blonde Lady, and do you suppose I 
would be so discourteous as to cause her a 
moment s anxiety! That would be very un- 

"Listen, Lupin," said the detective, who 
was becoming annoyed by this persiflage ; " I 
have been very patient with you, but I will 
endure no more. Follow me." 

"Impossible; I have an appointment and I 
shall keep it. 

For the last time follow me ! 


At a sign from Ganimard two men seized 
Lupin by the arms ; but they released him at 
once, uttering cries of pain. Lupin had 
thrust two long needles into them. The other 
men now rushed at Lupin with cries of rage 
and hatred, eager to avenge their comrades 
and to avenge themselves for the many af 
fronts he had heaped upon them; and now 
they struck and beat him to their heart s de 
sire. A violent blow on the temple felled 
Lupin to the floor. 


"If you hurt him you will answer to me," 
growled Ganimard, in a rage. 

He leaned over Lupin to ascertain his con 
dition. Then, learning that he was breathing 
freely, Ganimard ordered his men to carry 
the prisoner by the head and feet, while he 
himself supported the body. 

"Go gently, now! . . . Don t jolt him. 
Ah ! the brutes would have killed him. . . . 
Well, Lupin, how goes it ! 

i None too well, Ganimard . . . you let 
them knock me out. 

"It was your own fault; you were so ob 
stinate," replied Ganimard. "But I hope 
they didn t hurt you." 

They had left the apartment and were now 
on the landing. Lupin groaned and stam 
mered : 

Ganimard . . . the elevator . . . they 
are breaking my bones." 

"A good idea, an excellent idea," replied 
Ganimard. "Besides, the stairway is too nar 

He summoned the elevator. They placed 
Lupin on the seat with the greatest care. 
Ganimard took his place beside him and said 
to his men : 


6 1 Go down the stairs and wait for me below. 
Understand !" 

Ganimard closed the door of the elevator. 
Suddenly the elevator shot upward like a bal 
loon released from its cable. Lupin burst into 
a fit of sardonic laughter. 

4 * Good God!" cried Ganimard, as he made 
a frantic search in the dark for the button of 
descent. Having found it, he cried : 

"The fifth floor! Watch the door of the 
fifth floor." 

His assistants clambered up the stairs, two 
and three steps at a time. But this strange 
circumstance happened : The elevator seemed 
to break through the ceiling of the last floor, 
disappeared from the sight of Ganimard s as 
sistants, suddenly made its appearance on the 
upper floor the servants floor and stop 
ped. Three men were there waiting for it. 
They opened the door. Two of them seized 
Ganimard, who, astonished at the sudden at 
tack, scarcely made any defence. The other 
man carried off Lupin. 

* 1 1 warned you, Ganimard . . . about the 
dirigible balloon. Another time, don t be so 
tender-hearted. And, moreover, remember 
that Arsene Lupin doesn t allow himself to be 


struck and knocked down without sufficient 
reason. Adieu. 

The door of the elevator was already closed 
on Ganimard, and the machine began to de 
scend ; and it all happened so quickly that the 
old detective reached the ground floor as soon 
as his assistants. Without exchanging a word 
they crossed the court and ascended the 
servants stairway, which was the only way to 
reach the servants floor through which the 
escape had been made. 

A long corridor with several turns and bor 
dered with little numbered rooms led to a 
door that was not locked. On the other side 
of this door and, therefore, in another house 
there was another corridor with similar turns 
and similar rooms, and at the end of it a 
servants stairway. Ganimard descended it, 
crossed a court and a vestibule and found 
himself in the rue Picot. Then he understood 
the situation : the two houses, built the entire 
depth of the lots, touched at the rear, while 
the fronts of the houses faced upon two 
streets that ran parallel to each other at a dis 
tance of more than sixty metres apart. 

He found the concierge and, showing his 
card, enquired : m 

i Did four men pass here just now?" 


* Yes ; the two servants from the fourth and 
fifth floors, with two friends. " 

i Who lives on the fourth and fifth floors I 

1 Two men named Fauvel and their cousins, 
whose name is Provost. They moved to-day, 
leaving the two servants, who went away just 

"Ah!" thought Ganimard; "what a grand 
opportunity we have missed ! The entire band 
lived in these houses." 

And he sank down on a chair in despair. 


Forty minutes later two gentlemen were 
driven up to the station of the Northern Rail 
way and hurried to the Calais express, fol 
lowed by a porter who carried their valises. 
One of them had his arm in a sling, and the 
pallor of his face denoted some illness. The 
other man was in a jovial mood. 

"We must hurry, Wilson, or we will miss 
the train. . . . Ah ! Wilson, I shall never 
forget these ten days." 

"Neither will I." 

"Ah! it was a great struggle!" 


"A few repulses, here and there " 

" Of no consequence. 

"And, at last, victory all along the line. 


Lupin arrested! The blue diamond recov 

My arm broken ! 

"What does a broken arm count for in such 
a victory as that?" 

"Especially when it is my arm." 

"Ah! yes, don t you remember, Wilson, 
that it was at the very time you were in the 
pharmacy, suffering like a hero, that I dis 
covered the clue to the whole mystery?" 

"How lucky!" 

The doors of the carriages were being 

i i All aboard. Hurry up, gentlemen ! 

The porter climbed into an empty compart 
ment and placed their valises in the rack, 
whilst Sholmes assisted the unfortunate Wil 

"What s the matter, Wilson? You re not 
done up, are you? Come, pull your nerves 

"My nerves are all right." 

"Well, what is it, then?" 

"I have only one hand." 

"What of it?" exclaimed Sholmes, cheer 
fully. l < You are not the only one who has had 
a broken arm. Cheer up ! " 


Sholmes handed the porter a piece of fifty 

"Thank you, Monsieur Sholmes," said the 

The Englishman looked at him; it was 
Arsene Lupin. 

"You! . . . you!" he stammered, abso 
lutely astounded. 

And Wilson brandished his sound arm in 
the manner of a man who demonstrates a fact 
as he said : 

"You! you! but you were arrested! 
Sholmes told me so. When he left you Gani- 
mard and thirty men had you in charge." 

Lupin folded his arms and said, with an air 
of indignation : 

"Did you suppose I would let you go away 
without bidding you adieu? After the very 
friendly relations that have always existed 
between us ! That would be discourteous and 
ungrateful on my part. 

The train whistled. Lupin continued : 

"I beg your pardon, but have you every 
thing you need! Tobacco and matches . 
yes . . . and the evening papers ? You will 
find in them an account of my arrest your 
last exploit, Monsieur Sholmes. And now, au 
revoir. Am delighted to have made your ac- 


quaintance. And if ever I can be of any serv 
ice to you, I shall be only too happy. . . . 

He leaped to the platform and closed the 

"Adieu," he repeated, waving his handker 
chief. Adieu. ... I shall write to you. . . . 
You will write also, eh? And your arm broken, 
Wilson. ... I am truly sorry. ... I shall 
expect to hear from both of you. A postal 
card, now and then, Simply address : Lupin, 
Paris. That is sufficient. . . . Adieu. . . . See 
you soon. 



were sitting in front of the fireplace, 
in comfortable armchairs, with the 
feet extended toward the grateful warmth of 
a glowing coke fire. 

Sholmes pipe, a short brier with a silver 
band, had gone out. He knocked out the 
ashes, filled it, lighted it, pulled the skirts of 
his dressing-gown over his knees, and drew 
from his pipe great pufYs of smoke, which 
ascended toward the ceiling in scores of 
shadow rings. 

Wilson gazed at him, as a dog lying curled 
up on a rug before the fire might look at his 
master, with great round eyes which have no 
hope other than to obey the least gesture of 
his owner. Was the master going to break 
the silence! Would he reveal to Wilson the 
subject of his reverie and admit his satellite 
into the charmed realm of his thoughts! 

When Sholmes had maintained his silent 



attitude for some time, Wilson ventured to 
speak : 

Everything seems quiet now. Not the 
shadow of a ease to occupy our leisure 

Sholmes did not reply, but the rings of 
smoke emitted by Sholmes were better 
formed, and Wilson observed that his com 
panion drew considerable pleasure from that 
trifling fact an indication that the great 
man was not absorbed in any serious medi 
tation. W 7 ilson, discouraged, arose and went 
to the window. 

The lonely street extended between the 
gloomy fagades of grimy houses, unusually 
gloomy this morning by reason of a heavy 
downfali of rain. A cab passed; then an 
other. Wilson made an entry of their num 
bers in his memorandum-book. One never 
knows ! 

<4 Ah! M he exclaimed, "the postman." 

The man entered, shown in by the servant. 

"Two registered letters, sir ... if you 
will sign, please?" 

Sholmes signed the receipts, accompanied 
the man to the door, and was opening one of 
the letters as he returned. 


"It seems to please you," remarked Wil 
son, after a moment s silence. 

4 This letter contains a very interesting 
proposition. You are anxious for a case 
here s one. Bead 

Wilson read: 

1 i Monsieur, 

"I desire the benefit of your services and 
experience. I have been the victim of a serious 
theft, and the investigation has as yet been 
unsuccessful. I am sending to you by this 
mail a number of newspapers which will in 
form you of the affair, and if you will under 
take the case, I will place my house at your 
disposal and ask you to fill in the enclosed 
check, signed by me, for whatever sum you 
require for your expenses. 

Kindly reply by telegraph, and much 

"Your humble servant, 
"Baron Victor d Imblevalle, 

"18 rue Murillo, Paris." 

"Ah!" exclaimed Sholmes, "that sounds 
good . . . a little trip to Paris . . . 
and why not, Wilson? Since my famous duel 
with Arsene Lupin, I have not had an excuse 
to go there. I should be pleased to visit the 


capital of the world under less strenuous con 

He tore the check into four pieces and, 
while Wilson, whose arm had not yet regained 
its former strength, uttered bitter words 
against Paris and the Parisians, Sholmes 
opened the second envelope. Immediately, he 
made a gesture of annoyance, and a wrinkle 
appeared on his forehead during the reading 
of the letter ; then, crushing the paper into a 
ball, he threw it, angrily, on the floor. 

"Well! What s the matter 1" asked Wil 
son, anxiously. 

He picked up the ball of paper, unfolded it, 
and read, with increasing amazement : 

My Dear Monsieur : 

1 i You know full well the admiration I have 
for you and the interest I take in your re 
nown. Well, believe me, when I warn you to 
have nothing whatever to do with the case on 
which you have just now been called to Paris. 
Your intervention will cause much harm; 
your efforts will produce a most lamentable 
result ; and you will be obliged to make a pub 
lic confession of your defeat. 

"Having a sincere desire to spare you such 
humiliation, I implore you, in the name of 


the friendship that unites us, to remain peace 
fully reposing at your own fireside. 

My best wishes to Monsieur Wilson, and, 
for yourself, the sincere regards of your de 
voted ARSENE LUPIN. " 

"Arsene Lupin! 7 repeated Wilson, as 

Sholmes struck the table with his fist, and 
exclaimed : 

"Ah! he is pestering me already, the fool! 
He laughs at me as if I were a schoolboy ! The 
public confession of my defeat! Didn t I 
force him to disgorge the blue diamond?" 

"I tell you he s afraid," suggested Wil 

"Nonsense! Arsene Lupin is not afraid, 
and this taunting letter proves it." 

"But how did he know that the Baron 
d Imblevalle had written to you?" 

"What do I know about it? You do ask 
some stupid questions, my boy." 

"I thought . . . I supposed 

"What? That I am a clairvoyant? Or a 

"No, but I have seen you do some marvel 
lous things." 

No person can perform marvellous things. 
I no more than you. I reflect, I deduct, I con- 


elude that is all ; but I do not divine. Only 
fools divine." 

Wilson assumed the attitude of a whipped 
cur, and resolved not to make a fool of him 
self by trying to divine why Sholmes paced 
the room with quick, nervous strides. But 
when Sholmes rang for the servant and or 
dered his valise, Wilson thought that he was 
in possession of a material fact which gave 
him the right to retiect, deduct and conclude 
that his associate was about to take a journey. 
The same mental operation permitted him to 
assert, with almost mathematical exactness: 

"Sholmes, you are going to Paris. * 


"And Lupin s affront impels you to go, 
rather than the desire to assist the Baron 
d Imblevalle." 


Sholmes, I shall go with you. 
" Ah ; ah ! my old friend, exclaimed Sholmes, 
interrupting his walking, "you are not afraid 
that your right arm will meet the same fate 
as your left?" 

"What can happen to me? You will be 

"That s the way to talk, Wilson. We will 
show that clever Frenchman that he made a 


mistake when he threw his glove in our faces. 
Be quick, Wilson, we must catch the first 

* Without waiting for the papers the baron 
has sent you ! 

" What good are they?" 

I will send a telegram. 

