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The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar by Maurice Leblanc audiobook. Genre: mystery When rumors spread through Paris of a new master thief who steals with impeccable manners and a smile, society is equal parts outraged and fascinated. He is Arsene Lupin: a brilliant gentleman-burglar who can slip into a drawing room as easily as he can empty a safe, leaving behind taunting calling cards and impossible riddles. Told through a string of cleverly linked adventures, the story follows Lupin as he stages audacious robberies, pulls off dazzling impersonations, and outwits police inspectors who can never decide whether he is a scandal or a legend. But Lupin's greatest challenges are not only locked doors and guarded jewels - they are the sharp minds determined to expose him, the dangerous criminals who underestimate him, and the moral line he redraws with every caper. As disguises multiply and traps close in, alliances shift and reputations hang in the balance. Witty, fast-paced, and full of elegant sleight of hand, this classic of French crime fiction invites you to savor the thrill of the con and the charm of a hero who lives by his own code. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:28:34) Chapter 02 (00:52:09) Chapter 03 (01:11:26) Chapter 04 (01:40:40) Chapter 05 (01:57:09) Chapter 06 (02:29:56) Chapter 07 (03:04:38) Chapter 08 (03:42:51) Chapter 09 (04:14:02) Chapter 10 (04:36:47) Chapter 11 (05:08:18) Chapter 12 (05:30:36) Chapter 13 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar by morris leblanc translated by george moorhead chapter i the arrest of arson lupin it was a strange ending to a voyage that had commenced in a most auspicious manner the transatlantic steamship la provence was a swift and comfortable vessel under the command of a most affable man the passengers constituted a select and delightful society the charm of new acquaintances and improvised amusements served to make the time pass agreeably we enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being separated from the world living as it were upon an unknown island and consequently obliged to be sociable with each other have you ever stopped to consider how much originality and spontaneity emanate from these various individuals who on the preceding evening did not even know each other, and who are now, for several days, condemned to lead a life of extreme intimacy, jointly defying the anger of the ocean, the terrible onslaught of the waves, the violence of the tempest and the agonizing monotony of the calm and sleepy water. Such a life becomes a sort of tragic existence, with its storms and its grandeurs, its monotony and

its diversity, and that is why, perhaps, we embark upon that short voyage. with mingled feelings of pleasure and fear. But during the past few years, a new sensation had been added to the life of the transatlantic traveler. The little floating island is now attached to the world from which it was once quite free. A bond united them, even in the very heart of the watery wastes of the Atlantic.

That bond is the wireless telegraph, by means of which we receive news in the most mysterious manner. We know full well that the message is not transported, by the medium of a hollow wire. No, the mystery is even more inexplicable, more romantic, and we must have recourse to the wings of the air in order to explain this new miracle. During the first day of the voyage, we felt that we were being followed, escorted, preceded even, by that distant voice, which, from time to time, whispered to one of us, a few words from the receding world. Two friends spoke to me,

ten twenty others sent gay or somber words of parting to other passengers on the second day at a distance of five hundred miles from the french coast in the midst of a violent storm we received the following message by means of the wireless telegraph arson lupin is on your vessel first cabin blond hair wound right forearm traveling alone under the name of r at that moment a terrible flat of lightning rent the stormy skies the electric waves were interrupted the remainder of the dispatch never reached us of the name under which arson lupin was concealing himself we knew only the initial if the news had been of some other character I have no doubt that the secret would have been carefully guarded by the telegraphic operator as well as by the officers of the vessel but it was one of those events calculated to escape from the most rigorous discretion the same day no one knew how

the incident became a matter of current gossip, and every passenger was aware that the famous Arsene Lupin was hiding in our midst. Arsene Lupin in our midst! The irresponsible burglar whose exploits had been narrated in all the newspapers during the past few months. The mysterious individual, with whom Ganymar, our shrewdest detective, had been engaged in an implacable conflict amidst interesting and picturesque surroundings. Arsene Lupin, the eccentric gentleman who operates only in the chateaus and salons,

and who one night entered the residence of Baron Shoreman, but emerged empty-handed, leaving, however, his card on which he had scribbled these words. Arsene Lupin, gentleman burglar, will return when the furniture is genuine. Arsene Lupin, the man of a thousand disguises, in turn a chauffeur, detective, bookmaker, Russian physician, Spanish bullfighter, commercial traveler, robust youth, or decrepit old man. Then consider this startling situation. Arsene Lupin was wandering about within the limited bounds of a transatlantic steamer. In that very small corner of the world, in that dining saloon, in that smoking room, in that music room.

Arcein Lupin was perhaps this gentleman or that one, my neighbor at the table. the sharer of my stateroom. And this condition of affairs will last for five days, exclaimed Miss Nelly underdown next morning. He is unbearable. I hope he will be arrested. Then addressing me, she added, And you, Mr. Dandrezy, you are on intimate terms with the captain.

Surely you know something. I should have been delighted had I possessed any information that would interest Miss Nellie. She was one of those magnificent creatures, who inevitably attract attention in every assembly. Wealth and beauty form an irresistible combination, and Nellie possessed both. Educated in Paris under the care of a French mother,

she was now going to visit her father, the millionaire underdown of Chicago. She was accompanied by one of her friends, Lady Jarlane. At first I had decided to open a flirtation with her, but in the rapidly growing intimacy of the voyage, I was soon impressed by her charming manner, and my feelings became too deep and reverential for a mere flirtation. Moreover, she accepted my attentions with a certain degree of favor. She condescended to laugh at my witticisms and display an interest in my stories.

Yet I felt that I had a rival in the person of a young man with quiet and refined tastes, and it struck me at times that she preferred his taciturn humor to my Parisian frivolity. he formed one in the circle of admirers that surrounded miss nelly at the time she addressed to me the foregoing question we were all comfortably seated in our debt chairs the storm of the preceding evening had cleared the sky the weather was now delightful i have no definite knowledge mademoiselle i replied but cannot we ourselves investigate the mystery quite as well as the detective ganymar the personal enemy of arson lepin ho ho you are progressing very fast monsieur not at all mademoiselle in the first place let me ask do you find the problem a complicated one very complicated have you forgotten the key we hold for the solution to the problem what key in the first place lupin calls himself monsieur r rather vague information she replied secondly he is travelling alone does that help you she asked thirdly he is blonde well then we have only to peruse the passenger list and proceed by process of elimination i had that list in my pocket i took it out and glanced through it then i remarked i find that there are only thirteen men on the passenger list whose names begin with the letter are only thirteen

yes in the first cabin and of those thirteen i find that nine of them are accompanied by women children or servants that leaves only four who are travelling alone first the marquis de raverdain secretary to the american ambassador interrupted miss nelly i know him major rosson i continued he is my uncle some one said m revolta here exclaimed an italian whose face was concealed beneath a heavy black beard miss nelly burst into laughter and exclaimed ha ha that gentleman can scarcely be called blonde very well then i said we are forced to the conclusion that the guilty party is the last one on the list what is his name m rosen does any one know him no one answered but miss nelly turned to the taciturn young man whose attentions to her had annoyed me and said well monsieur rozen why do you not answer all eyes were now turned upon him he was a blonde i must confess that i myself felt a shock of surprise, and the profound silence that followed her question indicated that the other is present also viewed the situation with a feeling of sudden alarm. However, the idea was an absurd one, because the gentleman in question presented an air of the most perfect innocence.

Why do I not answer, he said? Because, considering my name, my position as a solitary traveler and the color of my hair, I have already reached the same conclusion, and now think that I should be arrested. He presented a strange appearance, as he uttered these words. His thin lips were drawn closer than usual, and his face was ghastly pale, whilst his eyes were streaked with blood. Of course he was joking, yet his appearance and attitude impressed us strangely. "'But you have not the wound,' said Miss Nellie naively. "'That is true,' he replied. "'I lack the wound.' then he pulled up his sleeve removing his cuff and showed us his arm but that action did not deceive me he had shown us his left arm and i was on the point of calling his attention to the fact when another incident diverted our attention

Lady Charlene, Miss Nellie's friend, came running towards us in a state of great excitement, exclaiming, My jewels, my pearls! Someone has stolen them all! No, they were not all gone, as we soon found out. The thief had taken only part of them. A very curious thing. Of the diamond sunbursts, jeweled pendants, bracelets and necklaces, the thief had taken not the largest but the finest and most valuable stones. the mountings were lying upon the table i saw them there despoiled of their jewels like flowers from which the beautiful colored petals had been ruthlessly plucked and this theft must have been committed at the time lady jarlin was taking her tea in broad daylight in a state-room opening on a much frequented corridor moreover the thief had been obliged to force open the door of the state-room search for the jewel-case which was hidden at the bottom of a hat-box open it select a selectively his booty and remove it from the mountings. Of course all the passengers instantly reached the same

conclusion. It was the work of Arsene Lupin. That day at the dinner table, the seats to the right and left of Rosen remained vacant, and during the evening it was rumored that the captain had placed him under a rest, which information produced a feeling of safety and relief. We breathed once more. That evening we resumed our games and dances. Miss Nellie especially displayed a spirit of thoughtless gaiety which convinced me that if Rozen's attentions had been agreeable to her in the beginning she had already forgotten them. Her charm and good humor completed my conquest. At midnight, under a bright moon, I declared my devotion with an ardour that did not seem to displease her. But next day, to our general amazement, Rosen was at liberty. We learned that the evidence against him was not sufficient. He had to have been a reason. He had produced documents that were perfectly regular, which showed that he was the son of a wealthy merchant of Bordeaux. Besides, his arms did not bear the slightest trace of a wound. Documents, certificates of birth, exclaimed the enemies of Rosen. Of course, Arsene Lupin will

furnish you as many as you desire, and as to the wound, he never had it, or he has removed it. Then it was proven that, at the time of the theft, Rosen was promenading on the deck. to which fact his enemies replied that a man like arson lupin could commit a crime without being actually present and then apart from all other circumstances there remained one point which even the most sceptical could not answer who except rosen was travelling alone was a blonde and bore a name beginning with r to whom did the telegram point if it were not rosen and when rosene a few minutes before breakfast came boldly toward our group, Miss Nellie and Lady Jarlane arose and walked away. An hour later, a manuscript circular was passed from hand to hand amongst the sailors, the stewards, and the passengers of all classes. It announced that Monsieur Louis-Rosen offered a reward of ten thousand francs for the discovery of Arsen Lupin, or other person

in possession of the stolen jewels. And if no one assists me, I will unmask the scoundrel myself, declared Rosen. Rosen against Arsene Lupin, or rather, according to current opinion, Arsene Lupin himself against Arsene Lupin. The contest promised to be interesting. Nothing developed during the next two days. We saw Rosene wandering about day and night,

searching, questioning, investigating. The captain also displayed commendable activity. He caused the vessel to be searched from stern to stern, ransacked every state-room under the plausible theory that the jewels might be concealed anywhere, except in the thief's own room. "'I suppose they will find out something soon,' remarked Miss Nellie to me. "'He may be a wizard, but he cannot make diamonds and pearls become invisible.' "'Certainly not,' I replied.

"'But he should examine the lining of our hats and vests and everything we carry with us.' Then, exhibiting my Kodak, a nine-by-12 with which I had had been photographing her in various poses i added in an apparatus no larger than that a person could hide all of lady charlain's jewels he could pretend to take pictures and no one would suspect the game but i have heard it said that every thief leaves some clue behind him that may be generally true i replied but there is one exception arcel lupin why because he concentrates his thoughts not only on the theft but on all the circumstances connected with it that could serve as a clue to his identity a few days ago you were more confident yes but since i have seen him at work and what do you think about it now she asked well in my opinion we are wasting our time and as a matter of fact the investigation had produced no result but in the meantime the captain's watch had been stolen he was furious he quickened his efforts and watched rosin more closely than before but on the following day the watch was found in the second officer's collar-box this incident caused considerable astonishment and displayed the humorous side of arson lupin burglar though he was but dilettante as well he combined business with pleasure he reminded us of the author who almost died in a fit of laughter provoked by his own play

certainly he was an artist in his particular line of work and whenever i saw rosene gloomy and reserved and thought of the double role that he was playing i accorded him a certain measure of edmarie On the following evening, the officer on deck duty heard groans emanating from the darkest corner of the ship. He approached and found a man lying there, his head enveloped in a thick gray scarf, and his hands tied together with a heavy cord. It was Roseanne. He had been assaulted, thrown down, and robbed. A card pinned to his coat bore these words. As Saint-Lupin accepts with pleasure the ten thousand francs offered by Monsieur Rosanne. As a matter of fact, the stolen pocketbook contained 20,000 francs. Of course, some accused the unfortunate man of having simulated this attack on himself, but, apart from the fact that he could not have bound himself in that manner,

it was established that the writing on the card was entirely different from that of Rosen. But on the contrary, resembled the handwriting of Arsene Lupin, as it was reproduced in an old newspaper found on board. Thus it appeared that Rozen was not. Arcein Lupin, but was Rosene, the son of a Bordeaux merchant, and the presence of Arsene Lupin was once more affirmed, that in a most alarming manner. Such was the state of terror amongst the passengers that none would remain alone in a state-room or wander singly in unfrequented parts of the vessel. We clung together as a matter of safety, and yet the most intimate acquaintances were estranged

by a mutual feeling of distrust. Arson-Lupin was now. now, anybody, and everybody. Our excited imaginations attributed to him miraculous and unlimited power. We supposed him capable of assuming the most unexpected disguises, of being by turns, the highly respectable Major Rosson or the noble Marquis de Ravardin, or even, for we no longer stopped with the accusing letter of R, or even such or such a person well known to all of us, and having wife, children, and servants. The first wireless dispatches from America brought no news. At least the captain did not communicate any to us.