"No; if you do that, Arsene Lupin will 
know of my arrival. I wish to avoid that. 
This time, Wilson, we must fight under 



That afternoon, the two friends embarked 
at Dover. The passage was a delightful one. 
In the train from Calais to Paris, Sholmes 
had three hours sound sleep, while Wilson 
guarded the door of the compartment. 

Sholmes awoke in good spirits. He was 
delighted at the idea of another duel with 
Arsene Lupin, and he rubbed his hands with 
the satisfied air of a man who looks forward 
to a pleasant vacation. 

"At last!" exclaimed Wilson, "we are 
getting to work again." 

And he rubbed his hands with the same 
satisfied air. 

At the station, Sholmes took the wraps and, 
followed by Wilson, who carried the valises, 


he gave up his tickets and started off briskly. 

"Fine weather, Wilson . . . Blue sky 
and sunshine ! Paris is giving us a royal re 

Yes, but what a crowd ! 

So much the better, Wilson, we will pass 
unnoticed. No one will recognize us in such 
a crowd." 

Is this Monsieur Sholmes ? 

He stopped, somewhat puzzled. Who the 
deuce could thus address him by his name? A 
woman stood beside him ; a young girl whose 
simple dress outlined her slender form and 
whose pretty face had a sad and anxious ex 
pression. She repeated her enquiry : 

"You are Monsieur Sholmes?" 

As he still remained silent, as much from 
confusion as from a habit of prudence, the 
girl asked a third time: 

"Have I the honor of addressing Monsieur 

"What do you want?" he replied, testily, 
considering the incident a suspicious one. 

You must listen to me, Monsieur Sholmes, 
as it is a serious matter. I know that you are 
going to the rue Murillo." 


"I know . I know rue Mu- 


rillo . . . number 18. Well, you must not 
go ... no, you must not. I assure you 
that you will regret it. Do not think that I 
have any interest in the matter. I do it be 
cause it is right . . . because my con 
science tells me to do it." 

Sholmes tried to get away, but she per 
sisted : 

"Oh! I beg of you, don t neglect my ad 
vice. . . . Ah ! if I only knew how to con 
vince you ! Look at me ! Look into my eyes ! 
They are sincere . * . they speak the 

She gazed at Sholmes, fearlessly but inno 
cently, with those beautiful eyes, serious and 
clear, in which her very soul seemed to be re 

Wilson nodded his head, as he said : 

"Mademoiselle looks honest." 

"Yes," she implored, "and you must have 

"I have confidence in you, mademoiselle," 
replied Wilson. 

"Oh, how happy you make me! And so 
has your friend? I feel it ... I am sure 
of it ! What happiness ! Everything will be 
all right now ! . . . What a good idea of 
mi&e! . . . Ah! yes, there is a train for 


Calais in twenty minutes. You will take it. 
. . . Quick, follow me ... you must 
come this way . . . there is just time." 

She tried to drag them along. Sholnaes 
seized her arm, and in as gentle a voice as 
he could assume, said to her : 

" Excuse me, mademoiselle, if I cannot 
yield to your wishes, but I never abandon a 
task that I have once undertaken." 

I beseech you ... I implore you. . . . 
Ah if you could only understand ! * 

Sholmes passed outside and walked away at 
a quick pace. Wilson said to the girl : 

1 Have no fear ... he will be in at the 
finish. He never failed yet." 

And he ran to overtake Sholmes. 


These words, in great black letters, met 
their gaze as soon as they left the railway 
station. A number of sandwich-men were pa 
rading through the street, one behind the 
other, carrying heavy canes with iron ferrules 
with which they struck the pavement in har 
mony, and, on their backs, they carried large 
posters, on which one could read the follow 
ing notice : 



Wilson shook his head, and said : 

4 Look at that, Sholmes, and we thought we 
were traveling incognito ! I shouldn t be sur 
prised to find the republican guard waiting 
for us at the rue Murillo to give us an official 
reception with toasts and champagne. " 

" Wilson, when you get funny, you get 
beastly funny," growled Sholmes. 

Then he approached one of the sandwich- 
men with the obvious intention of seizing him 
in his powerful grip and crushing him, to 
gether with his infernal sign-board. There 
was quite a crowd gathered about the men, 
reading the notices, and joking and laughing. 

Repressing a furious access of rage, 
Sholmes said to the man : 

4 When did they hire you?" 

* * This morning. 

How long have you been parading?" 

" About an hour." 

"But the boards were ready before that?" 


"Oh, yes, they were ready when we went 
to the agency this morning. 

So then it appears that Arsene Lupin had 
foreseen that he, Sholmes, would accept the 
challenge. More than that, the letter written 
by Lupin showed that he was eager for the 
fray and that he was prepared to measure 
swords once more with his formidable rival. 
Why! What motive could Arsene Lupin have 
in renewing the struggle ? 

Sholmes hesitated for a moment. Lupin 
must be very confident of his success to show 
so much insolence in advance; and was not 
he, Sholmes, falling into a trap by rushing 
into the battle at the first call for help! 

However, he called a carriage. 

i i Come, Wilson ! . . . Driver, 18 rue Mu- 
rillo!" he exclaimed, with an outburst of his 
accustomed energy. With distended veins and 
clenched fists, as if he were about to engage in 

a boxing bout, he jumped into the carriage. 


The rue Murillo is bordered with magnifi 
cent private residences, the rear of which 
overlook the Pare Monceau. One of the most 
pretentious of these houses is number 18, 
owned and occupied by the Baron d lmble- 
valle and furnished in a luxurious manner 


consistent with the owner s taste and wealth. 
There was a courtyard in front of the house, 
and, in the rear, a garden well filled with trees 
whose branches mingle with those of the park. 

After ringing the bell, the two Englishmen 
were admitted, crossed the courtyard, and 
were received at the door by a footman who 
showed them into a small parlor facing the 
garden in the rear of the house. They sat 
down and, glancing about, made a rapid in 
spection of the many valuable objects with 
which the room was filled. 

"Everything very choice, " murmured Wil 
son, "and in the best of taste. It is a safe 
deduction to make that those who had the 
leisure to collect these articles must now be 
at least fifty years of age." 

The door opened, and the Baron d lrnble- 
valle entered, followed by his wif e. Contrary 
to the deduction made by Wilson, they were 
both quite young, of elegant appearance, and 
vivacious in speech and action. They were 
profuse in their expressions of gratitude. 

"So kind of you to come! Sorry to have 
caused you so much trouble ! The theft now 
seems of little consequence, since it has pro 
cured us this pleasure." 

"How charming these French people are!" 



thought Wilson, evolving one of his common 
place deductions. 

"But time is money, " exclaimed the baron, 
especially your time, Monsieur Sholmes. So 
I will come to the point. Now, what do you 
think of the affair? Do you think you can 
succeed in it V 

"Before I can answer that I must know 
what it is about. 

I thought you knew. 

" No ; so I must ask you for full particulars, 
even to the smallest detail. First, what is 
the nature of the case?" 

"A theft." 

< When did it take place ? 

"Last Saturday," replied the baron, "or, 
at least, some time during Saturday night or 
Sunday morning." 

"That was six days ago. Now, you can 
tell me all about it." 

"In the first place, monsieur, I must tell 
you that my wife and I, conforming to the 
manner of life that our position demands, go 
out very little. The education of our chil 
dren, a few receptions, and the care and deco 
ration of our house such constitutes our 
life; and nearly all our evenings are spent 
in this little room, which is my wife s boudoir, 


and in which we have gathered a few artistic 
objects. Last Saturday night, about eleven 
o clock, I turned off the electric lights, and 
my wife and I retired, as usual, to our room." 

" Where is your room?" 

"It adjoins this. That is the door. Next 
morning, that is to say, Sunday morning, I 
arose quite early. As Suzanne, my wife, was 
still asleep, I passed into the boudoir as 
quietly as possible so as not to wake her. 
What was my astonishment when I found 
that window open as we had left it closed 
the evening before ! 

" A servant " 

"No one enters here in the morning until 
we ring. Besides, I always take the precau 
tion to bolt the second door which communi 
cates with the ante-chamber. Therefore, the 
window must have been opened from the out 
side. Besides, I have some evidence of that : 
the second pane of glass from the right 
close to the fastening had been cut." 

"And what does that window overlook?" 

* As you can see for yourself, it opens on a 
little balcony, surrounded by a stone railing. 
Here, we are on the first floor, and you can 
see the garden behind the house and the iron 
fence which separates it from the Pare Mon- 


ceau. It is quite certain that the thief came 
through the park, climbed the fence by the 
aid of a ladder, and thus reached the terrace 
below the window. 7 

That is quite certain, you say ? 

"Well, in the soft earth on either side of 
the fence, they found the two holes made by 
the bottom of the ladder, and two similar 
holes can be seen below the window. And 
the stone railing of the balcony shows two 
scratches which were doubtless made by the 
contact of the ladder/ 

"Is the Pare Monceau closed at night?" 

"No; but if it were, there is a house in 
course of erection at number 14, and a per 
son could enter that way." 

Herlock Sholmes reflected for a few min 
utes, and then said: 

"Let us come down to the theft. It must 
have been committed in this room!" 

"Yes; there was here, between that 
twelfth century Virgin and that tabernacle 
of chased silver, a small Jewish lamp. It has 

"And is that all?" 

"That is all." 

Ah! . . . And what is a Jewish lamp 1" 
One of those copper lamps used by the 

t i 


ancient Jews, consisting of a standard which 
supported a bowl containing the oil, and from 
this bowl projected several burners intended 
for the wicks. " 

"Upon the whole, an object of small 

"No great value, of course. But this one 
contained a secret hiding-place in which we 
were accustomed to place a magnificent jewel, 
a chimera in gold, set with rubies and emer 
alds, which was of great value." 

Why did you hide it there ? 

"Oh! I can t give any reason, monsieur, 
unless it was an odd fancy to utilize a hiding- 
place of that kind." 

i Did anyone know it 1 " 


"No one except the thief," said Sholmes. 
"Otherwise he would not have taken the 
trouble to steal the lamp." 

"Of course. But how could he know it, 
as it was only by accident that the secret 
mechanism of the lamp was revealed to us." 

"A similar accident has revealed it to some 
one else ... a servant ... or an ac 
quaintance. But let us proceed: I suppose 
the police have been notified?" 

* Yes. The examining magistrate has com- 


pleted his investigation. The reporter-detec 
tives attached to the leading newspapers have 
also made their investigations. But, as I 
wrote to you, it seems to me the mystery will 
never be solved. " 

Sholmes arose, went to the window, exam 
ined the casement, the balcony, the terrace, 
studied the scratches on the stone railing with 
his magnifying-glass, and then requested 
Mon. d Imblevalle to show him the garden. 

Outside, Sholmes sat down in a rattan chair 
and gazed at the roof the house in a dreamy 
way. Then he walked over to the two little 
wooden boxes with which they had covered 
the holes made in the ground by the bottom 
of the ladder with a view of preserving them 
intact. He raised the boxes, kneeled on the 
ground, scrutinized the holes and made some 
measurements. After making a similar ex 
amination of the holes near the fence, he and 
the baron returned to the boudoir where 
Madame d Imblevalle was waiting for them. 
After a short silence Sholmes said : 

"At the very outset of your story, baron, 
I was surprised at the very simple methods 
employed by the thief. To raise a ladder, 
cut a window-pane, select a valuable article, 
and walk out again no, that is not the way 



such things are done. All that is too plain, 
too simple." 

< Well, what do you think ! 

"That the Jewish lamp was stolen under 
the direction of Arsene Lupin. " 

"Arsene Lupin!" exclaimed the baron. 

"Yes, but he did not do it himself, as no 
one came from the outside. Perhaps a serv 
ant descended from the upper floor by means 
of a waterspout that I noticed when I was in 
the garden." 

"What makes you think so!" 

"Arsene Lupin would not leave this room 

Empty-handed ! But he had the lamp. 

"But that would not have prevented his 
taking that snuff-box, set with diamonds, or 
that opal necklace. When he leaves anything, 
it is because he can t carry it away." 

"But the marks of the ladder outside?" 

"A false scent. Placed there simply to 
avert suspicion." 

"And the scratches on the balustrade?" 

A farce ! They were made with a piece of 
sandpaper. See, here are scraps of the pa 
per that I picked up in the garden." 

"And what about the marks made by the 
bottom of the ladder?" 


< Counterfeit ! Examine the two rectangu 
lar holes below the window, and the two holes 
near the fence. They are of a similar form, 
but I find that the two holes near the house 
are closer to each other than the two holes 
near the fence. What does that fact sug 
gest ? To me, it suggested that the four holes 
were made by a piece of wood prepared for 
the purpose." 

44 The better proof would be the piece of 
wood itself." 

"Here it is," said Sholmes, "I found it in 
the garden, under the box of a laurel tree. 