The silence was not reassuring. Our last day on the steamer seemed interminable. We lived in constant fear of some disaster. This time it would not be a simple theft or a comparatively harmless assault. It would be a crime, a murder. No one imagined that Arcelain, that Arcein Lupin would confine himself to those two trifling offenses. Absolute master of the ship, the authorities powerless, he could do whatever he pleased.

Our property and lives were at his mercy. Yet those were delightful hours for me, since they secured to me the confidence of Miss Nellie. Deeply moved by those startling events and being of a highly nervous nature, she spontaneously sought at my side a protection and security that I was pleased to give her. Inwardly, I blessed Arcelle Lupin. That he not been the means of bringing me and Miss Nellie closer together? Thanks to him, I could now indulge in delicious dreams of love and happiness, dreams that I felt

were not unwelcome to Miss Nellie. Her smiling eyes authorized me to make them. The softness of her voice bade me hope. As we approached the American shore, the act of search for the thief was apparently abandoned, and we were anxiously awaiting the supreme moment in which the mysterious enigma would be explained. Who was Arsene Lupin? Under what name, under what disguise was the famous Arsene Lupin, concealing himself? And at last that supreme moment arrived. If I live one hundred years I shall not forget the slightest details of it. How pale you are, Miss Nellie, I said to my companion, as she leaned upon my arm, almost faint. And you, she replied.

Oh, you are so changed. Just think, this is a most exciting moment, and I am delighted to spend it with you, Miss Nellie. I hope that your memory will sometimes revert. But she was not listening. She was nervous and excited. The gangway was placed in position, but before we could use it, the uniformed customs officers came on board. Miss Nellie murmured, I shouldn't be surprised to hear that Arson Lupin escaped from the vessel during the voyage.

Perhaps he preferred death to dishonour and plunged into the Atlantic rather than be arrested. Oh, do not laugh, she said. Suddenly I started, and in answer to her question I said, Do you see that little old man standing at the bottom of the gangway? With an umbrella and an olive-green coat? It is Ganymar. Ganymar? Yes, the celebrated detective

who has sworn to capture Arsene Lupin. I can understand now why we did not receive any news from this side of the Atlantic. Ganymar was here and he always keeps his business secret. Then you think he will arrest Arsene Lupin?

Who can tell? The unexpected always happens when Arsene Lupin is concerned in the affair. Oh, she exclaimed, with that morbid curiosity peculiar to women. I should like to see him arrested. You will have to be patient. No doubt Arcelle Pins has already seen his enemy

and will not be in a hurry to leave the steamer. The passengers were now leaving the steamer. Leaning on his umbrella with an air of careless indifference, Ganymar appeared to be paying no attention to the crowd that was hurrying down the gangway. The Marquis de Ravardin, Major Rosson, the Italian Revolta, and many others had already left the vessel before Rosene appeared. Poor Rosene.

Perhaps it is he after all, said Miss Nelly to me. What do you think? I think it would be very interesting to have Ganymar and Rosen in the same picture. You take the camera. I am loaded down. I gave her the camera, but too late for her to use it. Rosen was already passing the detective. An American officer standing behind Ganymaron.

leaned forward and whispered in his ear the french detective shrugged his shoulders and rosin passed on then my god who was arson lupin yes said miss nelly aloud who can it be not more than twenty people now remained on board she scrutinized them one by one fearful that arson lupin was not amongst them we cannot wait much longer i said to her she started toward the gangway. I followed, but we had not taken ten steps when Ganymar barred our passage. "'Well, what is it?' I exclaimed. "'One moment, monsieur. What's your hurry?' "'I am escorting mademoiselle.' "'One moment,' he repeated, in a tone of authority. Then, gazing into my eyes, he said, "'Arcene Lepin, is it not?' I laughed and replied, No, simply Bernard D'Andresi.

Bernard D'Andrezi died in Macedonia three years ago. If Bernard D'Andrezi were dead, I should not be here. But you are mistaken. Here are my papers. They are his, and I can tell you exactly how they came into your possession. You are a fool, I exclaimed. Arcel Lupin sailed under the name of R. Yes, another of your tricks. false scent that deceived them at Avre. You play a good game, my boy, but this time luck is

against you. I hesitated a moment. Then he hit me a sharp blow on the right arm, which caused me to utter a cry of pain. He had struck the wound, yet unhealed, referred to in the telegram. I was obliged to surrender. There was no alternative. I turned to Miss Nellie, who had heard everything. Our eyes met. Then she glanced at the Kodak, had placed in her hands, and made a gesture that conveyed to me the impression that she understood everything. Yes, there between the narrow folds of black leather, in the hollow centre of the small object that I had taken the precaution to place in her hands before Ganymar arrested me, it was there I had deposited Rosen's twenty thousand francs and Lady Garlane's pearls and diamonds.

Oh, I pledge my oath that, at that solemn moment when I was in the grasp of Ganymire, and his two assistants, I was perfectly indifferent to everything, to my arrest, the hostility of the people, everything except this one question. What will Miss Nellie do with the things I had confided to her? In the absence of that material and conclusive proof, I had nothing to fear. But would Miss Nellie decide to furnish that proof? Would she betray me? Would she act the part of an enemy who cannot forgive, or that of a woman who scorn is softened by feelings of indulgence and involuntary sympathy. She passed in front of me.

I said nothing but bowed very low. Mingled with the other passengers, she advanced to the gangway with my Kodak in her hand. It occurred to me that she would not dare to expose me publicly, but she might do so when she reached a more private place. However, when she had passed only a few feet down the gangway, with a movement of simulated awkwardness, she let the camera fall into the water between the vessel and the pier.

Then she walked down the gangway and was quickly lost to sight in the crowd. She had passed out of my life forever. For a moment I stood motionless. Then to Ganymar's great astonishment, I muttered, What a pity that I am not an honest man. Such was the story of his arrest as narrated to me by Arsene Lupin himself. the various incidents which I shall record in writing at a later day have established between us certain ties, shall I say, of friendship? Yes, I venture to believe that Arcein Lupe honours me with his friendship, and that it is through friendship that he occasionally calls on me,

and brings into the silence of my library, his youthful exuberance of spirits, the contagion of his enthusiasm, and the mirth of a man for whom destiny has not but favours and smiles. His portrait? How can I describe him? I have seen him twenty times, and each time he was a different person. Even he himself said to me on one occasion, I no longer know who I am. I cannot recognize myself in the mirror.

Certainly he was a great actor, and possessed a marvelous faculty for disguising himself, Without the slightest effort He could adopt the voice, gestures, and mannerisms of another person. Why, said he, why should I retain a definite form and feature?

Why not avoid the danger of a personality that is ever the same? My actions will serve to identify me. Then he added with a touch of pride, so much the better if no one can ever say with absolute certainty, there is Arcelle Nupin. The essential point is that the public

may be able to refer to my work and say, without fear of mistake, Arseigne Lu Pen did that. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 Part 1 of the Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Burglar. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Burglar by Maurice LeBlanc, translated by George Morehead Chapter 2

Arsen Lupin in prison There is no tourist worthy of the name who does not know the banks of the Sen and does not notice in passing the little feudal castle of the Malachi built upon a rock in the center of the river an arched bridge connects it with the shore all around it the calm waters of the great river

play peacefully amongst the reeds, and the wag-tails flutter over the moist crests of the stones. The history of the Malaki Castle is stormy like its name, harsh like its outlines. It has passed through a long series of combats, sieges, assaults, rapines, and massacres. A recital of the crimes that have been committed there would cause the stoutest heart to tremble. There are many mysterious legends connected with the men. the castle, and they tell us of a famous subterranean tunnel that formerly led to the Abbey of Jumijéj and to the manner of Agnes Sorel, mistress of Charles VIII. In that ancient habitation of heroes and brigands, the Baron Nathan Caon now lived,

or Baron Satan, as he was formerly called on the bourse, where he had acquired a fortune with incredible rapidity. The lords of Malachi, absolutely ruined, had been a obliged to sell the ancient castle at a great sacrifice. It contained an admirable collection of furniture, pictures, wood carvings, and faiance. The baron lived there alone, attended by three old servants. No one ever enters the place. No one had ever beheld the three Rubens that he possessed, his two wato, his Jean-Gougon pulpit, and the many other treasures that he had acquired by a vast expenditure of money at public sales. Baron Satan lived in constant fear, not for himself, but for the treasures that he had

accumulated with such an earnest devotion, and with so much perspicacity, that the shrewdest merchant could not say that the Baron had ever erred in his taste or judgment. He loved them, his biblo. He loved them intensely like a miser, jealously like a lover. Every day at sunset. set, the iron gates at either end of the bridge and at the entrance to the Court of Honor are closed and barred. At the least touch on these gates, electric bells will ring throughout the castle. One Thursday in September, a letter-carrier presented himself at the gate at the head of the bridge,

and as usual it was the Baron himself who partially opened the heavy portal. He scrutinized the man as minutely as if he were a stranger, although the honest faith in twinkling eyes of the postman had been familiar to the baron for many years the man laughed as he said it is only i monsieur le baron it is not another man wearing my cap and blouse one can never tell muttered the baron the man handed him a number of newspapers and then said and now monsieur le baron here is something new something new yes a letter a registered letter. Living as a recluse, without friends or business relations, the Baron never received any letters,

and the one now presented to him immediately aroused within him a feeling of suspicion and distrust. It was like an evil omen. Who was this mysterious correspondent that dared to disturb the tranquility of his retreat? You must sign for it, Monsieur Le Baron. He signed, then took the letter,

letter waited until the postman had disappeared beyond the bend in the road and after walking nervously to and fro for a few minutes he leaned against the parapet of the bridge and opened the envelope it contained a sheet of paper bearing this heading prison de la santae paris he looked at the signature arcel lupin then he read monsieur le baron there is in the gallery in your castle a picture of Philip de Champagne of exquisite finish, which pleases me beyond measure. Your rubens are also to my taste, as well as your smallest plateau. In the salon to the right, I have noticed the Louis Xirteenth Cadence table, the tapestries of Beauvais, the Empire Guerridaun signed Jacob, and the Renaissance chest. In the salon to the left, all the cabinet full of jewels and miniatures. For the present I will content my same.

with those articles that can be conveniently removed i will therefore ask you to pack them carefully and ship them to me charges prepaid to the station at batignolle within eight days otherwise i shall be obliged to remove them myself during the night of twenty-seven september but under those circumstances i shall not content myself with the articles above-mentioned except my apologies for any inconvenience i may cause you and believe me to be your humble servant, Arsen Lupin. P.S. Please do not send the largest Wattot, although you paid thirty thousand francs for it, it is only a copy. The original having been burned under the Directoire by Barat during a night of debauchery.

Consult the memoirs of Garat. I do not care for the Louis 15th Chattelain, as I doubt its authenticity. That letter completely upset the Baron. had it borne any other signature he would have been greatly alarmed but signed by arson lupin as an habitual reader of the newspapers he was versed in the history of recent crimes and was therefore well acquainted with the exploits of the mysterious burglar of course he knew that lupin had been arrested in america by his enemy ganymar and was at present incarcerated in the prison de la but he knew also that any miracle might be expected from marseigne lupin moreover that exact knowledge of the castle the location of the pictures and furniture gave the affair an alarming aspect how could he have acquired that information concerning things that no one had ever seen the baron raised his eyes and contemplated the stern outlines of the castle its steep rocky pedestal the depth of the surrounding water and shrugged his shoulders

certainly there was no danger no one in the world could force an entrance to the sanctuary that contained his priceless treasures no one perhaps but arson lupin for him gates walls and draw-bridges did not exist what use were the most formidable obstacles or the most careful precautions if arson lupin had decided to effect an entrance that evening he wrote to the procurer of the republic at ruan he enclosed the threatening letter and solicited aid and protection the reply came at once to the effect that d'arcel lupin was in custody in the prison de la under close surveillance with no opportunity to write such a letter which was no doubt the work of some impostor but as an act of precaution the procurer had submitted the letter to an expert in handwriting who declared that in spite of certain resemblances the writing was not that of the president but the words in spite of certain resemblances caught the attention of the baron in them he read the possibility of a doubt which appeared to him quite sufficient to warrant the intervention of the law his fears increased he read lupin's letter over and over again i shall be obliged to remove them myself and then there was the fixed date the night of twenty-seven september to confide in his servant was a proceeding repugnant to his nature. But now, for the first time in many years, he experienced the necessity of seeking counsel with someone. Abandoned by the legal official of his

own district, and feeling unable to defend himself with his own resources, he was on the point of going to Paris to engage the services of a detective. Two days passed. On the third day, he was filled with hope and joy as he read the following item in the Révese de Co de Beck, a newspaper published in a neighboring town. We have the pleasure of entertaining in our city at the present time, the veteran detective M. Ganyimar, who acquired a worldwide reputation by his clever capture of Arsene Lupin. He has come here for rest and recreation, and being an enthusiastic fisherman, he threatens to capture all the fish in our river.

Ganymar! Ah, here is the assistance, desire. by Baron Caern. Who could baffle the schemes of Arsene Lupin better than Ganymar, the patient and astute detective? He was the man for the place. The Baron did not hesitate. The town of Co de Beck was only six kilometers from the castle,

a short distance to a man whose step was accelerated by the hope of safety. After several fruitless attempts to ascertain the detective's address, the Baron visited the office of the Révei, situated on the quay. There he found the writer of the article, who approaching the window, exclaimed, Gennimau? Why, you are sure to see him somewhere on the quay with his fishing pole. I met him there in chance to read his name engraved on his rod. Ah, there he is now, under the trees. That little man wearing a straw hat? Exactly. He is a gruff fellow, with little to say. Five minutes later, the Baron approached the celebrated Ganymar, introduced himself, and sought to commence a conversation,

but that was a failure. Then he broached the real object of his interview, and briefly stated his case. The other listened, motionless, with his attention riveted on his fishing-rod. When the Baron had finished his story, the fisherman turned with an air of profound pity and said, "'Monsieur, it is not customary for thieves to warn people they are about to rob. "'Arcene Lupein especially would not commit such a folly. "'But—' "'Monsieur, if I had the least doubt, believe me, "'the pleasure of again capturing Arseigne Lupein would place me at your disposal.

"'But unfortunately that young man is already under lock and key. "'He may have escaped.' "'No one ever escaped from the Santé. but he-he no more than any other yet well if he escapes so much the better i will catch him again meanwhile you go home and sleep soundly that will do for the present you frighten the fish the conversation was ended the baron returned to the castle reassured to some extent by gunnymo's indifference he examined the bolts watched the servants and during the next forty-eight hours he became almost persuaded that his fears were groundless. Certainly, as Ganymar had said, thieves do not warn people they are about to rob. The fateful day was close at hand. It was now the 26th of September, and nothing had happened. But at three o'clock the bell rang. A boy brought

this telegram. No goods at the Batignolle station. Prepare everything for tomorrow night. Arsenne. This telegram threw the Baron into such a state of excitement that he even considered the advisability of yielding to Lupin's demands. However, he hastened to Co de Beck. Ganyma was fishing at the same place, seated on a camp-stool. Without a word, he handed him the telegram. Well, what of it? said the detective.

What of it? But it is to-morrow. What is to-morrow? The robbery! "'The pillage of my collections!' "'Ganymaul laid down his fishing-rod, "'turned to the Baron and exclaimed in a tone of impatience. "'Ah, do you think I am going to bother myself

"'about such a silly story as that? "'How much do you ask to pass tomorrow night in the castle?' "'Not a sou. Now leave me alone. "'Name your own price. I am rich and can pay it.' "'This offer disconcerted Ganimal, who replied calmly, I am here on vacation. I have no right to undertake such work. No one will know.

I promise to keep it secret. Oh, nothing will happen. Come, three thousand francs. Will that be enough? The detective, after a moment's reflection, said, Very well, but I must warn you that you are throwing your money out of the window. I do not care. In that case?

But after all, what do we know about that? this devil, Lupin. He may have quite a numerous band of robbers with him. Are you sure of your servants? My faith! Better not count on them. I will telegraph for two of my men to help me, and now go. It is better for us not to be seen together. Tomorrow evening about nine o'clock. The following day, the day fixed by Arsene Lupin, Baron Caron arranged all his panoply of war, furbished his weapons, and like a sentinel, paced to and fro in front of the castle. He saw nothing, heard nothing. At half-past eight o'clock in the evening he dismissed his servants.

They occupied rooms in a wing of the building, in a retired spot, well removed from the main portion of the castle. Shortly thereafter, the baron heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Ganymar and his two assistants. Great, powerful fellows with immense hands. and necks like bulls. After asking a few questions relating to the location of the various entrances and rooms, Ganyamard carefully closed and barricaded all the doors and windows

through which one could gain access to the threatened rooms. He inspected the walls, raised the tapestries, and finally installed his assistance in the central gallery which was located between the two salons. No nonsense, we are not here to sleep, but the slightest sound open the wind windows of the court and call me. Pay attention also to the water-side. Ten meters of perpendicular rock is no obstacle to those devils. Ganima locked his assistance in the gallery,

carried away the keys, and said to the baron, and now to our post. He had chosen for himself a small room located in the thick outer wall between the two principal doors, and which in former years had been the watchman's quarters. A peephole opened upon the bridge, another on the court. In one corner there was an opening to a tunnel. I believe you told me, Monsieur Le Barron, that this tunnel is the only subterranean entrance to the castle and that it has been closed up for time immemorial. Yes. Then, unless there is some other entrance known only to Arsene Lupin, we are quite safe. He placed three chairs to get together stretched himself upon them lighted his pipe inside really monsieur le baron i feel a shame to take your money for such a sinecure as this i will tell the story to my friend lupin he will enjoy it immensely

the baron did not laugh he was anxiously listening but heard nothing save the beating of his own heart from time to time he leaned over the tunnel and cast a fearful eye into its depths he heard the clocks like eleven twelve one suddenly he seized ganimau's arm the latter leapt up awakened from his sleep do you hear asked the baron in a whisper yes what is it i was snoring i suppose no no listen ah yes it is the horn of an automobile well well it is very improbable that lupin would use a automobile like a battering ram to demolish your castle come monsieur le baron return to your post i am going to sleep good-night that was the only alarm ganymy resumed his interrupted slumbers and the baron heard nothing except the regular snoring of his companion at break of day they left the room the castle was enveloped in a profound calm it was a peaceful dawn on the bosom of a tranquil river they mounted the stairs caon radiant with joy ganimar calm as usual they heard no sound they saw nothing to arouse suspicion what did i tell you m le baron really i should not have accepted your offer i am ashamed he unlocked the door and entered the gallery upon two chairs with drooping heads and pendant arms the detective's two assistants were asleep t'ner de non d'an chien exclaimed ganymar at the same moment the baron cried out the pictures the credence

he stammered choked with arms outstretched toward the empty places toward the denuded walls were not remained but the useless nails and cords the watto disappeared the rubens carried away the the tapestries taken down the cabinets despoiled of their jewels and my louis the sixteenth candelabra and the regent chandelier and my twelfth century virgin he ran from one spot to another in wildest despair he recalled a purchase price of each article added up the figures counted his losses pell-mell in confused words and unfinished phrases he stamped with rage he groaned with grief he acted like a ruined man whose only hope is suicide if anything could have consoled him it would have been the stupefaction displayed by the famous detective did not move he appeared to be petrified he examined the room in a listless manner the windows closed the locks on the doors intact not a break in the ceiling, not a hole in the floor. Everything was in perfect order. The theft had been carried out methodically, according to a logical and inexorable plan. Arseigne Lupein, Arsene Lupin, he muttered.

Suddenly, as if moved by anger, he rushed upon his two assistants and shook them violently. They did not awaken. The devil! he cried. can it be possible he leaned over them and in turn examined them closely they were asleep but their response was unnatural they have been drugged he said to the baron by whom by him of course or his men under his discretion that work bears his stamp oh in that case i am lost nothing can be done nothing assented guinea maw it is dreadful it is monstrous large a complaint what good will that do oh it is well to try it the law has some resources the law pto it is useless you represent the law and at this moment when you should be looking for a clue in trying to discover something you do not even stir discover something with arson lupin why my dear monsieur arson lupin never leaves any clue behind him he leaves nothing to chance sometimes i think he put himself in my way and simply allowed me to arrest him in america

then i must renounce my pictures he has taken the gems of my collection i would give a fortune to recover them if there is no other way let him name his own price genimah regarded the baron attentively as he said now that is sensible will you stick to it yes yes but why an idea that i have what is it we will discuss it later if the official examination does not succeed but not one word about me if you wish my assistance he added between his teeth it is true i have nothing to boast of in this affair the assistants were gradually regaining consciousness with the bewildered air of people who come out of a hypnotic sleep they opened their eyes and looked about them in astonishment Gunimal questioned them. They remembered nothing. But you must have seen someone. No?

Can't you remember? No, no. Did you drink anything? They considered a moment, and then one of them replied, Yes, I drank a little water. Out of that corral? Yes. So did I, declared the other.

Ganimar smelled and tasted it. It had no particular. taste and no odor. Come, he said, we are wasting our time here. One can't decide an Arsene Lupin problem in five minutes. But Morbleu, I swear I will catch him again. The same day, a charge of burglary was duly performed by Baron Caon against Arcelain Lupin, a prisoner in the prison de la Santé.

End of Chapter 2, Part 1. Chapter 2 Part 2 of the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar this libervox recording is in the public domain the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar by morris le blan chapter two arson lupin in prison part two the baron afterwards regretted making the charge against lupin when he saw his castle delivered over to the gendarme the procureur the judge d'instruction the the newspaper reporters and photographers, and a throng of idle curiosity-seekers. The affair soon became a topic of general discussion, and the name of Arcelle Lupin excited the public imagination to such an extent that the newspapers filled their columns with the most fantastic stories of his exploits, which found ready credence amongst their readers. But the letter of Arcein Lupin that was published in the Echo de France, no one ever knew how

the newspaper obtained it, that letter in which Baron Caron was impudently warned of the coming theft caused considerable excitement. The most fabulous theories were advanced. Some recalled the existence of the famous subterranean tunnels, and that was the line of research pursued by the officers of the law, who searched the house from top to bottom, questioned every stone, studied the wainscotting in the chimneys, the window frames, and the girders in the ceilings. by the light of torches they examined the immense cellars where the lords of malachie were wont to store their munitions and provisions they sounded the rocky foundation to its very centre but it was all in vain they discovered no trace of a subterranean tunnel no secret passage existed but the eager public declared that the pictures and furniture could not vanish like so many ghosts they are substantial material things and required doors and windows for their exits and their entrances and so to the people that remove them who were those people how did they gain access to the castle and how did they leave it

the police officers ofroen convinced of their own impotence solicited the assistance of the parisian detective force m doudouet chief of the surtey sent the best sleuths of the iron brigade he himself spent forty-eight hours at the castle but met with the no success. Then he sent for Ganymar, whose past services had proved so useful when all else failed. Ganymar listened in silence to the instructions of his superior. Then, shaking his head, he said, In my opinion, it is useless to ransack the castle. The solution of the problem lies elsewhere. Where then? With Arsene Lupin. With Arsene Lupin. To support that theory, we must admit his intervention. I do admit it. In fact, I consider it quite certain. Come, Ganymar, that is absurd. Arcel Lupin is in prison. I grant you that Arcelle Lupin is in prison, closely guarded, but he must have fetters on his feet, manacles on his wrists, and gag in his

mouth before I change my opinion. Why so obstinate, Ganymar? Because Arcelle Le Pen is the only man in France of sufficient caliber to invent and carry out a scheme of that magnitude. mere words, Ganymar. But true ones? Look! What are they doing? Searching for subterranean passages, stones swinging on pivots and other nonsense of that kind.

But Le Pen doesn't employ such old-fashioned methods. He is a modern cracksman, right up to date. And how would you proceed? I should ask your permission to spend an hour with him. in his cell yes during the return trip from america we became very friendly and i venture to say that if he can give me any information without compromising himself he will not hesitate to save me from incurring useless trouble it was shortly after noon when ganymere entered the cell of arson lupin the latter who was lying on his bed raised his head and uttered a cry of apparent joy ah this is a real surprise my dear ganimar here ganimar himself in my chosen retreat i have felt a desire for many things but my fondest wish was to receive you here very kind of you i am sure not at all you know i hold you in the highest regard i am proud of it i have always said ganimar is our best detective he is almost

you see how candid i am he is almost as clever as sherlock holmes but i am sorry that i cannot offer you anything better than this hard stool and no refreshments not even a glass of beer of course you will excuse me as i am here only temporarily ganemar smiled and accepted the proffered seat then the prisoner continued monsieur how pleased i am to see the face of an honest man i am so tired of those devils of spies who come here ten times a day to ransack my pockets in my cell to satisfy themselves that i am not preparing to escape the government is very solicitous on my account it is quite right why so i should be quite contented if they would allow me to be contented if they would allow me to be very solicitous on my account it is quite right why so i should be quite contented if they would allow me to live in my own quiet way on other people's money quite so that would be so simple but here i'm joking and you are no doubt in a hurry so let us come to business genimau to what do i owe the honour of this visit the caon affair declared ganimau frankly oh wait a moment you see i have had so many affairs first let me fix in my mind the circumstances of this particular case oh yes now i have it the counten affair malachy castle cn et two rubens a wato and a few trifling articles trifling ah ma foi all that is of slight importance but it suffices to know that the affair interest is a few trifling you, how can I serve you, Genima?