The baron bowed to Sholmes in recogni 
tion of his skill. Only forty minutes had 
elapsed since the Englishman had entered the 
house, and he had already exploded all the 
theories theretofore formed, and which had 
been based on what appeared to be obvious 
and undeniable facts. But what now ap 
peared to be the real facts of the case rested 
upon a more solid foundation, to-wit, the as 
tute reasoning of a Herlock Sholmes. 

"The accusation which you make against 
one of our household is a very serious mat 
ter," said the baroness. "Our servants have 
been with us a long time and none of them 
would betray our trust." 


"If none of tliem lias betrayed you, how 
can you explain the fact that I received this 
letter on the same day and by the same mail 
as the letter you wrote to me?" 

He handed to the baroness the letter that 
he had received from Arsene Lupin. She ex 
claimed, in amazement : 

* i Arsene Lupin ! How could he know ? 

Did you tell anyone that you had written 

"No one," replied the baron. "The idea 
occurred to us the other evening at the din 

"Before the servants?" 

No, only our two children. Oh ! no ... 
Sophie and Henriette had left the table, 
hadn t they, Suzanne?" 

Madame d Imblevalle, after a moment s 
reflection, replied : 

"Yes, they had gone to Mademoiselle." 

"Mademoiselle?" queried Sholmes. 

"The governess, Mademoiselle Alice De- 

"Does she take her meals with you?" 

"No. Her meals are served in her room." 

Wilson had an idea. He said : 

"The letter written to my friend Herlock 
Sholmes was posted?" 


"Of course." 

Who posted it! 7 

"Dominique, who has been my valet for 
twenty years," replied the baron. "Any 
search in that direction would be a waste of 

* l One never wastes his time when engaged 
in a search, said Wilson, sententiously. 

This preliminary investigation now ended, 
and Sholmes asked permission to retire. 

At dinner, an hour later, he saw Sophie 
and Henriette, the two children of the family, 
one was six and the other eight years of age. 
There was very little conversation at the 
table. Sholmes responded to the friendly 
advances of his hosts in such a curt manner 
that they were soon reduced to silence. When 
the coffee was served, Sholmes swallowed the 
contents of his cup, and rose to take his 

At that moment, a servant entered with a 
telephone message addressed to Sholmes. He 
opened it, and read : 

"You have my enthusiastic admiration. 
The results attained by you in so short a time 
are simply marvellous. I am dismayed. 



Sholmes made a gesture of indignation and 
handed the message to the baron, saying: 

"What do you think now, monsieur? Are 
the walls of your house furnished with eyes 
and ears?" 

"I don t understand it," said the baron, in 

"Nor do I; but I do understand that Lupin 
has knowledge of everything that occurs in 
this house. He knows every movement, every 
word. There is no doubt of it. But how does 
he get his information! That is the first 
mystery I have to solve, and when I know 

that I will know everything." 


That night, Wilson retired with the clear 
conscience of a man who has performed his 
whole duty and thus acquired an undoubted 
right to sleep and repose. So he fell asleep 
very quickly, and was soon enjoying the most 
delightful dreams in which he pursued Lupin 
and captured him single-handed ; and the sen 
sation was so vivid and exciting that it woke 
him from his sleep. Someone was standing 
at his bedside. He seized his revolver, and 
cried : 

"Don t move, Lupin, or I ll fire." 

i The deuce ! Wilson, what do you mean ? 


"Oh! it is you, Sholmes. Do you want 

"I want to show you something. Get up." 

Sholmes led him to the window, and said : 

"Look! ... on the other side of the 
fence ..." 

"In the park?" 

"Yes. What do you see?" 

"I don t see anything." 

"Yes, you do see something." 

"Ah! of course, a shadow . . . two of 

"Yes, close to the fence. See, they are 
moving. Come, quick!" 

Quickly they descended the stairs, and 
reached a room which opened into the gar 
den. Through the glass door they could see 
the two shadowy forms in the same place. 

"It is very strange," said Sholmes, "but 
it seems to me I can hear a noise inside the 

"Inside the house? Impossible! Every 
body is asleep. 

"Well, listen " 

At that moment a low whistle came from 
the other side of the fence, and they per 
ceived a dim light which appeared to com r e 
from the house. 


* * The baron must have turned on the light 
in his room. It is just above us." 

"That must have been the noise you 
heard," said Wilson. "Perhaps they are 
watching the fence also." 

Then there was a second whistle, softer 
than before. 

"I don t understand it; I don t under 
stand," said Sholmes, irritably. 

No more do I, " confessed Wilson. 

Sholmes turned the key, drew the bolt, and 
quietly opened the door. A third whistle, 
louder than before, and modulated to another 
form. And the noise above their heads be 
came more pronounced. Sholmes said : 

"It seems to be on the balcony outside the 
boudoir window." 

He put his head through the half -opened 
door, but immediately recoiled, with a stifled 
oath. Then Wilson looked. Quite close to 
them there was a ladder, the upper end of 
which was resting on the balcony. 

"The deuce!" said Sholmes, "there is 
someone in the boudoir. That is what we 
heard. Quick, let us remove the ladder." 

But at that instant a man slid down the 
ladder and ran toward the spot where his 
accomplices were waiting for him outside the 


fence. He carried the ladder with him. 
Sholmes and Wilson pursued the man and 
overtook him just as he was placing the lad 
der against the fence. From the other side 
of the fence two shots were fired. 

"Wounded!" cried Sholmes. 

"No," replied Wilson. 

Wilson seized the man by the body and 
tried to hold him, but the man turned and 
plunged a knife into Wilson s breast. He 
uttered a groan, staggered and fell. 

i * Damnation ! muttered Sholmes, * if they 
have killed him I will kill them." 

He laid Wilson on the grass and rushed 
toward the ladder. Too late the man had 
climbed the fence and, accompanied by his 
confederates, had fled through the bushes. 

"Wilson, Wilson, it is not serious, hein! 
Merely a scratch. 

The house door opened, and Monsieur 
d lmblevalle appeared, followed by the serv 
ants, carrying candles. 

"What s the matter!" asked the baron. 
"Is Monsieur Wilson wounded?" 

"Oh! it s nothing a mere scratch," re 
peated Sholmes, trying to deceive himself. 

The blood was, flowing profusely, and Wil 
son s face was livid. Twenty minutes later 


the doctor ascertained that the point of the 
knife had penetrated to within an inch and a 
half of the heart. 

i i An inch and a half of the heart ! Wilson 
always was lucky I" said Sholmes, in an 
envious tone. 

i Lucky . . . lucky . . . " muttered the 

i A Of course ! Why, with his robust consti 
tution he will soon be out again. 

Six weeks in bed and two months of con 
valescence. " 

"Not more?" 

"No, unless complications set in." 

" Oh ! the devil ! what does he want compli 
cations for?" 

Fully reassured, Sholmes joined the baron 
in the boudoir. This time the mysterious 
visitor had not exercised the same restraint. 
Ruthlessly, he had laid his vicious hand upon 
the diamond snuff-box, upon the opal neck 
lace, and, in a general way, upon everything 
that could find a place in the greedy pockets 
of an enterprising burglar. 

The window was still open ; one of the win 
dow-panes had been neatly cut; and, in the 
morning, a summary investigation showed 


that the ladder belonged to the house then 
in course of construction. 

"Now, you can see," said Mon. d lmble- 
valle, with a touch of irony, "it is an exact 
repetition of the affair of the Jewish lamp." 

"Yes, if we accept the first theory adopted 
by the police." 

"Haven t you adopted it yet? Doesn t 
this second theft shatter your theory in re 
gard to the first!" 

"It only confirms it, monsieur." 

"That is incredible! You have positive 
evidence that last night s theft was com 
mitted by an outsider, and yet you adhere 
to your theory that the Jewish lamp was 
stolen by someone in the house." 

"Yes, I am sure of it." 

1 How do you explain it 1 " 

"I do not explain anything, monsieur; I 
have established two facts which do not ap 
pear to have any relation to each other, and 
yet I am seeking the missing li ^k that con 
nects them." 

His conviction seemed to be so earnest and 
positive that the baron submitted to it, and 

"Very well, we will notify the police 

"Not at all!" exclaimed the Englishman, 


quickly, "not at all ! I intend to ask for their 
assistance when I need it but not before." 
i But the attack on your friend I 
" That s of no consequence. He is only 
wounded. Secure the license of the doctor. I 
shall be responsible for the legal side of the 



The next two days proved uneventful. Yet 
Sholmes was investigating the case with a 
minute care, and with a sense of wounded 
pride resulting from that audacious theft, 
committed under his nose, in spite of his pres 
ence and beyond his power to prevent it. He 
made a thorough investigation of the house 
and garden, interviewed the servants, and 
paid lengthy visits to the kitchen and stables. 
And, although his efforts were fruitless, he 
did not despair. 

il l will succeed," he thought, "and the so 
lution must be sought within the walls of this 
house. This affair is quite different from 
that of the blonde Lady, where I had to work 
in the dark, on unknown ground. This time 
I am on the battlefield itself. The enemy is 
not the elusive and invisible Lupin, but the 
accomplice, in flesh and blood, who lives and 
moves within the confines of this house. Let 


ine secure the slightest cine and the game is 
mine ! J 

That clue was furnished to him by accident. 

On the afternoon of the third day, when he 
entered a room located above the boudoir, 
which served as a study for the children, he 
found Henriette, the younger of the two sis 
ters. She was looking for her scissors. 

4 i You know, she said to Sholmes, i 1 1 make 
papers like that you received the other eve- 

5 ? 


"The other evening !" 

"Yes, just as dinner was over, you received 
a paper with marks on it ... you know, a 
telegram. . . . Well, I make them, too." 

She left the room. To anyone else these 
words would seem to be nothing more than 
the insignificant remark of a child, and 
Sholmes himself listened to them with a dis 
tracted air and continued his investigation. 
But, suddenly, he ran after the child, and 
overtook her at the head of the stairs. He 
said to her : 

"So you paste stamps and marks on pa 

Henriette, very proudly, replied : 

"Yes, I cut them out and paste them on." 

"Who taught you that little game?" 


* Mademoiselle . . . my governess ... I 
have seen her do it often. She takes words 
out of the newspapers and pastes them 

What does she make out of them?" 

"Telegrams and letters that she sends 

Herlock Sholmes returned to the study, 
greatly puzzled hy the information and seek 
ing to draw from it a logical deduction. There 
was a pile of newspapers on the mantel. He 
opened them and found that many words 
and, in some places, entire lines had been 
cut out. But, after reading a few of the 
word s which preceded or followed, he de 
cided that the missing words had heen cut 
out at random probably by the child. It 
was possible that one of the newspapers had 
been cut by mademoiselle ; but how could he 
assure himself that such was the case f 

Mechanically, Sholmes turned over the 
school-books on the table ; then others which 
were lying on the shelf of a bookcase. Sud- 
deny he uttered a cry of joy. In a corner of 
the bookcase, under a pile of old exercise 
books, he found a child s alphabet-book, in 
which the letters were ornamented with pic 
tures, and on one of the pages of that book 
he discovered a place where a word had been 


removed. He examined it. It was a list of 
the days of the week. Monday, Tuesday, 
Wednesday, etc. The word t * Saturday was 
missing. Now, the theft of the Jewish lamp 
had occurred on a Saturday night. 

Sholmes experienced that slight fluttering 
of the heart which always announced to him, 
in the clearest manner, that he had discov 
ered the road which leads to victory. That 
ray of truth, that feeling of certainty, never 
deceived him. 

With nervous fingers he hastened to exam 
ine the balance of the book. Very soon he 
made another discovery. It was a page com 
posed of capital letters, followed by a line of 
figures. Nine of those letters and three of 
those figures had been carefully cut out. 
Sholmes made a list of the missing letters 
and figures in his memorandum book, in 
alphabetical and numerical order, and ob 
tained the following result : 


* Well ! at first sight, it is a rather formida 
ble puzzle/ he murmured, "but, by transpos 
ing the letters and using all of them, is it pos 
sible to form one, two or three complete 
words f" 

Sholmes tried it, in vain. 


Only one solution seemed possible ; it con 
stantly appeared before him, no matter which 
way he tried to juggle the letters, until, at 
length, he was satisfied it was the true solu 
tion, since it harmonized with the logic of the 
facts and the general circumstances of the 

As that page of the book did not contain 
any duplicate letters it was probable, in fact 
quite certain, that the words he could form 
from those letters would be incomplete, and 
that the original words had been completed 
with letters taken from other pages. Under 
those conditions he obtained the following so 
lution, errors and omissions excepted : 

The first word was quite clear: repondez 
[reply], a letter E is missing because it oc 
curs twice in the word, and the book furnished 
only one letter of each kind. 

As to the second incomplete word, no doubt 
it formed, with the aid of the number 237, an 
address to which the reply was to be sent. 
They appointed Saturday as the time, and re 
quested a reply to be sent to the address CH. 

Or, perhaps, CH. 237 was an address for a 
letter to be sent to the "general delivery " of 


some postoffice, or, again, they might form a 
part of some incomplete word. Sholmes 
searched the book once more, but did not dis 
cover that any other letters had been re 
moved. Therefore, until further orders, he 
decided to adhere to the foregoing interpreta 

Henriette returned and observed what he 
was doing. 

"Amusing, isn t it I" 

"Yes, very amusing," he replied. "But, 
have you any other papers! . . . Or, rather, 
words already cut out that I can paste?" 

i Papers ? ... No ... And Mademoseille 
wouldn t like it." 


"Yes, she has scolded me already." 


Because I have told you some things . . . 
and she says that a person should never tell 
things about those they love." 

"You are quite right." 

Henriette was delighted to receive his ap 
probation, in fact so highly pleased that she 
took from a little silk bag that was pinned to 
her dress some scraps of cloth, three buttons, 
two cubes of sugar and, lastly, a piece of pa 
per which she handed to Sholmes. 


"See, I give it to you just the same." 

It was the number of a cab 8,279. 

4 Where did this number come from I 

"It fell out of her pocketbook." 


4 Sunday, at mass, when she was taking out 
some sous for the collection." 

"Exactly! And now I shall tell you how 
to keep from being scolded again. Do not tell 
Mademoiselle that you saw me." 

Sholmes then went to Mon. d Imblevalle 
and questioned him in regard to Mademoi 
selle, The baron replied, indignantly : 

"Alice Demun ! How can you imagine such 
a thing! It is utterly impossible !" 

"How long has she been in your service?" 

"Only a year, but there is no one in the 
house in whom I have greater confidence. 

"Why have I not seen her yet?" 

"She has been away for a few days." 

"But she is here now." 

"Yes ; since her return she has been watch 
ing at the bedside of your friend. She has all 
the qualities of a nurse . . . gentle . . . 
thoughtful . . . Monsieur Wilson seems 
much pleased ..." 

"Ah!" said Sholmes, who had completely 


neglected to inquire about his friend. After 
a moment s reflection he asked : 

"Did she go out on Sunday morning?" 

"The day after the theft?" 

"Yes." " 

The baron called his wife and asked her. 
She replied : 

"Mademoiselle went to the eleven o clock 
mass with the children, as usual." 

"But before that?" 

"Before that? No. . . . Let me see! 
... I was so upset by the theft . . . but 
I remember now that, on the evening before, 
she asked permission to go out on Sunday 
morning ... to see a cousin who was pass 
ing through Paris, I think. But, surely, you 
don t suspect her?" 

"Of course not . . . but I would like to 
see her." 

He went to Wilson s room. A woman 
dressed in a gray cloth dress, as in the hos 
pitals, was bending over the invalid, giving 
him a drink. When she turned her face 
Sholmes recognized her as the young girl who 
had accosted him at the railway station. 

Alice Demun smiled sweetly ; her great seri 
ous, innocent eyes showed no sign of em 
barrassment. The Englishman tried to speak, 


muttered a few syllables, and stopped. Then 
she resumed her work, acting quite naturally 
under Sholmes astonished gaze, moved the 
bottles, unrolled and rolled cotton bandages, 
and again regarded Sholmes with her charm 
ing smile of pure innocence. 

He turned on his heels, descended the 
stairs, noticed Mon. d Imblevalle s automo 
bile in the courtyard, jumped into it, and 
went to Levallois, to the office of the cab com 
pany whose address was printed on the paper 
he had received from Henriette. The man 
who had driven carriage number 8,279 on 
Sunday morning not being there, Sholmes dis 
missed the automobile and waited for the 
man s return. He told Sholmes that he had 
picked up a woman in the vicinity of the Pare 
Monceau, a young woman dressed in black, 
wearing a heavy veil, and, apparently, quite 

"Did she have a package?" 

"Yes, quite a long package." 

Where did you take her 1 

"Avenue des Ternes, corner of the Place 
Saint-Ferdinand. She remained there about 
ten minutes, and then returned to the Pare 


i i Could you recognize the house in the ave 
nue des Ternes?" 

Parhleu ! Shall I take you there I 

"Presently. First take me to 36 quai des 

At the police office he saw Detective Gani- 

"Monsieur Ganimard, are you at liberty !" 

"If it has anything to do with Lupin 

"It has something to do with Lupin. " 

"Then I do not go." 

l What ! you surrender 

1 1 bow to the inevitable. I am tired of the 
unequal struggle, in which we are sure to be 
defeated. Lupin is stronger than I am 
stronger than the two of us; therefore, we 
must surrender." 

i I will not surrender. 

"He will make you, as he has all others." 

"And you would be pleased to see it eh, 

"At all events, it is true," said Ganimard, 
frankly. "And since you are determined to 
pursue the game, I will go with you. 

Together they entered the carriage and 
were driven to the avenue des Ternes. Upon 
their order the carriage stopped on the other 


side of the street, at some distance from the 
house, in front of a little cafe, on the terrace 
of which the two men took seats amongst the 
shrubbery. It was commencing to grow dark. 

"Waiter," said Sholmes, "some writing 

He wrote a note, recalled the waiter and 
gave him the letter with instructions to de- 
liver it to the concierge of the house which 
he pointed out. 

In a few minutes the concierge stood be 
fore them. Sholmes asked him if, on the Sun 
day morning, he had seen a young woman 
dressed in black. 

"In black! Yes, about nine o clock. She 
went to the second floor." 

* Have you seen her often 1 

"No, but for some time well, during the 
last few weeks, I have seen her almost every 

"And since Sunday!" 

"Only once . . . until to-day." 

* What ! Did she come to-day ? 

"She is here now." 

"Here now?" 

"Yes, she came about ten minutes ago. Her 
carriage is standing in the Place Saint-Ferdi 
nand, as usual. I met her at the door. 


"Who is the occupant of the second floor ?" 

4 There are two : a modiste, Mademoiselle 
Langeais, and a gentleman who rented two 
furnished rooms a month ago under the name 
of Bresson." 

"Why do you say: under the name ?" 

"Because I have an idea that it is an as 
sumed name. My wife takes care of his 
rooms, and . . . well, there are not two 
shirts there with the same initials/ 

"Is he there much of the time!" 

"No ; he is nearly always out. He has not 
been here for three days. 

6 Was he here on Saturday night ? 

"Saturday night? . . . Let me think. 
. . . Yes, Saturday night, he came in and 
stayed all night." 

"What sort of a man is he?" 

"Well, I can scarcely answer that. He is 
so changeable. He is, by turns, big, little, fat, 
thin . . . dark and light. I do not always 
recognize him. 

Ganimard and Sholmes exchanged looks. 

"That is he, all right," said Ganimard. 

" Ah ! " said the concierge, * there is the girl 

Mademoiselle had just emerged from the 


house and was walking toward her carriage 
in the Place Saint-Ferdinand. 

" And there is Monsieur Bresson." 
"Monsieur Bresson? Which is he?" 
"The man with the parcel under his arm." 
* But he is not looking after the girl. She 
is going to her carriage alone." 

"Yes, I have never seen them together." 
The two detectives had arisen. By the light 
of the street-lamps they recognized the form 
of Arsene Lupin, who had started off in a di 
rection opposite to that taken by the girl. 

"Which will you follow?" asked Gani- 

"I will follow him, of course. He s the big 
gest game." 

"Then I will follow the girl," proposed 

"No, no," said Sholmes, quickly, who did 
not wish to disclose the girl s identity to 
Ganimard, "I know where to find her. Come 
with me." 

They followed Lupin at a safe distance, tak 
ing care to conceal themselves as well as pos 
sible amongst the moving throng and behind 
the newspaper kiosks. They found the pur 
suit an easy one, as he walked steadily for 
ward without turning to the right or left, but 


with a slight limp in the right leg, so slight 
as to require the keen eye of a professional 
observer to detect it. Ganimard observed it, 
and said : 

4 1 He is pretending to be lame. Ah! if we 
could only collect two or three policemen and 
pounce on our man ! We run a chance to lose 

But they did not meet any policemen before 
they reached the Porte des Ternes, and, hav 
ing passed the fortifications, there was no 
prospect of receiving any assistance. 

"We had better separate," said Sholmes, 
as there are so few people on the street. 

They were now on the Boulevard Victor- 
Hugo. They walked one on each side of the 
street, and kept well in the shadow of the 
trees. They continued thus for twenty min 
utes, when Lupin turned to the left and fol 
lowed the Seine. Very soon they saw him de 
scend to the edge of the river. He remained 
there only a few seconds, but they could not 
observe his movements. Then Lupin retraced 
his steps. His pursuers concealed themselves 
in the shadow of a gateway. Lupin passed in 
front of them. His parcel had disappeared. 
And as he walked away another man emerged 


from the shelter of a house and glided 
amongst the trees. 

"He seems to be following him also," said 
Sholmes, in a low voice. 

The pursuit continued, but was now embar 
rassed by the presence of the third man. Lu 
pin returned the same way, passed through 
the Porte des Ternes, and re-entered the 
house in the avenue des Ternes. 

The concierge was closing the house for the 
night when Ganimard presented himself. 

"Did you see him!" 

"Yes," replied the concierge, "I was put 
ting out the gas on the landing when he closed 
and bolted his door." 

6 Is there any person with him 1 

"No; he has no servant. He never eats 

"Is there a servants stairway?" 


Ganimard said to Sholmes: 

"I had better stand at the door of his room 
while you go for the commissary of police in 
the rue Demours." 

"And if he should escape during that 
time?" said Sholmes. 

"While I am here! He can t escape." 


"One to one, with Lupin, is not an even 
chance for you. 

"Well, I can t force the door. I have no 
right to do that, especially at night. 

Sholmes shrugged his shoulders and said : 

"When you arrest Lupin no one will ques 
tion the methods by which you made the ar 
rest. However, let us go up and ring, and see 
what happens then." 

They ascended to the second floor. There 
was a double door at the left of the landing. 
Ganimard rang the bell. No reply. He rang 
again. Still no reply. 

"Let us go in," said Sholmes. 

"All right, come on," replied Ganimard. 

Yet, they stood still> irresolute. Like peo 
ple who hesitate when they ought to accom 
plish a decisive action they feared to move, 
and it seemed to them impossible that Ar- 
sene Lupin was there, so close to them, on 
the other side of that fragile door that could 
be broken down by one blow of the fist. But 
they knew Lupin too well to suppose that he 
would allow himself to be trapped in that 
stupid manner. No, no a thousand times, no 
Lupin was no longer there. Through the 
adjoining houses, -over the roofs, by some con 
veniently prepared exit, he must have already 


made his escape, and, once more, it would only 
be Lupin s shadow that they would seize. 

They shuddered as a slight noise, coming 
from the other side of the door, reached their 
ears. Then they had the impression, amount 
ing almost to a certainty, that he was there, 
separated from them by that frail wooden 
door, and that he was listening to them, that 
he could hear them. 

What was to be done I The situation was a 
serious one. In spite of their vast experience 
as detectives, they were so nervous and ex 
cited that they thought they could hear the 
beating of their own hearts. Ganimard ques 
tioned Sholmes by a look. Then he struck the 
door a violent blow with his fist. Immediately 
they heard the sound of footsteps, concerning 
which there was no attempt at concealment. 

Ganimard shook the door. Then he and 
Sholmes, uniting their efforts, rushed at the 
door, and burst it open with their shoulders. 
Then they stood still, in surprise. A shot 
had been fired in the adjoining room. An 
other shot, and the sound of a falling body. 

When they entered they saw the man lying 
on the floor with his face toward the marble 
mantel. His revolver had fallen from his 
hand. Ganimard stooped and turned the 


man s head. The face was covered with 
blood, which was flowing from two wounds, 
one in the cheek, the other in the temple. 

"You can t recognize him for blood." 

"No matter!" said Sholmes. "It is not 

"How do you know! You haven t even 
looked at him." 

"Do you think that Arsene Lupin is the 
kind of a man that would kill himself!" asked 
Sholmes, with a sneer. 

"But we thought we recognized him out 

"We thought so, because the wish was 
father to the thought. That man has us be 

"Then it must be one of his accomplices." 

"The accomplices of Arsene Lupin do not 
kill themselves." 

"Well, then, who is it?" 

They searched the corpse. In one pocket 
Herlock Sholmes found an empty pocketbook ; 
in another Ganimard found several louis. 
There were no marks of identification on any 
part of his clothing. In a trunk and two va 
lises they found nothing but wearing apparel. 
On the mantel there was a pile of newspapers. 
Ganimard opened them. All of them con- 


tained articles referring to the theft of the 
Jewish lamp. 

An hour later, when Ganimard and 
Sholmes left the house, they had acquired no 
further knowledge of the strange individual 
who had been driven to suicide by their un 
timely visit. 