Must I explain to you what steps the authorities have taken in the matter? Not at all. I have read the newspapers, and I will frankly state that you have made very little progress. And that is the reason I have come to see you. I am entirely at your service. In the first place, the Kaona Fair was managed by you. From A to Z. The letter of warning, the telegram.

all mine i ought to have the receipts here somewhere arson opened the drawer of a small table of plain white wood which with the bed and stool constituted all the furniture in his cell and took there from two scraps of paper which he handed to huh exclaimed the detective in surprise i thought you were closely guarded and searched and i find that you read in newspapers and collect postal receipts these people are so stupid they open the lining of my vest they examine the soles of my shoes they sound the walls of my cell but they never imagined that arson lupin would be foolish enough to choose such a simple hiding-place ganemar laughed as he said what a droll fellow you are really you bewilder me but come now tell me about the caon affair oh not quite so fast you would rob me of all my secrets expose all my little tricks that is a very serious matter was i wrong to count on your complaises no ganimar since you insist arson lepin paced his cell two or three times then stopping before ganimar he asked what do you think of my letter to the baron i think you were amusing yourself by playing to the gallery oh playing to the gallery come ganymo i thought you knew me better do i arcel lepin ever waste my time on such purilities would i have written that letter if i could have robbed the baron without writing to him i want you to understand that the letter was indispensable it was the motor that set the whole machine in motion now let us discuss together a scheme for the robbery of the malachy castle

are you willing yes proceed well let us suppose a castle carefully closed and barricaded like that of the baron caon am i to abandon my scheme and renounce the treasures that i covet upon the pretext that the castle which holds them is inaccessible evidently not should i make an assault upon the castle at the head of a band of adventurers as they did in ancient times that would be foolish can i gain admittance by stealth or cunning impossible then there is only one way open to me i must have the owner of the castle invite me to it that is surely an original method and how easy let us suppose that one day the owner receives a letter warning him that a notorious burglar known as arson lupin is plotting to rob him what will he do send a letter to the procurer who will laugh at him because the said arson lupin is actually in prison then in his anxiety and fear the simple man will ask the assistance of the first comer will he not very likely and if he happens to read in a country newspaper that a celebrated detective is spending his vacation in a neighboring town he will seek that detective of course but on the other hand let us presume that having foreseen that state of affairs the said arson lupin has requested one of his friends to visit kodebeck make the acquaintance of the editor of the reveille a newspaper to which the baron is a subscriber and let said editor understand that such person is the celebrated detective then what will happen the editor will announce in the revet the presence in codebec of said detective

exactly and one of two things will happen either the fish i mean caon will not bite and nothing will happen or what is more likely he will run and greedily swallow the bait thus behold my baron caon imploring the assistance of one of my friends against me original indeed of course the pseudo detective at first refuses to give any assistance on top of that comes the telegram from arson lupin the frightened baron rushes once more to my friend and offers him a definite sum of money for his services my friend accepts and summons two members of our band who during the night whilst caron is under the watchful eye of his protector removes certain articles by way of the window and lowers them with ropes into a nice little launch chartered for the occasion simple isn't it marvellous marvellous exclaimed the boldness of the scheme and the ingenuity of all its details are beyond criticism but who is the detective whose name and fame served as a magnet to attract the baron and draw him into your net there is only one name could do it only one and that is arson lupin's personal enemy the most illustrious ganimar i yourself ganimar and really it is very funny if you go there and the baron decides to talk you will find that it will be your duty to arrest yourself just as you arrested me in america the revenge is really amusing I cause Ganymore to arrest Ganymore."

Arsene Lupin laughed heartily. The detective, greatly vexed, bit his lips. To him, the joke was quite devoid of humor. The arrival of a prison guard gave Ganymer an opportunity to recover himself. The man brought Arcein Lupin's luncheon, furnished by a neighboring restaurant. After depositing the tray upon the table, the guard retired. Lupin broke his bread, ate a few more, and continued.

But rest easy, my dear Ganyemar. You will not go to Malaki. I can tell you something that will astonish you. The Cajon affair is on the point of being settled. Excuse me, I have just seen the chief of the Sorte. What of that? Does M. Duduie know my business better than I do myself? You will learn that Ganymer, excuse me,

that pseudo-Ganymer still remains on very good terms with the Baron. The latter has authorized him to negotiate a very delicate transaction with me, and at the present moment, in consideration of a certain sum, it is probable that the Baron has recovered possession of his pictures and other treasures, and on their return he will withdraw his complaint. Thus there is no longer any theft, and the law must abandon the case. Ganyma regarded the prisoner with a bewildered air. And how do you know all that? I've just received the telegram I was expecting.

You have just received a telegram. This very moment, my dear friend. Out of politeness, I did not wish to read it in your presence, but if you will permit me. You are joking, Le Pen. My dear friend, if you will be so kind as to break that egg, you will learn for yourself that I am not joking. Mechanically, Ganymar obeyed and cracked the egg-shell with the blade of a knife.

He uttered a cry of surprise. The shell contained nothing but a small piece of blue paper. At the request of Arsene, he unfolded it. It was a telegram, or rather a portion of a telegram, from which the postmarks had been removed. It read as follows. Contract closed, hundred thousand balls delivered. All well. One hundred thousand balls, said Ganymar. Yes, one hundred thousand francs. Very little, but then you know these are hard times, and I have some heavy bills to meet. If you only knew my budget, living in the city comes very high. Ganymar arose. His ill-humour had disappeared. He reflected for a moment,

glancing over the whole affair in an effort to discover a week. weak point. Then, in a tone and manner that betrayed his admiration of the prisoner, he said, "'Fortunately, we do not have a dozen such as you to deal with. If we did, we would have to close up shop.' Arson Le Pen assumed a modest air as he replied, "'Ah, a person must have some diversion to occupy his leisure hours, especially when he is in prison.' "'What?' exclaimed Ganymar. "'Your trial, your defence, the examination.' isn't that sufficient to occupy your mind no because i have decided not to be present at my trial ho ho arson lupin repeated positively i shall not be present at my trial really oh my dear monsieur do you suppose i am going to rot upon the wet straw you insult me arson lupin remains in prison just as long as it pleases him and not one minute more

Perhaps it would have been more prudent if you had avoided getting there, said the detective ironically. Oh, Monsieur Jesses! Miss you must remember that he had the honour to affect my arrest. Know, then, my worthy friend, that no one, not even you, could have placed a hand upon me if a much more important event had not occupied my attention at that critical moment. You astonish me. A woman was looking at me, Ganymal. and I loved her. Do you fully understand what that means, to be under the eyes of a woman that one loves? I cared for nothing in the world but that. That is why I am here. Permit me to say you have been here a long time. In the first place I wished to forget. Do not laugh. It was a delightful adventure, and it is still a tender memory.

Besides, I have been suffering from neurasthenia. Life is so feverish these days as, it is necessary to take the rest cure occasionally, and I find this spot a sovereign remedy for my tired nerves. Arcein-Lupin, you are not a bad fellow after all. Thank you, said Lupin. Ganymar, this is Friday. On Wednesday next, at four o'clock in the afternoon, I will smoke my cigar at your house in the Rue Pergalesse. Arcein Lupin, I will expect you. They shook hands like two old friends who value

each other at their true worth. Then the detective stepped to the door. Ganymar? What is it? asked Ganymar as he turned back. You have forgotten your watch. My watch? Yes, it strayed into my pocket. He returned to the watch, excusing himself.

Pardon me, a bad habit. Because they have taken mine is no reason why I should take yours. Besides, I have a chronometer here. that satisfies me fairly well. He took from the drawer a large gold watch and heavy chain. From whose pocket did that come? asked Ganymore. Arsen Le Pen gave a hasty glance at the initials engraved on the watch. J.B.

Who the devil can that be? Oh, yes, I remember. Jeul Bouvier, the judge who conducted my examination. A charming fellow. End of chapter two. Chapter 3 Part 1 of The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Bergler by Maurice Leblanc.

Chapter 3 The Escape of Arsen Lu Pen, Part 1 Arsen Le Pen had just finished his repast and taken from his pocket an excellent cigar with a gold band, which he was examining with unusual care when the door of his cell was opened. He had barely time to throw the cigar into the drawer and move away from the table. The guard entered. It was the hour for exercise. I was waiting for you, my dear boy, exclaimed Lupin, in his accustomed good humor. They went out together. As soon as they had disappeared at a turn in the corridor, two men entered the cell and commenced a minute examination.

of it. One was Inspector Dutzi, the other was Inspector Foll'Enfant. They wished to verify their suspicion that Arsene Le Pen was in communication with his accomplices outside of the prison. On the preceding evening, the Grand Journal had published these lines addressed to its court reporter. Monsieur, in a recent article you referred to me in most unjustifiable terms. Some days before the opening of my trial, I will call you to account. Arsen Le Pen. The handwriting was certainly that of Arsene Le Pen. Consequently, he sent letters, and no doubt received letters. It was certain that he was preparing for that escape, thus arrogantly announced by him.

The situation had become intolerable. Acting in conjunction with the examining judge, the chief of the Sorté, Monsieur Doudouet, had visited the prison and instructed the jailer in regard to the precautions necessary to ensure Lepin's safety. At the same time, he sent the two men to examine the prisoner's cell. They raised every stone, ransacked the bed, did everything customary in such a case, but they discovered nothing,

and were about to abandon their investigation when the guard entered hastily and said, The drawer! Look in the table-drawer! When I entered just now, he was closing it. They opened the drawer, and Dutes, he exclaimed, Ah, we have him this time. Follon Fon stopped him. Wait a moment.

The chief will want to make an inventory. This is a very choice cigar. Leave it there and notify the chief. Two minutes later, M. Dudui examined the contents of the drawer. First, he discovered a bundle of newspaper clippings relating to Arcel Le Pen, taken from the Argus de la Près,

then a tobacco box, a pizue. some paper called onion peel and two books he read the titles of the books one was an english edition of carlyle's hero worship the other was a charming elzevir in modern binding the manual of epictetus a german translation published at leyden in sixteen thirty four on examining the books he found that all the pages were underlined and annotated were they prepared as a code for correspondence or did they simply accept expressed the studious character of the reader. Then he examined the tobacco box in the pipe. Finally, he took up the famous cigar with its gold band. Fichter! he exclaimed, Our friend smokes a good cigar. It's a Henry Clay. With the mechanical action of a habitual smoker, he placed the cigar close to his ear and squeezed it to make it crack. Immediately he uttered a cry of surprise. The cigar had

yielded under the pressure of his fingers. He examined it more closely and quickly discovered something white between the leaves of tobacco. Delicately, with the aid of a pin, he withdrew a roll of very thin paper, scarcely larger than a toothpick. It was a letter. He unrolled it and found these words written in a feminine handwriting. The basket has taken the place of the others. Eight out of ten are ready. On pressing the outer foot, the plate goes downward. From twelve to sixteen every day, H.P. will wait. But where? Reply at once. Rest easy. Your friend is watching over you. Monsieur Du Du Du Du Dwe reflected a moment, then said, It is quite clear. The basket, the eight compartments, from twelve to sixteen, means from

twelve to four o'clock. But this HP that will wait? h p must mean automobile h p horse power is the way they indicate strength of the motor a twenty-four h p is an automobile of twenty-four horsepower then he rose and asked had the prisoner finished his breakfast yes and as he has not yet read the message which is proved by the condition of the cigar it is probable that he had just received it how in his food concealed in his bread or in a potato perhaps impossible his food was allowed to be brought in simply to trap him but we have never found anything in it we will look for lupin's reply this evening detain him outside for a few minutes i shall take this to the examining judge and if he agrees with me we will have the letter photographed at once and in an hour you can replace the letter in the drawer in a cigar similar to this the prisoner must have a letter in a cigar similar to this the prisoner must have a letter to have no cause for suspicion. It was not without a certain curiosity that Mr. Dudui returned to the prison in the evening, accompanied by Inspector Dutzi.

Three empty plates were sitting on the stove in the corner. He has eaten? Yes, replied the guard. Deutzi, please cut that macaroni into very small pieces and open that bread roll. Nothing? No, chief. Mr. Dudui examined the plates, the fork, the spoon, and the knife, an ordinary knife with a rounded blade. He turned the handle to the left, then to the right. It yielded and unscrewed.