Who was he! Why had he killed himself? 
What was his connection with the affair of 
the Jewish lamp? Who had followed him on 
his return from the river? The situation in 
volved many complex questions many mys 


Herlock Sholmes went to bed in a very bad 
humor. Early next morning he received the 
following telephonic message : 

"Arsene Lupin has the honor to inform 
you of his tragic death in the person of Mon 
sieur Bresson, and requests the honor of your 
presence at the funeral service and burial, 
which will be held at the public expense on 
Thursday, 25 June," 



HAT S what I don t like, Wilson," 
said Herlock Sholmes, after he had 
read Arsene Lupin s message; "that 
is what exasperates me in this affair to feel 
that the cunning, mocking eye of that fellow 
follows me everywhere. He sees everything ; 
he knows everything; he reads my inmost 
thoughts ; he even foresees my slightest move 
ment. Ah! he is possessed of a marvellous 
intuition, far surpassing that of the most in 
stinctive woman, yes, surpassing even that of 
Herlock Sholmes himself. Nothing escapes 
him. I resemble an actor whose every step 
and movement are directed by a stage-man 
ager ; who says this and does that in obedience 
to a superior will. That is my position. Do 
you understand, Wilson?" 

Certainly Wilson would have understood 
if his faculties had not been deadened by the 
profound slumber of a man whose tempera 
ture varies between one hundred and one hun 
dred and three degrees. But whether he 



heard or not was a matter of no consequence 
to Herlock Sholmes, who continued : 

" 1 have to concentrate all my energy and 
bring all my resources into action in order to 
make the slightest progress. And, for 
tunately for me, those petty annoyances are 
like so many pricks from a needle and serve 
only to stimulate me. As soon as the heat 
of the wound is appeased and the shock to 
my vanity has subsided I say to myself: 
Amuse yourself, my dear fellow, but remem 
ber that he who laughs last laughs best. 
Sooner or later you will betray yourself. For 
you know, Wilson, it was Lupin himself, who, 
by his first dispatch and the observation that 
it suggested to little Henriette, disclosed to 
oae the secret of his correspondence with Alice 
Demun. Have you forgotten that circum 
stance, dear boy!" 

But Wilson was asleep ; and Sholmes, pac 
ing to and fro, resumed his speech : 

"And, now, things are not in a bad shape; 
a little obscure, perhaps, but the light is 
creeping in. In the first place, I must learn 
all about Monsieur Bresson. Ganimard and 
I will visit the bank of the river, at the spot 
where Bresson threw away the package, and 
the particular role of that gentleman will be 


known to me. After that the game will be 
played between me and Alice Demun. Bather 
a light-weight opponent, hein, Wilson! And 
do you not think that I will soon know the 
phrase represented by the letters clipped 
from the alphabet-book, and what the isolated 
letter s the * C and the l H mean I That 
is all I want to know, Wilson." 

Mademoiselle entered at that moment, and, 
observing Sholmes gesticulating, she said, in 
her sweetest manner : 

i i Monsieur Sholmes, I must scold you if you 
waken my patient. It isn t nice of you to dis 
turb him. The doctor has ordered absolute 

He looked at her in silence, astonished, as 
on their first meeting, at her wonderful self- 

"Why do you look at me so, Monsieur 
Sholmes? . . . You seem to be trying to 
read my thoughts. ... No! ... Then 
what is it?" 

She questioned him with the most innocent 
expression on her pretty face and in her frank 
blue eyes. A smile played upon her lips ; and 
she displayed so much unaffected candor that 
the Englishman almost lost his temper. He 
approached her and said, in a low voice : 


"Bresson killed himself last night. 7 

She affected not to understand him ; so he 
repeated : 

"Bresson killed himself yesterday. . . . 

She did not show the slightest emotion ; she 
acted as if the matter did not concern or in 
terest her in any way. 

"You have been informed/* said Sholmes, 
displaying his annoyance. "Otherwise, the 
news would have caused you to start, at least. 
Ah! you are stronger than I expected. But 
what s the use of your trying to conceal any 
thing from me?" 

He picked up the alphabet-book, which he 
had placed on a convenient table, and, open 
ing it at the mutilated page, said : 

"Will you tell me the order in which the 
missing letters should be arranged in order 
to express the exact wording of the message 
you sent to Bresson four days before the theft 
of the Jewish lamp ! 

"The order? . . . Bresson! . . . the theft 
of the Jewish lamp ? 

She repeated the words slowly, as if trying 
to grasp their meaning. He continued : 

"Yes. Here are the letters employed . . . 
on this bit of paper. . . . What did you say 
to Bresson ?" 


"The letters employed . . . what did I 

Suddenly she burst into laughter : 

"Ah! that is it! I understand! I am an 
accomplice in the crime ! There is a Monsieur 
Bresson who stole the Jewish lamp and who 
has now committed suicide. And I am the 
friend of that gentleman. Oh ! how absurd 
you are!" 

"Whom did you go to see last night on the 
second floor of a house in the avenue des 

"Who? My modiste, Mademoiselle Lan- 
geais. Do you suppose that my modiste and 
my friend Monsieur Bresson are the same 
person ?" 

Despite all he knew, Sholmes was now in 
doubt. A person can feign terror, joy, 
anxiety, in fact all emotions; but a person 
cannot feign absolute indifference or light, 
careless laughter. Yet he continued to ques 
tion her : 

"Why did you accost me the other evening 
at the Northern Railway station? And why 
did you entreat me to leave Paris immedi 
ately without investigating this theft?" 

"Ah! you are too inquisitive, Monsieur 
Sholmes," she replied, still laughing in the 


most natural manner. i To punish you I will 
tell you nothing, and, besides, you must watch 
the patient while I go to the pharmacy on an 
urgent message. Au revoir." 

She left the room. 

"I am beaten . . . by a girl," muttered 
Sholmes. l Not only did I get nothing out of 
her but I exposed my hand and put her on 
her guard. 

And he recalled the affair of the blue dia 
mond and his first interview with Clotilde 
Destange. Had not the blonde Lady met his 
question with the same unruffled serenity, and 
was he not once more face to face with one of 
those creatures who, under the protection and 
influence of Arsene Lupin, maintain the ut 
most coolness in the face of a terrible danger? 

4 < Sholmes . . . Sholmes . . . " 

It was Wilson who called him. Sholmes 
approached the bed, and, leaning over, said : 

"What s the matter, Wilson! Does your 
wound pain you?" 

Wilson s lips moved, but he could not 
speak. At last, with a great effort, he stam 
mered : 

"No . . . Sholmes ... it is not she 
. . . that is impossible 

"Come, Wilson, what do you know about 


it ! I tell you that it is she ! It is only when 
I meet one of Lupin s creatures, prepared 
and instructed by him, that I lose my head 
and make a fool of myself. ... I bet you 
that within an hour Lupin will know all about 
our interview. Within an hour 1 What am I 
saying! . . . Why, he may know already. 
The visit to the pharmacy . . . urgent mes 
sage. All nonsense ! . . . She has gone to 
telephone to Lupin." 

Sholmes left the house hurriedly, went 
down the avenue de Messine, and was just in 
time to see Mademoiselle enter a pharmacy. 
Ten minutes later she emerged from the shop 
carrying some small packages and a bottle 
wrapped in white paper. But she had not 
proceeded far, when she was accosted by a 
man who, with hat in hand and an obsequious 
air, appeared to be asking for charity. She 
stopped, gave him something, and proceeded 
on her way. 

"She spoke to him," said the Englishman 
to himself. 

If not a certainty, it was at least an in 
tuition, and quite sufficient to cause him to 
change his tactics. Leaving the girl to pur 
sue her own course, he followed the suspected 
mendicant, who walked slowly to the avenue 


des Ternes and lingered for a long time 
around the house in which Bresson had lived, 
sometimes raising his eyes to the windows 
of the second floor and watching the people 
who entered the house. 

At the end of an hour he climbed to the top 
of a tramcar going in the direction of Neuilly. 
Sholmes followed and took a seat behind the 
man, and beside a gentleman who was con 
cealed behind the pages of a newspaper. At 
the fortifications the gentleman lowered the 
paper, and Shomies recognized Ganimard, 
who thereupon whispered, as he pointed to 
the man in front : 

4 It is the man who followed Bresson last 
night. He has been watching the house for 
an hour. 

Anything new in regard to Bresson V 9 
asked Sholmes. 

"Yes, a letter came to his address this 

"This morning? Then it was posted yes 
terday before the sender could know of Bres 
son s death." 

"Exactly. It is now in the possession of 
the examining magistrate. But I read it. It 
says : He will not accept any compromise. He 
wants everything the first thing as icell as 


those of the second affair. Otherwise he will 

i There is no signature, added Ganimard. 
f It seems to me those few lines won t help us 

"I don t agree with you, Monsieur Gani 
mard. To me those few lines are very inter 

Why so! I can t see it." 

i i For reasons that are personal to me, re 
plied Sholmes, with the indifference that he 
frequently displayed toward his colleague. 

The tramcar stopped at the rue de Chateau, 
which was the terminus. The man descended 
and walked away quietly. Sholmes followed 
at so short a distance that Ganimard pro 
tested, saying: 

"If he should turn around he will suspect 

44 He will not turn around." 

"How do you know?" 

"He is an accomplice of Arsene Lupin, and 
the fact that he walks in that manner, with 
his hands in his pockets, proves, in the first 
place, that he knows he is being followed 
and, in the second place, that he is not 


"But I think we are keeping too close to 
him. 11 

"Not too close to prevent his slipping 
through our fingers. He is too sure of him 
self. " 

"Ah! Look there! In front of that cafe 
there are two of the bicycle police. If I sum 
mon them to our assistance, how can the man 
slip through our fingers V 

"Well, our friend doesn t seem to be wor 
ried about it. In fact, he is asking for their 
assistance himself. " 

"Mon Dieu!" exclaimed Ganimard, "he 
has a nerve." 

The man approached the two policemen 
just as they were mounting their bicycles. 
After a few words with them he leaped on a 
third bicycle, which was leaning against the 
wall of the cafe, and rode away at a fast pace, 
accompanied by the two policemen. 

"Hein! one, two, three and away !" growled 
Sholmes. And through whose agency, Mon 
sieur Ganimard? Two of your colleagues. 
. . . Ah! but Arsene Lupin has a wonder 
ful organization! Bicycle policemen in his 
service! ... I told you our man was too 
calm, too sure of himself." 

"Well, then," said Ganimard, quite vexed, 


"what are we to do now? It is easy enough 
to laugh ! Anyone can do that. 

* Come, come, don t lose your temper ! We 
will get our revenge. But, in the meantime, 
we need reinforcements." 

Folenf ant is waiting for me at the end of 
the avenue de Neuilly. 

"Well, go and get him and join me later. 
I will follow our fugitive." 

Sholmes followed the bicycle tracks, which 
were plainly visible in the dust of the road 
as two of the machines were furnished with 
striated tires. Very soon he ascertained that 
the tracks were leading him to the edge of the 
Seine, and that the three men had turned in 
the direction taken by Bresson on the pre 
ceding evening. Thus he arrived at the gate 
way where he and Ganimard had concealed 
themselves, and, a little farther on, he dis 
covered a mingling of the bicycle tracks which 
showed that the men had halted at that spot . 
Directly opposite there was a little point of 
land which projected into the river and, at 
the extremity thereof, an old boat was 

It was there that Bresson had thrown away 
the package, or, rather, had dropped it. 
Sholmes descended the bank and saw that 


the declivity was not steep and the water 
quite shallow, so it would be quite easy to 
recover the package, provided the three men 
had not forestalled him. 

No, that can t be, he thought, * they have 
not had time. A quarter of an hour at the 
most. And yet, why did they come this 

A fisherman was seated on the old boat. 
Sholmes asked him : 

"Did you see three men on bicycles a few 
minutes ago?" 

The fisherman made a negative gesture. 
But Sholines insisted : 

"Three men who stopped on the road just 
on top of the bank?" 

The fisherman rested his pole under his 
arm, took a memorandum book from his 
pocket, wrote on one of the pages, tore it out, 
and handed it to Sholmes. The Englishman 
gave a start of surprise. In the middle of the 
paper which he held in his hand he saw the 
series of letters cut from the alphabet-book : 

The man resumed his fishing, sheltered 
from the sun by a large straw hat, with his 
coat and vest lying beside him. He was in- 


tently watching the cork attached to his line 
as it floated on the surface of the water. 

There was a moment of silence solemn 
and terrible. 

"Is it he?" conjectured Sholmes, with an 
anxiety that was almost pitiful. Then the 
truth burst upon him : 

" It is he! It is he! No one else could re 
main there so calmly, without the slightest 
display of anxiety, without the least fear of 
what might happen. And who else would 
know the story of those mysterious letters? 
Alice had warned him by means of her mes 
senger. " 

Suddenly the Englishman felt that his hand 
that his own hand had involuntarily seized 
the handle of his revolver, and that his eyes 
were fixed on the man s back, a little below 
the neck. One movement, and the drama 
would be finished; the life of the strange 
adventurer would come to a miserable end. 

The fisherman did not stir. 

Sholmes nervously toyed with his revolver, 
and experienced a wild desire to fire it and 
end everything ; but the horror of such an act 
was repugnant to his nature. Death would 
be certain and would end all. 

"Ah!" he thought, "let him get up and de- 


fend himself. If lie doesn t, so much the 
worse for him. One second more . . . and 
I fire. ..." 

But a sound of footsteps behind him caused 
him to turn his head. It was Ganimard com 
ing with some assistants. 

Then, quickly changing his plans, Sholmes 
leaped into the boat, which was broken from 
its moorings by his sudden action ; he pounced 
upon the man and seized him around the body. 
They rolled to the bottom of the boat to 

"Well, now!" exclaimed Lupin, struggling 
to free himself, "what does this mean? When 
one of us has conquered the other, what good 
will it do? You will not know what to do 
with me, nor I with you. We will remain 
here like two idiots." 

The two oars slipped into the water. The 
boat drifted into the stream. 

< Good Lord, what a fuss you make ! A man 
of your age ought to know better ! You act 
like a child." 

Lupin succeeded in freeing himself from 
the grasp of the detective, who, thoroughly 
exasperated and ready to kill, put his hand 
in his pocket. He uttered an oath: Lupin 
had taken his revolver. Then he knelt down 


and tried to capture one of the lost oars in 
order to regain the shore, while Lupin was 
trying to capture the other oar in order to 
drive the boat down the river. 

"It s gone! I can t reach it," said Lupin. 
"But it s of no consequence. If you get your 
oar I can prevent your using it. And you 
could do the same to me. But, you see, that 
is the way in this world, we act without any 
purpose or reason, as our efforts are in vain 
since Fate decides everything. Now, don t 
you see, Fate is on the side of his friend Lu 
pin. The game is mine! The current favors 

The boat was slowly drifting down the 

"Look out!" cried Lupin, quickly. 

Someone on the bank was pointing a re 
volver. Lupin stooped, a shot was fired; it 
struck the water beyond the boat. Lupin 
burst into laughter. 

God bless me ! It s my friend Ganimard ! 
But it was very wrong of you to do that, 
Ganimard. You have no right to shoot ex 
cept in self-defense. Does poor Lupin worry 
you so much that you forget yourself! . . . 
Now, be good, and don t shoot again! . . . 
If you do you will hit our English friend." 


He stood behind Sholmes, facing Ganimard, 
and said : 

* * Now, Ganimard, I am ready ! Aim for his 
heart! . . . Higher! . . . A little to the left. 
. . . Ah ! you missed that time . . . deuced 
bad shot. . . . Try again. . . . Your hand 
shakes, Ganimard. . . . Now, once more . . . 
one, two, three, fire ! . . . Missed ! . . . Par- 
bleu! the authorities furnish you with toy- 

Lupin drew a long revolver and fired with 
out taking aim. Ganimard put his hand to his 
hat : the bullet had passed through it. 

4 "What do you think of that, Ganimard? 
Ah! that s a real revolver! A genuine Eng 
lish bulldog. It belongs to my friend, Her- 
iock Sholmes." 

And, with a laugh, he threw the revolver to 
the shore, where it landed at Ganimard s feet. 

Sholmes could not withhold a smile of ad 
miration. What a torrent of youthful spirits ! 
And how he seemed to enjoy himself ! It ap 
peared as if the sensation of peril caused him 
a physical pleasure; and this extraordinary 
man had no other purpose in life than to seek 
for dangers simply for the amusement it af 
forded him in avoiding them. 

Many people had now gathered on the 


banks of the river, and Ganimard and his men 
followed the boat as it slowly floated down 
the stream. Lupin s capture was a mathe 
matical certainty. 

4 Confess, old fellow, said Lupin, turning 
to the Englishman, "that you would not ex 
change your present position for all the gold 
in the Transvaal! You are now in the first 
row of the orchestra chairs ! But, in the fifst 
place, we must have the prologue . . . after 
which we can leap, at one bound, to the fifth 
act of the drama, which will represent the 
capture or escape of Arsene Lupin. There 
fore, I am going to ask you a plain question, 
to which I request a plain answer a simple 
yes or no. Will you renounce this affair? At 
present I can repair the damage you have 
done ; later it will be beyond my power. Is it 
a bargain?" 


Lupin s face showed his disappointment 
and annoyance. He continued: 

"I insist. More for your sake than my 
own, I insist, because I am certain you will 
be the first to regret your intervention. For 
the last time, yes or no ? " 


Lupin stooped down, removed one of the 


boards in the bottom of the boat, and, for 
some minutes, was engaged in a work the na 
ture of which Sholmes could not discern. 
Then he arose, seated himself beside the Eng 
lishman, and said: 

"I believe, monsieur, that we came to the 
river to-day for the same purpose : to recover 
the object which Bresson threw away. For 
my part I had invited a few friends to join 
me here, and I was on the point of making an 
examination of the bed of the river when my 
friends announced your approach. I confess 
that the news did not surprise me, as I have 
been notified every hour concerning the prog 
ress of your investigation. That was an easy 
matter. Whenever anything occurred in the 
rue Murillo that might interest me, simply a 
ring on the telephone and I was informed." 

He stopped. The board that he had dis 
placed in the bottom of the boat was rising 
and water was working into the boat all 
around it. 

"The deuce! I didn t know how to fix it. 
I was afraid this old boat would leak. You 
are not afraid, monsieur!" 

Sholmes shrugged his shoulders. Lupin 
continued : 

"You will understand then, in those cir- 


cumstances, and knowing in advance that you 
would be more eager to seek a battle than I 
would be to avoid it, I assure you I was not 
entirely displeased to enter into a contest of 
which the issue is quite certain, since I hold 
all the trump cards in my hand. And I de 
sired that our meeting should be given the 
widest publicity in order that your defeat 
may be universally known, so that another 
Countess de Crozon or another Baron d lm 
blevalle may not be tempted to solicit your 
aid against me. Besides, my dear mon 
sieur " 

He stopped again and, using his half- 
closed hands as a lorgnette, he scanned the 
banks of the river. 

* Mon Dieu ! they have chartered a superb 
boat, a real war-vessel, and see how they are 
rowing. In five minutes they will be along 
side, and I am lost. Monsieur Sholmes, a 
word of advice ; you seize me, bind me and de 
liver me to the officers of the law. Does that 
programme please you? . . . Unless, in the 
meantime, we are shipwrecked, in which event 
we can do nothing but prepare our wills. 
What do you think? " 

They exchanged looks. Sholmes now un 
derstood Lupin s scheme: he had scuttled the 


boat. And the water was rising. It had 
reached the soles of their boots. Then it 
covered their feet; but they did not move. 
It was half-way to their knees. The Eng 
lishman took out his tobacco, rolled a ciga 
rette, and lighted it. Lupin continued to 

41 But do not regarcl that offer as a confes 
sion of my weakness. I surrender to you in a 
battle in which I can achieve a victory in or 
der to avoid a struggle upon a field not of my 
own choosing. In so doing I recognize the 
fact that Sholmes is the only enemy I fear, 
and announce my anxiety that Sholmes will 
not be diverted from my track. I take this 
opportunity to tell you these things since 
Fate has accorded me the honor of a conver 
sation with you. I have only one regret ; it is 
that our conversation should have occurred 
while we are taking a foot-bath ... a situ 
ation that is lacking in dignity, I must con 
fess. . . . What did I say? Afoot-bath? It 
is worse than that. 7 

The water had reached the board on which 
they were sitting, and the boat was gradually 

Sholmes, smoking his cigarette, appeared 
to be calmly admiring the scenery. For noth- 


ing in the world, while face to face with that 
man who, while threatened by dangers, sur- 
rounded by a crowd, followed by a posse of 
police, maintained his equanimity and good 
humor, for nothing in the world would he, 
Sholmes, display the slightest sign of 

Each of them looked as if he might say: 
Should a person be disturbed by such trifles? 
Are not people drowned in a river every day ? 
Is it such an unusual event as to deserve 
special attention! One chatted, whilst the 
other dreamed; both concealing their 
wounded pride beneath a mask of indiffer 

One minute more and the boat will sink. 
Lupin continued his chatter : 

"The important thing to know is whether 
we will sink before or after the arrival of 
the champions of the law. That is the main 
question. As to our shipwreck, that is a fore 
gone conclusion. Now, monsieur, the hour 
has come in which we must make our wills. 
I give, devise and bequeath all my property 
to Herlock Sholmes, a citizen of England, for 
his own use and benefit. But, mon Dieu, how 
quickly tho champions of the law are ap 
proaching! Ah! the brave fellows! It is a 


pleasure to watch them. Observe the pre 
cision of the oars! Ah! is it you, Brigadier 
Folenf ant ? Bravo ! The idea of a war- ves 
sel is an excellent one. I commend you to 
your superiors, Brigadier Folenfant. . . . 
Do you wish a medal ! You shall have it. And 
your comrade Dieuzy, where is he 1 . . . Ah ! 
yes, I think I see him on the left bank of the 
river at the head of a hundred natives. So 
that, if I escape shipwreck, I shall be captured 
on the left by Dieuzy and his natives, or, on 
the right, by Ganimard and the populace of 
Neuilly. An embarrassing dilemma ! 

The boat entered an eddy ; it swung around 
and Sholmes caught hold of the oarlocks. Lu 
pin said to him : 

11 Monsieur, you should remove your coat. 
You will find it easier to swim without a coat. 
No? You refuse? Then I shall put on my 

He donned his coat, buttoned it closely, the 
same as Sholmes, and said : 

i What a discourteous man you are! And 
what a pity that you should be so stubborn in 
this affair, in which, of course, you display 
your strength, but, oh! so vainly! Really, 
you mar your genius 

"Monsieur Lupin," interrupted Sholmes, 


emerging from his silence, "you talk too 
much, and you frequently err through exces; 
of confidence and through your frivolity. 

* That is a severe reproach. 

"Thus, without knowing it, you furnished 
me, only a moment ago, with the information 
I required." 

"What! you required some information 
and you didn t tell me? " 

"I had no occasion to ask you for it you 
volunteered it. Within three hours I can de 
liver the key of the mystery to Monsieur 
d Imblevalle. That is the only reply " 

He did not finish the sentence. The boat 
suddenly sank, taking both of the men down 
with it. It emerged immediately, with its keel 
in the air. Shouts were heard on either bank, 
succeeded by an anxious moment of silence. 
Then the shouts were renewed: one of the 
shipwrecked party had come to the surface. 

It was Herlock Sholmes. He was an excel 
lent swimmer, and struck out, with powerful 
strokes, for Folenf ant s boat. 

"Courage, Monsieur Sholmes," shouted 
Folenfant; "we are here. Keep it up . . . 
we will get you ... a little more, Monsieur 
Sholmes . . . Catch the rope. 

The Englishman seized the rope they had 


thrown to him. But, while they were hauling 
him into the boat, he heard a voice behind 
him, saying : 

44 The key of the mystery, monsieur, yes, 
you shall have it. I am astonished that you 
haven t got it already. What then? What 
good will it do you? By that time you will 
have lost the battle. . . ." 

Now comfortably installed astride the keel 
of the boat, Lupin continued his speech with 
solemn gestures, as if he hoped to convince 
his adversary. 

"You must understand, my dear Sholmes, 
there is nothing to be done, absolutely noth 
ing. You find yourself in the deplorable posi 
tion of a gentleman 

"Surrender, Lupin!" shouted Folenfant. 

"You are an ill-bred fellow, Folenfant, to 
interrupt me in the middle of a sentence. I 
was saying 

Surrender, Lupin ! 

"Oh! parbleu! Brigadier Folenfant, a man 
surrenders only when he is in danger. Surely, 
you do not pretend to say that I am in any 

"For the last time, Lupin, I call on you to 

"Brigadier Folenfant, you have no inten- 


tion of killing me ; you may wish to wound 
me since you are afraid I may escape. But 
if by chance the wound prove mortal! Just 
think of your remorse! It would embitter 
your old age." 

The shot was fired. 

Lupin staggered, clutched at the keel of 
the boat for a moment, then let go and dis 


It was exactly three o clock when the fore 
going events transpired. Precisely at six 
o clock, as he had foretold, Herlock Sholmes, 
dressed in trousers that were too short and 
a coat that was too small, which he had bor 
rowed from an innkeeper at Neuilly, wearing 
a cap and a flannel shirt, entered the boudoir 
in the Eue Murillo, after having sent word to 
Monsieur and Madame d Imblevalle that he 
desired an interview. 