The knife was hollow and served as a hiding place for a sheet of paper. "'Phe!' he said. "'That is not very clever for a man like Arsene, but we mustn't lose any time. You, Dutzi, go and search the restaurant. then he read the note i trust to you h p will follow at a distance every day i will go ahead au revoir dear friend at last cried m luduie rubbing his hands gleefully i think we have the affair in our own hands a little strategy on our part and the escape will be a success in so far as the arrest of his confederates are concerned but if arson lupin slips through your fingers suggested the guard we will have a sufficient number of men to prevent that if however he displays too much cleverness ma foi so much the worse for him as to his band of robbers since the chief refuses to speak the others must and as a matter of fact arson lupin had very little to say for several months m jules bouvier the examining judge had had a matter of fact arson lupin had very little to say for several months m jules bouvier the examining judge

had exerted himself in vain the investigation had been reduced to a few uninteresting arguments between the judge and the advocate maitre d'an val one of the leaders of the bar from time to time through courtesy arson lupin would speak one day he said yes monsieur le juge i quite agree with you the robbery of the credi lionnay the theft in the rue de babylon the issue of the counterfeit bank-notes the burglaries at the various chateaus armesnil gurettez groseillet, malachie, all my work, monsieur, I did it all. Then will you explain to me? It is useless. I confess everything in a lump, everything and even ten times more than you know nothing about. Wearyed by his fruitless task, the judge had suspended his examinations, but he resumed them after the two intercepted messages were brought to his attention, and regularly at midday

Arsene Le Pen was taken from the prison to the depot in the prison van with a certain number of other prisoners. They returned about three or four o'clock. Now one afternoon this return trip was made under unusual conditions. The other prisoners not having been examined, it was decided to take back Arsene Lupin first. Thus he found himself alone in the vehicle. These prison vans, vulgarly called Pagné as Salad, or salad bag. are divided lengthwise by a central corridor from which open ten compartments five on either side each compartment is so arranged that the occupant must assume and retain a sitting posture and consequently the five prisoners are seated one upon the other and yet separated one from the other by partitions a municipal guard standing at one end watches over the corridor

arson was placed in the third cell on the right and the heavy vehicle started he carefully calculated when they left the quay de l'aulage and when they passed the palais de justice then about the centre of the bridge st michel with his outer foot that is to say his right foot he pressed upon the metal plate that closed his cell immediately something clicked and the metal plate moved he was able to ascertain that he was located between the two wheels he waited keeping a sharp look out the vehicle was proceeding slowly along the boulevard st michel at the corner of st germain it stopped a truck horse had fallen the traffic having been interrupted a vast throng of fiacre and omnibuses had gathered there arson lupin looked out another prison van had stopped close to the one he occupied he moved the plate still farther put his foot on one of the spokes of the wheel and leapt to the ground a coachman saw him roared with laughter then tried to raise an outcry but his voice was lost in the noise of the traffic that had commenced to move again moreover arson lupin was already far away he had run for a few steps but once upon the sidewalk he turned and looked around he seemed to scent the wind like a person who was uncertain which direction to take then having decided he put his hands in his pockets and with the careless air of an idle stroller he proceeded up the boulevard it was a warm bright autumn day and the cafs were full he took a seat on the terrace of one of them he ordered a balk and a package of six cigarettes. He emptied his glass slowly, smoked one cigarette, and lighted a second.

Then he asked the waiter to send the proprietor to him. When the proprietor came, Arsene spoke to him in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone. I regret to say, monsieur, I have forgotten my pocketbook. Perhaps on the strength of my name, you will be pleased to give me credit for a few days. I am Arcein Lupin. The proprietor looked at him, thinking, he was joking. But Arsene repeated, Lupin, prisoner of the Santé, but now a fugitive, I venture to assume that the name inspires you with perfect confidence in me. And he walked away, amid shouts of laughter, whilst the proprietor stood amazed.

Lupin strolled along the rue Sousoufflo and turned into the rue St. Jacques. He pursued his way slowly, smoking his cigarettes and looking into the shop windows. at the boulevard of por royale he took his bearings discovered where he was and then walked in the direction of the rue de la santé the high forbidding walls of the prison were now before him he pulled his hat forward to shade his face then approaching the sentinel he asked is this the prison de la santé yes i wish to regain myself the van left me on the way and i would not abuse now young man move along quick growled the sentinel pardon me but i must pass through that gate and if you prevent arson lupin from entering the prison it will cost you dear my friend arson lupin what are you talking about i am sorry i haven't a card with me said arson fumbling in his pockets the sentinel eyed him from head to foot in astonishment then without a word he rang a bell The iron gate was partly opened, and Arcen stepped inside. Almost immediately he encountered the keeper of the prison, gesticulating and feigning of violent anger.

Arsene smiled and said, Come, monsieur, don't play that game with me. What, they take the precaution to carry me alone in the van, prepare a nice little obstruction, and imagine I am going to take to my heels and rejoin my friends. Well, and what about the twenty agents of the surte? who accompanied us on foot, in fiacre and on bicycles. No, the arrangement did not please me. I should not have got away alive.

Tell me, monsieur, did they count on that? He shrugged his shoulders and added, I beg of you, monsieur, not to worry about me. When I wish to escape, I shall not require any assistance. On the second day thereafter, the echo de France, which had apparently become the official reporter of the exploits of Arsene Lupin. It was said that he was one of its principal shareholders, published a most complete account of this attempted escape. The exact wording of the messages

exchanged between the prisoner and his mysterious friend, the means by which correspondence was constructed, the complicity of the police, the promenade on the boulevard, Se Michel, the incident at the Café Suflau, everything was disclosed. It was known that the search of the restaurant and its waiters by Inspector Deutzi had been fruitless, and the public also learned an extraordinary thing which demonstrated the infinite variety of resources that LuPin possessed. The prison van in which he was being carried was prepared for the occasion and substituted by his accomplices for one of the six vans which did service at the prison. The next escape of Arsene Lupin was not doubted by anyone. He announced it himself in categorical terms in a reply to Monsieur

on the day following his attempted escape the judge having made a jest about the affair arson was annoyed and firmly eyeing the judge he said emphatically listen to me monsieur i give you my word of honor that this attempted flight was simply preliminary to my general plan of escape i do not understand said the judge it is not necessary that you should understand and the judge in the course of that examination which was reported at length in the columns of the Echo de France, when the judge sought to resume his investigation, Arcel Le Pen exclaimed, with an assumed air of lassitude, "'Mondieu, mon dieu, what's the use? All these questions are of no importance.' "'What? No importance,' cried the judge.

"'No, because I shall not be present at the trial.' "'You will not be present?' "'No, I have fully decided on that, and nothing will change my mind. Such assurance, combined with the inexplicable indiscretions that Arcel Lupin committed every day, served to annoy and mystify the officers of the law. There were secrets known only to Arcelainupin, secrets that he alone could divulge. But for what purpose did he reveal them?

And how? Arsene Lupin was changed to another cell. The judge closed his preliminary investigation. no further proceedings were taken in his case for a period of two months during which time arson was seen almost constantly lying on his bed with his face turned toward the wall the changing of his cell seemed to discourage him he refused to see his advocate he exchanged only a few necessary words with his keepers during the fortnight preceding his trial he resumed his vigorous life he complained of want of air consequently early every morning he was allowed to exercise in the courtyard guarded by two men public curiosity had not died out every day it expected to be regaled with news of his escape and it is true he had gained a considerable amount of public sympathy by reason of his verve his gaiety his diversity his inventive genius and the mystery of his life arson lupin must escape it was his inevitable fate the public expected it and was surprised that the event had been delayed so long every morning the prefect of police asked his secretary well has he escaped yet

no monsieur le prefect to-morrow probably and on the day before the trial a gentleman called at the office of the grand journal asked to see the court reporter threw his card in the reporter's face and walked rapidly away these words were written on the card arson lupin always keeps his promises it was under these conditions that the trial commenced an enormous crowd gathered at the court everybody wished to see the famous arson they had a gleeful anticipation that the prisoner would play some audacious pranks upon the judge advocates and magistrates and magistrates and ministers reporters and men of the world actresses and society women were crowded together on the benches provided for the public. It was a dark, somber day, with a steady downpour of rain. Only a dim light pervaded the courtroom, and the spectators caught a very indistinct view of the prisoner when the guards brought him in. But his heavy, shambling walk, the manner in which he dropped into his seat, and his passive, stupid appearance, were not at all prepossessing. Several times his advocate, one of Mr. Donva's assistants, spoke to him, but he simply shook his head and said

nothing. The clerk read the indictment, then the judge spoke. Prisoner at the bar stand up. Your name, age and occupation? Not receiving any reply, the judge repeated, Your name? I ask you your name. A thick, slow voice muttered. Baudreux, Desiree. A murmur. A murmur of surprise pervaded the courtroom, but the judge proceeded. Baudreux deseréry. Ah, a new alias! Well, as you have already assumed a dozen different names, and this one is no doubt as imaginary as the others, we will adhere to the name of Arsene Le Pen, by which you are more generally known. The judge referred to his notes and continued, for despite the most diligent search, your past history remains unknown. Your case is

is unique in the annals of crime. We know not whom you are, whence you came, your birth and breeding. All is a mystery to us. Three years ago you appeared in our midst as Arsene Lupin, presenting to us a strange combination of intelligence and perversion, immorality and generosity. Our knowledge of your life prior to that date is vague and problematical. It may be that the man called Rasta, who, eight years ago, worked with Dixon, the Preston. The Preston, the a digitator was none other than Arcelle Lupin. It is probable that the Russian student who, six years ago, attended the laboratory of Dr. Altier at the St. Louis Hospital, and who often astonished the doctor by the ingenuity of his hypotheses on subjects of bacteriology and the boldness

of his experiments in diseases of the skin was none other than Arsene Lupin. It is probable also that Arsene Lupin was the professor who introduced the Japanese art of Jiu-Jitsu, to the Parisian public. We have some reason to believe that Arcelain was the bicyclist who won the Grand Prix de l'Exposition, received his ten thousand francs and was never heard of a gain. Arsene Lupin may have been also the person who saved so many lives through the little dormer window at the charity bazaar, and at the same time picked their pockets.

The judge passed for a moment, then continued. Such is that epoch which seems to have been, been utilized by you in a thorough preparation for the warfare you have since waged against society, methodical apprenticeship, in which you developed your strength, energy and skill to the highest point possible. Do you acknowledge the accuracy of these facts? During this discourse, the prisoner had stood balancing himself, first on one foot, then on the other, with shoulders stooped and arms inert. Under the strongest light, one could observe his extreme thinness, his hollow cheeks, his projecting cheekbones, his earthen-colored face dotted with small red spots and framed in a rough,

straggling beard. Prison life had caused him to age and wither. He had lost the youthful face and elegant figure we had seen portrayed so often in the newspapers. It appeared as if he had not heard the question propounded by the judge. Twice it was repeated to him. Then he raised his eyes, seemed to reflect. Then making a desperate effort, he murmured. "'Odrue, desiré.' The judge smiled, as he said, "'I do not understand the theory of your defense, Arsene Le Pen. If you are seeking to avoid responsibility for your crimes on the ground of imbecility, such a line of defense is open to you. but i shall proceed with the trial and pay no heed to your vagaries he then narrated at length the various thefts swindles and forgeries charged against lupin

sometimes he questioned the prisoner but the latter simply grunted or remained silent the examination of witnesses commenced some of the evidence given was immaterial other portions of it seemed more important but through all of it there ran a vein of contradictions and inconsistency A wearisome obscurity enveloped the proceedings until Detective Ganyima was called as a witness. Then interest was revived. From the beginning the actions of the veteran detective appeared strange and unaccountable. He was nervous and ill at ease. Several times he looked at the prisoner with obvious doubt and anxiety. Then with his hands resting on the rail in front of him, he recounted the events in which he had participated,

including his pursuit of the prisoner across Europe and his arrival in America. He was listened to with great avidity, as his capture of Arcel Le Pen was well known to everyone through the medium of the press. Toward the close of his testimony, after referring to his conversations with Arcelle Le Pen, he stopped twice, embarrassed and undecided. It was apparent that he was possessed of some thought which he feared to utter. The judge said to him sympathetically, If you are ill, you may retire for the present.

No, no, but... He stopped, looked sharply at the prisoner and said, I asked permission to scrutinize the prisoner at closer range. There is some mystery about him that I must solve. He approached the accused man, examined him attentively for several minutes, then returned to the witness stand, and in an almost solemn voice he said,

said, I declare on oath that the prisoner now before me is not Arsene Lupin. A profound silence followed the statement. The judge, nonplussed for a moment, exclaimed, Oh, what do you mean? That is absurd! The detective continued, at first sight there is a certain resemblance, but if you carefully consider the nose, the mouth, the hair, the color of skin, you will see that it is not Arcelle Nupin. And the eyes? Did he ever have those alcoholic eyes? Come, come, witness, what do you mean? Do you pretend to say that we are trying the wrong man? In my opinion, yes. Arcelle Nupin has in some manner contrived to put this poor devil in his place,

unless this man is a willing accomplice. this dramatic denouement caused much laughter and excitement amongst the spectators the judge adjourned the trial and sent for m bouvier the gaoler and guards employed in the prison when the trial was resumed m bouvier and the jailer examined the accused and declared that there was only a very slight resemblance between the prisoner and arson lupin well then exclaimed the judge who is this man where does he come from what is he in prison for two of the prison guards were called and both of them declared that the prisoner was arcel le pan the judge breathed once more but one of the guards then said yes yes i think it is he what cried the judge impatiently you think it is he what you think it is he what you must you mean by that? Well, I saw very little of the prisoner. He was placed in my charge in the evening, and for two months he seldom stirred, but laid on his bed with his face to the wall. What about the time prior to those two months? Before that, he occupied a cell in another part of the

prison. He was not in cell 24. Here the head jailer interrupted and said, we changed him to another cell after his attempt to escape. But you, monsieur, you have seen him during those two months? I had no occasion to see him. He was always quiet and orderly. And this prisoner is not Arsene Lupin? No. Then who is he?

demanded the judge. I do not know. Then we have before us a man who was substituted for Arseneupin two months ago. How do you explain that? I cannot. In absolute despair, the judge turned to the accused and addressed him in a conciliatory tone. Prisoner, can you tell me how and since when you became an inmate of the prison de la Santé? The engaging manner of the judge was calculated to disarm the mistrust and awaken the understanding of the accused man.

He tried to reply. finally under clever and gentle questioning he succeeded in framing a few phrases from which the following story was gleaned two months ago he had been taken to the depot examined and released as he was leaving the building a free man he was seized by two guards and placed in the prison van since then he had occupied cell twenty-four he was contented there plenty to eat and he slept well so he did not complain all that seemed probable and amidst the mirth and excitement of the spectators the judge adjourned the trial until the story could be investigated and verified end of chapter three part one chapter three part two of the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar this libervox recording is in the public domain the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar by Maurice Leblanc. Chapter 3. The Escape of Arsene Lupin Part 2 The following facts were at once established by an examination of the prison records. Eight weeks before, a man named Baudreux Desire had slept at the depot. He was released the next day and left the depot at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. On the same day at 2 o'clock,

having been examined for the last time, Arsene Lupin left the depot. in a prison then. Had the guards made a mistake? Had they been deceived by the resemblance and carelessly substituted this man for their prisoner? Another question suggested itself. Had the substitution been arranged in advance? In that event, Baudreux must have been an accomplice and must have caused his own arrest for the express purpose of taking Lupin's place. But then, by what miracle had such a plan, based on a series of impromptu. probable chances been carried to success. Baudreux desire was turned over to the anthropological service.

They had never seen anything like him. However, they easily traced his past history. He was known at Courbevois, at Azniere, and at Levalois. He lived on alms and slept in one of those rag-pickers huts, near the barrier de Tern. He had disappeared from there a year ago. Had he been enticed away by Arsene Lupin? There was no evidence to that effect, and even if that was so it did not explain the flight of the prisoner. That still remained a mystery.

Amongst twenty theories which sought to explain it, not one was satisfactory. Of the escape itself, there was no doubt, an escape that was incomprehensible, sensational, in which the public, as well as the officers of the law, could detect a carefully prepared plan, a combination of circumstances marvelously dovetailed, whereof the denouement fully justified the confident prediction of Arsene Lupin, I shall not be present at my trial.

After a month of patient investigation, the problem remained unsolved. The poor devil of Abaudreux could not be kept in prison indefinitely, and to place him on trial would be ridiculous. There was no charge against him. Consequently, he was released, but the chief of the Sortet resolved to keep him under surveillance. This idea originated with Ganymar.

From his point of view, there was neither complicity nor chance. Baudreux was an instrument upon which Arsene Lupin had played with his extraordinary skill. Bodre, when set at liberty, would lead them to Arsene Le Pen, or at least to some of his accomplices. The two inspectors, Foll'Enfant and Deutsi, were assigned to assist Ganymar. One foggy morning in January, the prison gates opened, and Baudreux desire stepped forth, a free man. At first he appeared to be quite embarrassed and walked like a person who has no precise idea whither he is going. He followed the Rue de la Santé and the Rue Saint-Jacques. He stopped in front of an old clothes shop, removed his jacket and his vest, sold his vest on which

he realized a few sous, then replacing his jacket, he proceeded on his way. He crossed the at the chattlet an omnibus passed him he wished to enter it but there was no place the controller advised him to secure a number so he entered the waiting-room ganymar called to his two assistants and without removing his eyes from the waiting-room he said to them stop a carriage no two that will be better i will go with one of you and we will follow him the men obeyed yet baudre did not appear ganimar entered the waiting-room it was empty idiot that i am he muttered i forgot there was another exit there was an interior corridor extending from the waiting-room to the rue st martin ganyimaugh rushed through it and arrived just in time to observe baudreux upon the top of the batignolle jardin de platte omnibus as it was turning the corner of the rue de rivoli he ran and caught the omnibus but he had lost his two assistants he must continue the pursuit alone in his anger he was inclined to seize the man by the caller without ceremony was it not with premeditation and by means of an ingenious ruse that his pretended imbecile had separated him from his assistance he looked at baudreux the latter was asleep on the bench his head rolling from side to side his mouth half opened and an incredible expression of stupidity on his blotched face no such an adversary was incapable of deceiving old it was a stroke of luck nothing more at the gallery la fayette the man leapt from the omnibus and took the lamuette tramway following the boulevard houseman and the avenue victorigo

baudreux alighted at la muet station and with a nonchalant air strolled into the baud boulogne he wandered through one path after another and sometimes retraced his steps what was he seeking had he any definite object at the end of an hour he had he had he any definite object at the end of an hour he He appeared to be faint from fatigue, and noticing a bench he sat down. The spot, not far from Oteuil, on the edge of a pond hidden amongst the trees, was absolutely deserted. After the lapse of another half hour, Ganyemar became impatient and resolved to speak to the man. He approached and took a seat beside Baudreux, lighted a cigarette, traced some figures in the sand with the end of his cane, and said, It's a pleasant day?

No response. suddenly the man burst into laughter, a happy, mirthful laugh, spontaneous and irresistible. Ganymar felt his hair stand on end, in horror and surprise. It was that laugh, that infernal laugh he knew so well. With a sudden movement he seized the man by the collar and looked at him with a keen, penetrating gaze, and found that he no longer saw the man Baudreux. To be sure, he saw Baudreux, but at the same time he saw the other. the real man, Lupein. He discovered the intense life in the eyes. He filled up the shrunken features. He perceived the real flesh beneath the flabby skin, the real mouth through the grimaces that deformed it.

Those were the eyes and mouth of the other, and especially his keen, alert, mocking expression, so clear and youthful. Arsene Lupin, Arsene Lupin, he stammered. Then, in a sudden fit of rage, he seized Lupin by the throat and tried to hold him down. In spite of his fifty years, he still possessed unusual strength, whilst his adversary was apparently in a weak condition. But the struggle was a brief one. Arsene Lupin made only a slight movement, and as suddenly as he had made the attack, Ganyamar released his hold. His right arm fell inert, useless. If you had taken lessons in Jiu-Jitsu at the quay des Orfebvre, said Lupin,

You would know that that blow is called Udishigi in Japanese. A second more, and I would have broken your arm, and that would have been just what you deserve. I am surprised that you, an old friend whom I respect, and before whom I voluntarily expose my incognito, should abuse my confidence in that violent manner. It is unworthy. Ah, what's the matter? Genimah did not reply. That escape, for which he deemed himself responsible, was it not he, Genimau, who, by

his sensational evidence had led the court into serious error that escape appeared to him like a dark cloud on his professional career a tear rolled down his cheek to his gray mustache oh mon dieu ganimar don't take it to heart if you had not spoken i would have arranged for someone else to do it i couldn't allow poor baudreux deserre to be convicted then murmured ganimar it was you that was there And now you are here. It is I, always I, only I. Can it be possible? Oh, it is not the work of a sorcerer, simply, as the judge remarked at the trial, the apprenticeship of a dozen years

that equips a man to cope successfully with all the obstacles in life. But your face, your eyes. You can understand that if I worked 18 months with Dr. Altier at the St. Louis Hospital, it was not out of love for the work. I considered that he, who would one day have the honor of calling himself Arsene Lupin, ought to be exempt from the ordinary laws governing appearance and identity. Appearance? That can be modified at will. For instance, a hypodermic injection of paraffin

will puff up the skin at the desired spot. Pyrogallic acid will change your skin to that of an Indian. The juice of the greater celandine will adorn you with the most beautiful eruptions in tumors. Another chemical affects the growth of your beard and hair. Another changes the tone of your voice. Add to that two months of dieting in cell 24, exercises repeated a thousand times to enable me to hold my features in a certain grimace, to carry my head at a certain inclination, and adapt my back and shoulders to a stooping posture. Then five drops of atropine in the eyes to make them haggard and wild, and the trick is done. I do not understand. I do not understand. I do not understand how you deceive the guards. The change was progressive. The evolution was so gradual that

they failed to notice it. But Baudreux deserééé? Baudreux exists. He is a poor, harmless fellow whom I met last year, and really he bears a certain resemblance to me. Considering my arrest as a possible event, I took charge of Baudreux and studied the points wherein we differed in appearance with a view to correct them in my own person. My friends caused him to remain at the depot overnight, and to leave there next day about the same hour as I did. A coincidence easily arranged. Of course, it was necessary to have a record of his detention at the depot in order to establish the fact that such a person was a reality. Otherwise, the police would have sought elsewhere to find out my identity. But in offering to them this excellent Baudreux, it was inevitable,

you understand. Inevitable that they would seize upon him, and, despite the insurmountable difficulties of a substitution they would prefer to believe in a substitution than confess their ignorance. Yes, yes, of course, said Ganymar. And then, exclaimed Arcein-Lupin, I held in my hands a trump card, an anxious public watching and waiting for my escape, and that is the fatal error into which you fell, you and the others, in the course of that fascinating game pending between me and the officers of the law, wherein the stake was my liberty. And you suppose that I was playing to the gallery,

that I was intoxicated with my success. I, Arcein, guilty of such weakness. Oh no. And no longer ago than the Caron affair, you said, when Arcein Le Pen cries from the housetops that he will escape, he has some object in view. But sacristy, you must understand it in order to escape, I must create, in advance, a public belief in that escape,

a belief amounting to an article of faith, an absolute conviction, a reality as glittering as the sun. And I did create that belief that Arsene Lupin would escape, that Arsene Lupin would not be present at his trial. And when you gave your evidence and said, that man is not Arsene Lupin, everybody was prepared to believe you. Had one person doubted it, had anyone uttered this simple restriction, suppose it is Arcein Lupin? from that moment I was lost. If anyone had scrutinized my face, not imbued with the idea that I was not Arsene Lupin, as you and the others did at my trial,

but with the idea that I might be Arsene Lupin, then, despite all my precautions, I should have been recognized. But I had no fear. Logically, psychologically, no one could entertain the idea that I was Arsene Lupin. He grasped Ganyamour's hand. Come, Ganymar,

confess that on the Wednesday after our conversation in the prison de la santé, you expected me at your house at four o'clock, exactly as I said I would go. And your prison van, said Ganymar, evading the question. A bluff. Some of my friends secured that old unused van and wished to make the attempt, but I considered it impractical without the concurrence of a number of unusual circumstances. However, I found it useful to carry out that attempt to escape, and give it the widest publicity.

An audaciously planned escape, though not completed, gave to the succeeding one the character of reality simply by anticipation. So that the cigar, hollowed by myself, as well as the knife, and the letters, written by me, and the mysterious correspondent, did not exist.

Ganyamah reflected a moment then said, When the anthropological service had Baudreuse case under consideration, why did they not perceive that his measurements coincided with those of Arsene Lupin? My measurements are not in existence. Indeed! At least they are false. I have given considerable attention to that question. In the first place, the Bertillon system records the visible marks of identification,

and you have seen that they are not infallible, and after that the measurements of the head, the fingers, the ears, etc. Of course, such measurements are more or less infallible. Absolutely. No, but it costs money to get around them. Before we left America, one of the employees of the service there accepted so much money to insert false figures in my measurements. Consequently, Baudreuse measurements should not agree with those of Arsene Lupin.

After a short silence, Ganymar asked, What are you going to do now?' "'Now,' replied Lupin, "'I am going to take a rest, enjoy the best of food and drink, and gradually recover my former healthy condition. It is all very well to become Baudreux or some other person on occasion and to change your personality as you do your shirt.