They found him walking up and down the 
room. And he looked so ludicrous in his 
strange costume that they could scarcely sup 
press their mirth. "With pensive air and 
stooped shoulders, he walked like an automa 
ton from the window to the door and from 
the door to the window, taking each time the 


same number of steps, and turning each time 
in the same manner. 

He stopped, picked up a small ornament, 
examined it mechanically, and resumed his 
walk. At last, planting himself before them, 
he asked: 

"Is Mademoiselle here?" 

"Yes, she is in the garden with the chil 

"I wish Mademoiselle to be present at this 

"Is it necessary 

"Have a little patience, monsieur. From 
the facts I am going to present to you, you 
will see the necessity for her presence here." 

Very well. Suzanne, will you call her 1 

Madame d Imblevalle arose, went out, and 
returned almost immediately, accompanied by 
Alice Demun. Mademoiselle, who was a trifle 
paler than usual, remained standing, leaning 
against a table, and without even asking why 
she had been called. Sholmes did not look 
at her, but, suddenly turning toward Mon 
sieur d Imblevalle, he said, in a tone which 
did not admit of a reply : 

"After several days investigation, mon 
sieur, I must repeat what I told you when I 


first came here : the Jewish lamp was stolen 
by some one living in the house." 

"The name of the guilty party?" 

"I know it." 

"Your proof?" 

"I have sufficient to establish that fact." 

"But we require more than that. We de 
sire the restoration of the stolen goods." 

"The Jewish lamp? It is in my posses 

1 The opal necklace I The snuff-box ? > 

"The opal necklace, the snuff-box, and all 
the goods stolen on the second occasion are 
in my possession." 

Sholmes delighted in these dramatic dia 
logues, and it pleased him to announce his 
victories in that curt manner. The baron and 
his wife were amazed, and looked at Sholmes 
with a silent curiosity, which was the highest 

He related to them, very minutely, what he 
had done during those three days. He told 
of his discovery of the alphabet book, wrote 
upon a sheet of paper the sentence formed by 
the missing letters, then related the journey 
of Bresson to the bank of the river and the 
suicide of the adventurer, and, finally, his 
struggle with Lupin, the shipwreck, and the 


disappearance of Lupin. When he had fin 
ished, the baron said, in a low voice : 

"Now, you have told us everything except 
the name of the guilty party. Whom do you 
accuse! " 

"I accuse the person who cut the letters 
from the alphabet book, and communicated 
with Arsene Lupin by means of those let 

"How do you know that such correspond 
ence was carried on with Arsene Lupin ? 

"My information comes from Lupin him 

He produced a piece of paper that was wet 
and crumpled. It was the page which Lupin 
had torn from his memorandum-book, and 
upon which he had written the phrase. 

"And you will notice," said Sholmes, with 
satisfaction, "that he was not obliged to give 
me that sheet of paper, and, in that way, 
disclose his identity. Simple childishness on 
his part, and yet it gave me exactly the infor 
mation I desired." 

What was it 1 " asked the baron. " I don t 

Sholrnes took a pencil and made a fresh 
copy of the letters and figures. 



6 i Well ? said the baron ; " it is the formula 
you showed me yourself. 

"No. If you had turned and returned that 
formula in every way, as I have done, you 
would have seen at first glance that this for 
mula is not like the first one." 

"In what respect do they differ?" 

i This one has two more letters an E and 

"Really; I hadn t noticed that." 

"Join those two letters to the C and the 
H which remained after forming the word 
respondez/ and you will agree with me that 
the only possible word is ECHO." 

"What does that mean!" 

"It refers to the Echo de France, Lupin s 
newspaper, his official organ, the one in which 
he publishes his communications. Reply in 
the Echo de France, in the personal advertise 
ments, under number 237. That is the key 
to the mystery, and Arsene Lupin was kind 
enough to furnish it to me. I went to the 
newspaper office." 

What did you find there f 

"I found the entire story of the relations 
between Arsene Lupin and his accomplice. 

Sholmes produced seven newspapers which 


he opened at the fourth page and pointed to 
the following lines : 

1. Ars. Lup. Lady implores protection. 

2. 540. Awaiting particulars. A. L. 

3. A. L. Under dornin. enemy. Lost. 

4. 540. Write address. Will make investi 

5. A. L. Murillo. 

6. 540. Park three o clock. Violets. 

7. 237. Understand. Sat. Will be Sun. 
morn. park. 

"And you call that the whole story!" ex 
claimed the baron. 

"Yes, and if you will listen to me for a few 
minutes, I think I can convince you. In the 
first place, a lady who signs herself 540 im 
plores the protection of Arsene Lupin, who 
replies by asking for particulars. The lady 
replies that she is under the domination of an 
enemy who is Bresson, no doubt and that 
she is lost if some one does not come to her 
assistance. Lupin is suspicious and does not 
yet venture to appoint an interview with the 
unknown woman, demands the address and 
proposes to make an investigation. The lady 
hesitates for four days look at the dates 
finally, under stress of circumstances and in- 


fluenced by Bresson s threats, she gives the 
name of the street Murillo. Next day, Ar- 
sene Lupin announces that he will be in the 
Park Monceau at three o clock, and asks his 
unknown correspondent to wear a bouquet of 
violets as a means of identification. Then 
there is a lapse of eight days in the corre 
spondence. Arsene Lupin and the lady do 
not require to correspond through the news 
paper now, as they see each other or write 
directly. The scheme is arranged in this 
way: in order to satisfy Bresson s demands, 
the lady is to carry off the Jewish lamp. The 
date is not yet fixed. The lady who, as a mat 
ter of prudence, corresponds by means of let 
ters cut out of a book, decides on Saturday 
and adds : Reply Echo 237. Lupin replies that 
it is understood and that he will be in the park 
on Sunday morning. Sunday morning, the 
theft takes place." 

"Beally, that is an excellent chain of cir 
cumstantial evidence and every link is com 
plete," said the baron. 

"The theft has taken place," continued 
Sholmes. "The lady goes out on Sunday 
morning, tells Lupin what she has done, and 
carries the Jewish lamp to Bresson. Every 
thing occurs then exactly as Lupin had fore- 


seen. The officers of the law, deceived by an 
open window, four holes in the ground and 
two scratches on the balcony railing, immedi 
ately advance the theory that the theft was 
committed by a burglar. The lady is safe." 

"Yes, I confess the theory was a logical 
one," said the baron. "But the second 
theft " 

"The second theft was provoked by the 
first. The newspapers having related how 
the Jewish lamp had disappeared, some one 
conceived the idea of repeating the crime and 
carrying away what had been left. This time, 
it was not a simulated theft, but a real one, a 
genuine burglary, with ladders and other 

"Lupin, of course 

"No. Lupin does not act so stupidly. He 
doesn t fire at people for trifling reasons." 

"Then, who was it?" 

"Bresson, no doubt, and unknown to the 
lady whom he had menaced. It was Bresson 
who entered here ; it was Bresson that I pur 
sued; it was Bresson who wounded poor 

t i Are you sure of it ? " 

"Absolutely. One of Bresson s accomplices 
wrote to him yesterday, before his suicide, a 


letter which proves that negotiations were 
pending between this accomplice and Lupin 
for the restitution of all the articles stolen 
from your house. Lupin demanded every 
thing, the first thing (that is, the Jewish 
lamp) as well as those of the second affair. 
Moreover, he was watching Bresson. When 
the latter returned from the river last night, 
one of Lupin s men followed him as well 

as we. r 

"What was Bresson doing at the river?" 
"Having been warned of the progress of 
my investigations 
"Warned! by whom*" 
"By the same lady, who justly feared that 
the discovery of the Jewish lamp would lead 
to the discovery of her own adventure. There 
upon, Bresson, having been warned, made 
into a package all the things that could com 
promise him and threw them into a place 
where he thought he could get them again 
when the danger was past. It was after his 
return, tracked by Ganimard and myself, hav 
ing, no doubt, other sins on his conscience, 
that he lost his head and killed himself." 
"But what did the package contain ?" 
"The Jewish lamp and your other orna 


"Then, they are not in your possession? 7 
"Immediately after Lupin s disappear 
ance, I profited by the bath he had forced 
upon me, went to the spot selected by Bres 
son, where I found the stolen articles wrapped 
in some soiled linen. They are there, on the 

Without a word, the baron cut the cord, 
tore open the wet linen, picked out the lamp, 
turned a screw in the foot, then divided the 
bowl of the lamp which opened in two equal 
parts and there he found the golden chimera, 
set with rubies and emeralds. 

It was intact. 


There was in that scene, so natural in ap 
pearance and which consisted of a simple 
exposition of facts, something which rendered 
it frightfully tragic it was the formal, di 
rect, irrefutable accusation that Sholmes 
launched in each of his words against Mad 
emoiselle. And it was also the impressive 
silence of Alice Demun. 

During that long, cruel accumulation of ac 
cusing circumstances heaped one upon an 
other, not a muscle of her face had moved, 
not a trace of revolt or fear had marred the 
serenity of her limpid eyes. What were her 


thoughts. And, especially, what was she 
going to say at the solemn moment when it 
would become necessary for her to speak and 
defend herself in order to break the chain of 
evidence that Herlock Sholmes had so clev 
erly woven around her ! 

That moment had come, but the girl was 

Speak ! Speak ! > cried Mon. d Imblevalle. 

She did not speak. So he insisted : 

"One word will clear you. One word of 
denial, and I will believe you." 

That word, she would not utter. 

The baron paced to and fro in his excite 
ment ; then, addressing Sholmes, he said : 

"No, monsieur, I cannot believe it, I do not 
believe it. There are impossible crimes ! and 
this is opposed to all I know and to all that I 
have seen during the past year. No, I cannot 
believe it." 

He placed his hand on the Englishman s 
shoulder, and said : 

i But you yourself, monsieur, are you abso 
lutely certain that you are right ? 

Sholmes hesitated, like a man on whom a 
sudden demand is made and cannot frame an 
immediate reply. Then he smiled, and said : 

Only the person whom I accuse, by reason 


of her situation in your house, could know 
that the Jewish lamp contained that magnifi 
cent jewel." 

I cannot believe it, repeated the baron. 

"Ask her." 

It was, really, the very thing he would not 
have done, blinded by the confidence the girl 
had inspired in him. But he could no longer 
refrain from doing it. He approached her 
and, looking into her eyes, said : 

"Was it you, mademoiselle? Was it you 
who took the jewel? Was it you who corre 
sponded with Arsene Lupin and committed 
the theft?" 

4 i It was I, monsieur, she replied. 

She did not drop her head. Her face dis 
played no sign of shame or fear. 

"Is it possible?" murmured Mon. d lmble- 
valle. I would never have believed it. ... 
You are the last person in the world that I 
would have suspected. How did you do it?" 

"I did it exactly as Monsieur Sholmes has 
told it. On Saturday night I came to the 
boudoir, took the lamp, and, in the morning I 
carried it . . . to that man." 

"No," said the baron; "what you pretend 
to have done is impossible." 

Impossible why ? 


"Because, in the morning I found the door 
of the boudoir bolted. 

She blushed, and looked at Sholmes as if 
seeking his counsel. Sholmes was astonished 
at her embarrassment. Had she nothing to 
say? Did the confessions, which had corrobo 
rated the report that he, Sholmes, had made 
concerning the theft of the Jewish lamp, 
merely serve to mask a lie? Was she mis 
leading them by a false confession? 

The baron continued : 

"That door was locked. I found the door 
exactly as I had left it the night before. If 
you entered by that door, as you pretend, 
some one must have opened it from the inte 
rior that is to say, from the boudoir or from 
our chamber. Now, there was no one inside 
these two rooms . . . there was no one ex 
cept my wife and myself. 

Sholmes bowed his head and covered his 
face with his hands in order to conceal his 
emotion. A sudden light had entered his 
mind, that startled him and made him exceed 
ingly uncomfortable. Everything was re 
vealed to him, like the sudden lifting of a fog 
from the morning landscape. He was an 
noyed as well as ashamed, because his deduc- 


tions were fallacious and his entire theory 
was wrong. 

Alice Demun was innocent ! 

Alice Demun was innocent. That proposi 
tion explained the embarrassment he had 
experienced from the beginning in directing 
the terrible accusation against that young 
girl. Now, he saw the truth; he knew it. 
After a few seconds, he raised his head, and 
looked at Madame d Imblevalle as naturally 
as he could. She was pale with that unusual 
pallor which invades us in the relentless mo 
ments of our lives. Her hands, which she en 
deavored to conceal, were trembling as if 
stricken with palsy. 

"One minute more," thought Sholmes, 
"and she will betray herself." 