But you soon grow weary of the change. I feel exactly as I imagine the man who lost his shadow must have felt, and I shall be glad to be Arsene Lupin once more.' he walked to and fro for a few minutes then stopping in front of ganimar he said you have nothing more to say i suppose yes i should like to know if you intend to reveal the true state of facts connected with your escape the mistake that i made oh no one will ever know that it was arson lupin who was discharged it is to my own interest to surround myself with mystery and therefore i shall permit my escape to retain its almost miraculous character. So, have no fear on that score, my dear friend. I shall say nothing. And now, good-bye. I am going up to dinner this evening, and have only sufficient time to dress. I thought you wanted to rest. There are duties to society that one cannot avoid.

Tomorrow I shall rest. Where do you dine to-night? With the British ambassador. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of the Extraordinary Adventur. of arson lupin gentleman burglar this libervox recording is in the public domain the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar by morris le blan chapter four the mysterious traveller the evening before i had sent my automobile to rowan by the highway i was to travel to rowan by rail on my way to visit some friends that live on the banks of the seine at paris a few of minutes before the train started, seven gentlemen entered my compartment. Five of them were smoking. No matter that the journey was a short one, the thought of traveling with such a company was not agreeable to me, especially as the car was built on the old model without a corridor. I picked up my overcoat, my newspapers, and my timetable, and sought refuge in a neighboring compartment.

It was occupied by a lady who, at sight of me, made a gesture of of annoyance that did not escape my notice, and she leaned toward a gentleman who was standing on the step and was, no doubt, her husband. The gentleman scrutinized me closely, and apparently my appearance did not displease him, for he smiled as he spoke to his wife with the air of one who reassures a frightened child. She smiled also, and gave me a friendly glance as if she now understood that I was one of those gallant men with whom a woman can remain shut up for two hours in a little box six feet square and have nothing to fear. Her husband said to her, I have an important appointment, my dear, and cannot wait any longer. Adieu. He kissed her affectionately

and went away. His wife threw him a few kisses and waved her handkerchief. The whistle sounded and the train started. At that precise moment, and despite the protests of the guards, the door was opened and a man rushed into our compartment. my companion, who was standing and arranging her luggage, uttered a cry of terror and fell upon the seat. I am not a coward, far from it, but I confess that such intrusions at the last minute are always disconcerting. They have a suspicious, unnatural aspect. However, the appearance of the new arrival greatly modified the unfavorable impression produced by his precipitant action. He was correctly and elegantly dressed, wore a tasteful cravat, correct gloves, and his face was refined and intelligent.

But where the devil had I seen that face before? Because, beyond all possible doubt, I had seen it. And yet the memory of it was so vague and indistinct that I felt it would be useless to try to recall it at that time. Then, directing my attention to the lady, I was amazed at the pallor and anxiety I saw in her face. She was looking at her name, and they occupied seats on the same side of the compartment with an expression of intense alarm and I perceived that one of her trembling hands was slowly gliding toward a little travelling bag that was lying on the seat about twenty inches from her she finished by seizing it and nervously drawing it to her our eyes met and I read in hers so much anxiety and fear that I could not refrain from speaking to her are you ill madame shall i open the window her only reply was a gesture indicating that she was afraid of our companion i smiled as her husband had done shrugged my shoulders and explained to her in pantomime that she had nothing to fear that i was there and besides the gentleman appeared to be a very harmless individual at that moment he turned toward us scrutinized both of us from head to foot then settled down in his corner and paid us no more attention. After a short silence, the lady, as if she had mustered all her energy to perform a

desperate act, said to me, in an almost inaudible voice, Do you know who is on our train? Who? He... He... I assure you. Who is he? Arcel Lepin? She had not taken her eyes on. our companion, and it was to him rather than to me that she uttered the syllables of that disquieting name. He drew his hat over his face. Was that to conceal his agitation,

or simply to arrange himself for sleep? Then I said to her, yesterday, through contumacy, Arcelle Le Pen was sentenced to twenty years' imprisonment at hard labor. Therefore, it is improbable that he would be so imprudent to-day as to show himself in public. Moreover, the newspapers have announced his appearance in Turkey since his escape from the Sauté. But he is on this train at the present moment, the lady proclaimed, with the obvious intention of being heard by our companion. My husband is one of the directors in the penitentiary service, and it was the stationmaster himself who told us that a search was being made for Arsene Lupin. They may have been mistaken. No, he was seen in the waiting room. He bought a first-class

ticket for Rouen. He has disappeared. The guard at the waiting-room door did not see him pass, and it is supposed that he had got into the express that leaves ten minutes after us. In that case they will be sure to catch him. Unless at the last moment he leapt from that train to come here, into our train, which is quite probable, which is almost certain. If so, he will be arrested just the same, for the employees and guards would no doubt observe his passage from one train to the other, and when we arrive at Rouen, they will arrest him there. Him? Never. He will find some means of escape. In that case, I wish him Bon Voyage. But in the meantime, think what he may do.

What? I don't know. He may do anything. She was greatly agitated, and truly the situation justified to some extent, her nervous excitement. I was impelled to say to her, Of course there are many strange coincidences, but you need have no fear. Admitting that Arson Lupin is on this train, he will not commit any indiscretion, he will be only too happy to escape the peril that already threatens him. My words did not reassure her, but she remained silent for a time. I unfolded my newspapers and read reports of Arsene Lu Pen's trial, but as they contained nothing that was new to me, I was not greatly interested.

Moreover, I was tired and sleepy. I felt my eyelids close and my head drop. But monsieur, you are not going to sleep. She seized my newspaper and looked at me with indignation. Certainly not, I said. That would be very imprudent. Of course, I assented. I struggled to keep awake.

I looked through the window at the landscape and the fleeting clouds, but in a short time all that became confused and indistinct. The image of the nervous lady and the drowsy gentleman refaced from my memory, and I was buried in the soothing depths of a profound sleep. The tranquility of my response was soon disturbed by disquieting dreams, wherein a creature that had played the part and bore the name of Arsene Lupin, held an important place. He appeared to me with his back laden with articles of value.

He leapt over walls and plundered castles. but the outlines of that creature who was no longer arson lupin assumed a more definite form he came toward me growing larger and larger leapt into the compartment with incredible agility and landed squarely on my chest with a cry of fright and pain i awoke the man the traveller our companion with his knee on my breast held me by the throat my sight was very indistinct for my eyes were suffused with blood i could see that the lady in a corner of the compartment convulsed with fright. I tried even not to resist. Besides, I did not have the strength. My temples throbbed. I was almost strangled. One minute more, and I would have breathed my last. The man must have realized it, for he relaxed his grip, but did not remove his hand. Then he took a cord in which he had prepared a slip-knot, and tied my wrists together. In an instant I was bound, gagged, and helpless.

certainly he accomplished the trick with an ease and skill that revealed the hand of a master he was no doubt a professional thief not a word not a nervous movement only coolness and audacity and i was there lying on the bench bound like a mummy i arson lupin it was anything but a laughing matter and yet despite the gravity of the situation i keenly appreciated the humour and irony that it involved arson lupin it was anything but a laughing matter and yet despite the gravity of the situation i keenly appreciated the humour and irony that it involved arson lupin seized and bound like a novice robbed as if i were an unsophisticated rustic for you must understand the scoundrel had deprived me of my purse and wallet arson lupin a victim duped vanquished what an adventure the lady did not move he did not even notice her he contented himself with picking up her travelling bag that had fallen to the floor and taking from it the jewels purse and gold and silver trinkets that it contained. The lady opened her eyes, trembled with fear, drew the rings from her fingers, and handed them to the man as if she wished to spare him unnecessary trouble. He took the rings and looked at her. She swooned. Then, quite unruffled, he resumed his seat, lighted a cigarette, and proceeded to examine the treasure that he had acquired.

The examination appeared to give him perfect satisfaction. But I was not so well, satisfied. I do not speak of the twelve thousand francs of which I had been unduly deprived. That was only a temporary loss, because I was certain that I would recover possession of that money after a very brief delay, together with the important papers contained in my wallet, plans, specifications, addresses, lists of correspondence, and compromising letters. But for the moment, a more immediate and more serious question troubled me. How would this affair end? What would be the same? What would be the same? the outcome of this adventure. As you can imagine, the disturbance created by my passage through the

St. Lazare station has not escaped my notice. Going to visit friends who knew me under the name of Guillaume Berla, and amongst whom my resemblance to Arson Lupin was a subject of many innocent jests, I could not assume a disguise, and my presence had been remarked. So beyond question, the commissary of police at Roan, notified by telegraph and assisted by numerous agents, would be a wait the train, would question all suspicious passengers, and proceed to search the cars. Of course I had foreseen all that, but it had not disturbed me, as I was certain that the police of Rouen would not be any shrewder than the police of Paris, and that I could escape recognition. Would it not be sufficient for me to carelessly display my card as

deputy, thanks to which I had inspired complete confidence in the gatekeeper at St. Lazare? But the situation was greatly changed. I was not. longer free. It was impossible to attempt one of my usual tricks. In one of the compartments, the commissary of police would find Monsieur Arson-Lupin, bound hand and foot, as docile as a lamb, packed up, all ready to be dumped into a prison van. He would have simply to accept delivery of the parcel, the same as if it were so much merchandise or a basket of fruit and vegetables. Yet to avoid that shameful denouement, what could I do, bound and gagged as I I was, and the train was rushing on toward Rouen, the next and only station.

Another problem was presented, in which I was less interested, but the solution of which aroused my professional curiosity. What were the intentions of my rascally companion? Of course, if I had been alone, he could, on our arrival at Rouen, leave the car slowly and fearlessly. But the lady? As soon as the door of the compartment should be opened, the lady, now so quiet and humble, would scream and call for help. That was the dilemma that perplexed me. Why had he not reduced her to a helpless condition similar to mine? That would have given him ample time to disappear before his double crime was discovered. He was still smoking, with his eyes fixed upon the window that was now being streaked with drops of rain.

Once he turned, picked up my timetable, and consulted it. The lady had to feign a continued lack of consciousness in order to deceive the enemy. But fits of coughing, provoked by the smoke, exposed her true condition. As to me, I was very uncomfortable and very tired. And I meditated, I plotted. The train was rushing on joyously, intoxicated with its own speed. St. Atyen, at that moment, the man arose and took two steps toward us, which caused the lady to utter a cry of alarm, and fall.

into a genuine swoon. What was the man about to do? He lowered the window on our side. A heavy rain was now falling, and by a gesture the man expressed his annoyance at his not having an umbrella or an overcoat. He glanced at the rack. The lady's umbrella was there. He took it. He also took my overcoat and put it on. We were now crossing the seine. He turned up the bottoms of his trousers, then leaned over and raised the exterior latch of the door. was he going to throw himself upon the track? At that speed it would have been instant death. We now entered a tunnel.

The man opened the door halfway and stood on the upper step. What folly! The darkness, the smoke, the noise, all gave a fantastic appearance to his actions, but suddenly the train diminished its speed. A moment later it increased its speed, then slowed up again. Probably some repairs were being,

made in that part of the tunnel which obliged the trains to diminish their speed and the man was aware of the fact he immediately stepped down to the lower step closed the door behind him and leapt to the ground he was gone the lady immediately recovered her wits and her first act was to lament the loss of her jewels i gave her an imploring look she understood and quickly removed the gag that stifled me she wished to untie the cords that bound me but i prevented her. No, no, the police must see everything exactly as it stands. I want them to see what the rascal did to us. Suppose I pull the alarm bell. Too late, you should have done that when he made the attack on me. But he would have killed me. Oh, monsieur, didn't I tell you that he was on this train? I recognized him from his portrait, and now he has gone off with my jewels. Don't worry, the police will catch him. Catch Arcelle Lupin. Never. that depends on you madam listen when we arrive at ruyn be at the door and call make a noise the police and the railway employees will come tell what you have seen the assault made on me and the flight of arson le pan

give a description of him soft hat umbrella yours grey overcoat yours said she what mine oh not at all it was his i didn't have any it seems to me he didn't have one when he came in yes yes unless the coat was one that some one had forgotten and left in the rack at all events he had it when he went away and that is the essential point a grey overcoat remember ah i forgot you must tell your name first thing you do your husband's official position will stimulate the zeal of the police we arrived at the station i gave her some further instructions in a rather imperious tone tell them my name guillom berla if necessary say that you know me that will save time we must expedite the preliminary investigation the important thing is the pursuit of arson lupin your jewels remember let there be no mistake guillom berla a friend of your husband i understand guillom berla she was already calling and gesticulating as soon as the train stopped several men entered the compartment the critical moment had come. Panting for breath, the lady exclaimed, Arcelain-Lupin, he attacked us. He stole my jewels. I am Madame Renault. My husband is a director of the penitentiary service. Ah, here is my brother, Georges Jardel, director of the

Crisierreux-Rouanais. You must know. She embraced a young man who had just joined us, and whom the commissary saluted. Then she continued weeping, "'Yes, Arcein Le Pen, while Monsieur was sleeping, he seized him by the throat. "'Monsieur, a friend of my husband.' "'The commissary asked, but where is Arcein Le Pen? "'He leapt from the train when passing through the tunnel.' "'Are you sure that it was he?' "'Am I sure?