He placed himself between her and her 
husband in the desire to avert the awful dan 
ger which, through his faulty now threatened 
that man and woman. But, at sight of the 
baron, he was shocked to the very centre of 
his soul. The same dreadful idea had entered 
the mind of Monsieur d Imblevalle. The same 
thought was at work in the brain of the hus 
band. He understood, also! He saw the 


In desperation, Alice Demun hurled herself 
against the implacable truth, saying : 

"You are right, monsieur. I made a mis 
take. I did not enter by this door. I came 
through the garden and the vestibule . . . 
by aid of a ladder " 

It was a supreme effort of true devotion. 
But a useless effort! The words rang false. 
The voice did not carry conviction, and the 
poor girl no longer displayed those clear, 
fearless eyes and that natural air of inno 
cence which had served her so well. Now, 
she bowed her head vanquished. 

The silence became painful. Madame d lm- 
blevalle was waiting for her husband s next 
move, overwhelmed with anxiety and fear. 
The baron appeared to be struggling against 
the dreadful suspicion, as if he would not 
submit to the overthrow of his happiness. 
Finally, he said to his wife : 

"Speak! Explain !" 

"I have nothing to tell you/ she replied, 
in a very low voice, and with features drawn 
by anguish. 

"So, then . . . Mademoiselle . . ." 

"Mademoiselle saved me . . . through 
devotion . . . through affection . . . and 
accused herself. . 


Saved you from what I From whom ? 

4 From that man. " 


"Yes; it was I whom he held in fear by 
threats. . . . I met him at one of my friends 
.... and I was foolish enough to listen to 
him. Oh ! there was nothing that you cannot 
pardon. But I wrote him two letters . , . 
letters which you will see. ... I had to buy 
them back . . . you know how. ... Oh! 
have pity on me! ... I have suffered so 

"You! You! Suzanne !" 

He raised his clenched fists, ready to strike 
her, ready to kill her. But he dropped his 
arms, and murmured : 

"You, Suzanne . . . You! . . . Is it pos 

By short detached sentences, she related 
the heartrending story, her dreadful awaken 
ing to the infamy of the man, her remorse, 
her fear, and she also told of Alice s devo 
tion ; how the young girl divined the sorrow 
of her mistress, wormed a confession out of 
her, wrote to Lupin, and devised the scheme 
of the theft in order to save her from Bresson. 

"You, Suzanne, you," repeated Monsieur 
d Imblevalle, bowed with grief and shame. 


. . . " How could you?" 


On the same evening, the steamer i City of 
London," which plies between Calais and 
Dover, was gliding slowly over the smooth 
sea. The night was dark; the wind was 
fainter than a zephyr. The majority of the 
passengers had retired to their cabins; but 
a few, more intrepid, were promenading on 
the deck or sleeping in large rocking-chairs, 
wrapped in their travelling-rugs. One could 
see, here and there, the light of a cigar, and 
one could hear, mingled with the soft murmur 
of the breeze, the faint sound of voices which 
were carefully subdued to harmonize with the 
deep silence of the night. 

One of the passengers, who had been pacing 
to and fro upon the deck, stopped before a 
woman who was lying on a bench, scrutinized 
her, and, when she moved a little, he said : 

"I thought you were asleep, Mademoiselle 

"No, Monsieur Sholmes, I am not sleepy. 
I was thinking. 

"Of what? If 1 may be so bold as to 
inquire ? 

"I was thinking of Madame d lmblevalle. 


She must be very unhappy. Her life is 

"Oh! no, no," he replied quickly. "Her 
mistake was not a serious one. Monsieur 
d Imblevalle will forgive and forget it. Why, 
even before we left, his manner toward her 
had softened." 

"Perhaps . . . but he will remember it for 
a long time . . . and she will suffer a great 

"You love her?" 

"Very much. It was my love for her that 
gave me strength to smile when I was trem 
bling from fear, that gave me courage to look 
in your face when I desired to hide from your 

"And you are sorry to leave her?" 

"Yes, very sorry. I have no relatives, no 
friends but her." 

"You will have friends," said the English 
man, who was affected by her sorrow. "I 
have promised that. I have relatives . * - 
and some influence. I assure you that you 
will have no cause to regret coming to Eng 

That may be, monsieur, but Madame d lm- 
blevalle will not be there." 

Herlock Sholmes resumed his promenade 


upon the deck. After a few minutes, he took 
a seat near his travelling companion, filled his 
pipe, and struck four matches in a vain effort 
to light it. Then, as he had no more matches, 
he arose and said to a gentleman who was 
sitting near him : 

"May I trouble you for a match? " 

The gentleman opened a box of matches 
and struck one. The flame lighted up his 
face. Sholmes recognized him it was Ar- 
sene Lupin. 

If the Englishman had not given an almost 
imperceptible movement of surprise, Lupin 
would have supposed that his presence on 
board had been known to Sholmes, so well 
did he control his feelings and so natural was 
the easy manner in which he extended his 
hand to his adversary. 

"How s the good health, Monsieur Lupin?" 

"Bravo!" exclaimed Lupin, who could not 
repress a cry of admiration at the English 
man s sang-froid. 

Bravo 1 and why ? 

"Why? Because I appear before you like 
a ghost, only a few hours after you saw me 
drowned in the Seine; and through pride 
a quality that is essentially English you 
evince not the slightest surprise. You greet 


nie as a matter of course. Ah! I repeat: 
Bravo! Admirable!" 

" There is nothing remarkable about it. 
From the manner in which you fell from the 
boat, I knew very well that you fell volun 
tarily, and that the bullet had not touched 

44 And you went away without knowing 
what had become of me?" 

"What had become of you? Why, I knew 
that. There were at least five hundred people 
on the two banks of the river within a space 
of half-a-mile. If you escaped death, your 
capture was certain." 

i And yet I am here. 

* * Monsieur Lupin, there are two men in the 
world at whom I am never astonished : in the 
first place, myself and then, Arsene Lupin." 

The treaty of peace was concluded. 

If Sholmes had not been successful in his 
contests with Arsene Lupin; if Lupin re 
mained the only enemy whose capture he 
must never hope to accomplish; if, in the 
course of their struggles, he had not always 
displayed a superiority, the Englishman had, 
none the less, by means of his extraordinary 
intuition and tenacity, succeeded in recover 
ing the Jewish lamp as well as the blue dia- 


mond. This time, perhaps, the finish had not 
been so brilliant, especially from the stand 
point of the public spectators, since Sholmes 
was obliged to maintain a discreet silence in 
regard to the circumstances in which the Jew 
ish lamp had been recovered, and to announce 
that he did not know the name of the thief. 
But as man to man, Arsene Lupin against 
Herlock Sholmes, detective against burglar, 
there was neither victor nor vanquished. 
Each of them had won corresponding vic 

Therefore they could now converse as cour 
teous adversaries who had lain down their 
arms and held each other in high regard. 

At Sholmes request, Arsene Lupin related 
the strange story of his escape. 

"If I may dignify it by calling it an es 
cape," he said. "It was so simple! My 
friends were watching for me, as I had asked 
them to meet me there to recover the Jewish 
lamp. So, after remaining a good half -hour 
under the overturned boat, I took advantage 
of an occasion when Folenfant and his men 
were searching for my dead body along the 
bank of the river, to climb on top of the boat. 
Then my friends simply picked me up as 
they passed by in their motor-boat, and we 


sailed away under the staring eyes of an 
astonished multitude, including Ganimard 
and Folenfant." 

"Very good," exclaimed Sholmes, "very 
neatly played. And now you have some busi 
ness in England 1" 

"Yes, some accounts to square up. ... 
But I forgot . . . what about Monsieur 
d Imblevalle!" 

"He knows everything. " 

"All! my dear Sholmes, what did I tell 
you? The wrong is now irreparable. Would 
it not have been better to have allowed me to 
carry out the affair in my own way? In a 
day or two more, I should have recovered the 
stolen goods from Bresson, restored them to 
Monsieur d Imblevalle, and those two honest 
citizens would have lived together in peace 
and happiness ever after. Instead of that 

"Instead of that," said Sholmes, sneering- 
ly, "I have mixed the cards and sown the 
seeds of discord in the bosom of a family that 
was under your protection." 

"Mon Dieu! of course, I was protecting 
them. Must a person steal, cheat and wrong 
all the time?" 

"Then you do good, also?" 

"When I have the time. Besides, I find it 


amusing. Now, for instance, in our last ad 
venture, I found it extremely diverting that I 
should be the good genius seeking to help and 
save unfortunate mortals, while you were the 
evil genius who dispensed only despair and 

* Tears ! Tears ! protested Sholmes. 

* Certainly ! The d Imblevalle household is 
demolished, and Alice Demun weeps/ 

"She could not remain any longer. Gani- 
niard would have discovered her some day, 
and, through her, reached Madame d lmble- 

"Quite right, monsieur; but whose fault 
is it?" 

Two men passed by. Sholmes said to 
Lupin, in a friendly tone : 

"Do you know those gentlemen?" 

"I thought I recognized one of them as the 
captain of the steamer. ? 

"And the other?" 

"I don t know." 

"It is Austin Gilett, who occupies in Lon 
don a position similar to that of Monsieur 
Dudouis in Paris." 

" Ah ! how fortunate ! Will you be so kind 
as to introduce me? Monsieur Dudouis is 
one of my best friends, and I shall be de- 


lighted to say as much of Monsieur Austin 

The two gentlemen passed again. 

"And if I should take you at your word, 
Monsieur Lupin?" said Sholmes, rising, and 
seizing Lupin s wrist with a hand of iron. 

"Why do you grasp me so tightly, mon 
sieur f I am quite willing to follow you. 

In fact, he allowed himself to be dragged 
along without the least resistance. The two 
gentlemen were disappearing from sight. 
Sholmes quickened his pace. His finger-nails 
even sank into Lupin s flesh. 

"Come! Come!" he exclaimed, with a sort 
of feverish haste, in harmony with his action. 
* Come ! quicker than that. * 

But he stopped suddenly. Alice Demun 
was following them. 

4 * What are you doing, Mademoiselle ? You 
need not come. You must not come ! 

It was Lupin who replied : 

"You will notice, monsieur, that she is not 
coming of her own free will. I am holding 
her wrist in the same tight grasp that you 
have on mine." 


"Because I wish to present her also. Her 
part in the affair of the Jewish lamp is much 


more important than mine. Accomplice of 
Arsene Lupin, accomplice of Bresson, she has 
a right to tell her adventure with the Baron 
ess d lmblevalle which will deeply interest 
Monsieur Gilett as an officer of the law. And 
by introducing her also, you will have carried 
your gracious intervention to the very limit, 
my dear Sholmes." 

The Englishman released his hold on his 
prisoner s wrist. Lupin liberated Madem 

They stood looking at each other for a 
few seconds, silently and motionless. Then 
Sholmes returned to the bench and sat down, 
followed by Lupin and the girl. 

After a long silence, Lupin said : 

" You see, monsieur, whatever we may do, 
we will never be on the same side. You are 
on one side of the fence ; I am on the other. 
We can exchange greetings, shake hands, con 
verse a moment, but the fence is always there. 
You will remain Herlock Sholmes, detective, 
and I, Arsene Lupin, gentleman-burglar. And 
Herlock Sholmes will ever obey, more or less 
spontaneously, with more or less propriety, 
his instinct as a detective, which is to pursue 
the burglar and run him down, if possible. 
And Arsene Lupin, in obedience to his bur- 


glarious instinct, will always be occupied in 
avoiding the reach of the detective, and mak 
ing sport of the detective, if he can do it. 
And, this time, he can do it. Ha-ha-ha ! 

He burst into a loud laugh, cunning, cruel 
and odious.- 

Then, suddenly becoming serious, he ad 
dressed Alice Demun : 

"You may be sure, mademoiselle, even 
when reduced to the last extremity, I shall 
not betray you. Arsene Lupin never betrays 
anyone especially those whom he loves and 
admires. And, may I be permitted to say, I 
love and admire the brave, dear woman you 
have proved yourself to be." 

He took from his pocket a visiting card, 
tore it in two, gave one-half of it to the girl, 
as he said, in a voice shaken with emotion: 

"If Monsieur Sholmes plans for you do 
not succeed, mademoiselle, go to Lady Strong- 
borough you can easily find her address 
and give her that half of the card, and, at 
the same time, say to her: Faithful friend. 
Lady Strongborough will show you the true 
devotion of a sister." 

"Thank you," said the girl; "I shall see 
her to-morrow." 

"And now, Monsieur Sholmes," exclaimed 


Lupin, with the satisfied air of a gentleman 
who has fulfilled his duty, "I will say good 
night. We will not land for an hour yet, so I 
will get that much rest. 

He lay down on the bench, with his hands 
beneath his head. 

In a short time the high cliffs of the Eng 
lish coast loomed up in the increasing light of 
a new-born day. The passengers emerged 
from the cabins and crowded the deck, eager 
ly gazing on the approaching shore. Austin 
Gilette passed by, accompanied by two men 
whom Sholmes recognized as sleuths from 
Scotland Yard. 

Lupin was asleep, on his bench. 


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