"'I recognised him perfectly. "'Besides, he was seen at the St. Lazar's station. "'He wore a soft hat.' "'No, a hard-felt like that.' said the commissary, pointing to my hat. He had a soft hat, I am sure, repeated Madame Renault, and a grey overcoat. Yes, that is right, replied the commissary. The telegram says he wore a grey overcoat with a black velvet collar.

Exactly, a black velvet collar, exclaimed Madame Renault triumphantly. I breathed freely. Oh, the excellent friend I had in that little woman. The police agents had now released me. i bit my lips until they ran blood stooping over with my handkerchief over my mouth an attitude quite natural in a person who has remained for a long time in an uncomfortable position and whose mouth shows the bloody marks of the gag i addressed the commissary in a weak voice monsieur it was arson lupin there is no doubt about that if we make haste he can be caught yet i think i may be of some service to you the railway car in which the crime occurred was detached from the train to serve as a mute witness at the official investigation the train continued on its way to avre we were then conducted to the station-master's office through a crowd of curious spectators then i had a sudden access of doubt and discretion under some pretext or other i must gain my automobile and escape to remain there was dangerous something might happen for instance a telegram from paris

and I would be lost. Yes, but what about my thief? Abandoned to my own resources in an unfamiliar country, I could not hope to catch him. I must make the attempt, I said to myself. It may be a difficult game, but an amusing one, and the stake is well worth the trouble. And when the commissary asked us to repeat the story of the robbery,

I exclaimed, Oh, Monsieur, really, Arceinupin is getting the start of us. My automobile is waiting. in the courtyard, if you will be so kind as to use it, we can try." The commissary smiled and replied, "'The idea is a good one. So good, indeed, that it is already being carried out. Two of my men have set out on bicycles.

They have been gone for some time.' "'Where did they go?' To the entrance of the tunnel. There they will gather evidence, secure witnesses, and follow on the track of Arsene Lupin. I could not refrain from shrugging my shoulders as I replied, Your men will not secure any evidence or any witnesses. Really? Arceg Lepin will not allow anyone to see him emerge from the tunnel.

He will take the first road. To Roan, where we will arrest him. He will not go to Roan? Then he will remain in the vicinity, where his capture will be even more certain. He will not remain in the vicinity. Oh! and where will he hide? I looked at my watch and said,

At the present moment, Arcein Lupin is prowling around the station at Darnetal. At 10.50, that is, in 22 minutes from now, he will take the train that goes from Roan to Amiens. Do you think so? How do you know it? Oh, it is quite simple. While we were in the car, Arcein Lupin consulted my railway guide. Why did he do it? Was there not far from the spot where he disappeared, another line of railway, a station upon that line, and a train stopping at that station?

On consulting my railway guide, I found such to be the case. Really, monsieur, said the commissary, that is a marvellous deduction. I congratulate you on your skill. I was now convinced that I had made a mistake in displaying so much cleverness. The commissary regarded me with astonishment, and I thought a slight suspicion entered his official mind. Oh, scarcely that, for the photographs distributed, broadcast by the police department, were too imperfect. They presented an Arcelle Lupin so different from the one he had before him that he could not possibly recognize me by it. But all the same he was troubled, confused, and ill at ease.

My God, nothing stimulates the comprehension so much as the loss of a pocket-book and the desire to recover it, and it seems to me that if you will give me two of your men, we may be able to people. Oh, I beg of you, Monsieur Le Commissaire, cried Madame Renaud. Listen to Mr. Berla. The intervention of my excellent friend was decisive. Pronounced by her, the wife of an influential official, the name of Berlaa became really my own, and gave me an identity that no mere suspicion could affect. The commissary arose and said, Believe me, Monsieur Berla, I shall be delighted to see you succeed. I am as much interested as you are in the arrest of Marcel Lupin.

he accompanied me to the automobile and introduced two of his men honoris mausel and gaston delivé who were assigned to assist me my chauffeur cranked up the car and i took my place at the wheel a few seconds later we left the station i was saved i must confess that in rolling over the boulevards that surrounded the old norman city in my swift thirty-five horse-power moro lepton i experienced a deep feeling of pride and the motor responded sympathetically to my desires. At right and left, the trees flew past us with startling rapidity, and I, free, out of danger, had simply to arrange my little personal affairs with the two honest representatives of the Rouen police who were sitting behind me. Arcel Lepin was going in search of Arcel lupin. Modest guardians of social order, Gaston Deliver and Honore Marsall. How valuable was your assistance! what would i have done without you without you many times at the cross-roads i might have taken the wrong route without you arson lupin would have made a mistake and the other would have escaped

but the end was not yet far from it i had yet to capture the thief and recover the stolen papers under no circumstances must my two acolytes be permitted to see those papers much less to seize them that was a point that might give me some difficulty we arrived at darnitaph three minutes after the departure of the train true i had the consolation of learning that a man wearing a gray overcoat with a black velvet collar had taken the train at the station he had bought a second-class ticket for certainly my debuts as detective was a promising one delivès said to me the train is express and the next stop is monterrelli bouchi in nineteen minutes if we do not reach there before arson lupin He can proceed to Amiens or change for the train going to Clare, and from that point reach Dieppe or Paris. How far to Monterelli? Twenty-three kilometers. Twenty-three kilometers in nineteen minutes. We will be there ahead of him.

We were off again. Never had my faithful Morrow Lepton responded to my impatience with such ardor and regularity. It participated in my anxiety. It endorsed my determination. It comprehended my animosity against that rascally Arcel Lupin. The knave, the traitor. Turn to the right, cried Delivé, then to the left. We fairly flew, scarcely touching the ground. The milestones looked like little timid beasts that vanished at our approach.

Suddenly, at a turn of the road, we saw a vortex of smoke. It was the northern express. for a kilometer it was a struggle side by side but an unequal struggle in which the issue was certain we won the race by twenty lengths in three seconds we were on the platform standing before the second-class carriages the doors were opened and some passengers alighted but not my thief we made a search through the compartments no sign of arson le sa pristie i cried he must have recognized me in the automobile as we were racing side by side and he leapt from the train ah there he is now crossing the track i started in pursuit of the man followed by my two acolytes or rather followed by one of them for the other masol proved himself to be a runner of exceptional speed and endurance in a few moments he had made an appreciable gain upon the fugitive the man noticed it leapt over a hedge, scampered across a meadow, and entered a thick grove. When we reached this grove, Massol was waiting for us.

He went no farther for fear of losing us. Quite right, my dear friend, I said. After such a run, our victim must be out of wind. We will catch him now. I examined the surroundings with the idea of proceeding alone in the arrest of the fugitive in order to recover my papers concerning which the authorities would doubt. outless ask many disagreeable questions. Then I returned to my companions and said, It is all quite easy. You, Masol, take your place at the left, you Delivin at the right.

From there you can observe the entire posterior line of the bush, and he cannot escape without you seeing him, except by that ravine, and I shall watch it. If he does not come out voluntarily, I will enter and drive him out toward one or the other of you. You have simply to wait. Oh, I forgot, in case I need you, a pistol shot. Mazzol and Delivéé went away to their respective posts. As soon as they had disappeared, I entered the grove with the greatest precaution so as to be neither seen nor heard. I encountered dense thickets through which narrow paths had been cut,

but the overhanging boughs compelled me to adopt a stooping posture. One of these paths led to a clearing in which I found footsteps upon the wet grass. I followed them. They led me to the foot of a mound which was surmounted by a deserted, dilapidated hovel. "'He must be there,' I said to myself. It is a well-chosen retreat. I crept cautiously to the side of the building. A slight noise informed me that he was there, and then through an opening I saw him. His back was turned toward me. In two bounds I was upon him. He tried to fire a revolver that he held in his hand, but he had no time. i threw him to the ground in such a manner that his arms were beneath him twisted and helpless whilst i held him down with my knee on his breast listen my boy i whispered in his ear i am arseine lupin

you are to deliver over to me immediately and gracefully my pocket-book and the lady's jewels and in return therefore i will save you from the police and enroll you amongst my friends one word yes or no yes he murmured very good your escape this morning was well planned i congratulate you i arose he fumbled in his pocket drew out a large knife and tried to strike me with it imbecile i exclaimed with one hand i parried the attack with the other i gave him a sharp blow on the carotid artery he fell stunned in my pocket-book i recovered my papers and bank-notes. Out of curiosity, I took his. Upon an envelope addressed to him, I read his name, Pierre-Enfrey. It startled me. Pierre-en-en-en-Frae, the assassin of the Rue la Fontaine at Otei. Pierre-en-Frey, he who had cut the throats of Madame Del Bois and her two daughters. I leaned over him. Yes, those were the features which, in the compartment, had evoked in me the memory of a face I could not then recall. The time was passing. I placed in an envelope two bank-notes

of one hundred francs each, with a card bearing these words. Arcel Lupin, to his worthy colleagues, Honouré Massol and Gaston Deliver as a slight token of his gratitude. I placed it in a prominent spot in the room where they would be sure to find it. Beside it, I placed Madame Bruno's handbag. Why could I not return it to the lady who had befriended me? i must confess that i had taken from it everything that possessed any interest or value leaving there only a shell-comb a stick of rouge d'orin for the lips and an empty purse but you know business is business and then really her husband is engaged in such a dishonorable vocation the man was becoming conscious what was i to do i was unable to save him or condemn him so i took his revolver and fired a shot in the air my two acolytes will come and attend to his case i said to myself as i hastened away by the road through the ravine twenty minutes later i was seated in my automobile at four o'clock i telegraphed to my friends at roi that an unexpected event would prevent me from making my promised visit between ourselves considering what my friends must now know my visit is postponed indefinitely a cruel disillusion for them

at six o'clock i was in paris the evening newspapers informed me that pierre renfrey had been captured at last next day let us not despise the advantages of judicious advertising the echo de france published this sensational item yesterday near bouchy after numerous exciting incidents arcel lepins effected the arrest of pierre henfrey the assassin of the rue la fontaine had robbed madame renaud wife of the director in the penitentiary service in a railway carriage on the paris arcel lepins restored to mad renaud the handbag that contained her jewels and gave a generous recompense to the two detectives who had assisted him in making that dramatic arrest End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of the extraordinary adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The extraordinary adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Burglar, by Maurice Leblanc.

Chapter 5. The Queen's necklace Two or three times each year, on occasions of unusual importance, such as the balls at the Austrian embassy or the soirees. of Lady Billingston, the Countess de Drew-Subis wore upon her white shoulders the Queen's necklace. It was indeed the famous necklace, the legendary necklace that Beaumere and Basange, court-dueuilers, had made for Madame du Barry, the veritable necklace that the Cardinal de Roan-Soubiz intended to give to Marie Antoinette, Queen of France, and the same that

the adventurous Jean de Valois, Countess de la Mott, had pulled to pieces one evening in February February 1785, with the aid of her husband and their accomplice Retour de Villette. To tell the truth, the mounting alone was genuine. Retour de Villette had kept it, whilst the Count de Lamotte and his wife scattered to the four winds of heaven, the beautiful stone so carefully chosen by Beaumere. Later he sold the mounting to Gaston de Bruce's, nephew and heir of the cardinal, who repurchased the few diamonds that remained in the possession of the English jeweller, trees, supplemented them with other stones of the same size but of much inferior quality, and thus restored the marvellous necklace to the form in which it had come from the hands of Beaumere and Bassange. For nearly a century, the House of Dres-Soubiz had prided itself upon the possession of this historic jewel.

Although adverse circumstances had greatly reduced their fortune, they preferred to curtail their household expenses rather than part with this relic of royalism. more particularly the present count clung to it as a man clings to the home of his ancestors as a matter of prudence he had rented a safety-deposit box at the credillionaire in which to keep it he went for it himself on the afternoon of the day on which his wife wished to wear it and he himself carried it back next morning on this particular evening at the reception given at the palais de castille the countess achieved a remarkable success and king christian in whose honour the fete was given commented on her grace and beauty a thousand facets of the diamond sparkled and shone like flames of fire about her shapely neck and shoulders and it is safe to say that none but she could have borne the weight of such an ornament with so much ease and grace this was a double triumph and the count de drou was highly elated when they returned to their chamber in the old house of the faubour saint-germain He was proud of his wife, and quite as proud, perhaps, of the necklace that had conferred, added lustre to his noble house for generations. His wife also regarded the necklace with an almost childish vanity, and it was not without regret that she removed it from her shoulders, and handed

it to her husband, who admired it as passionately as if he had never seen it before. Then, having placed it in its case of red leather, stamped with the cardinal's arms, he passed into an adjoining room which was simply an alcove or cabinet that had been cut off from their chamber and which could be entered only by means of a door at the foot of their bed. As he had done on previous occasions he hid it on a high shelf amongst hat-boxes and piles of linen. He closed the door and retired. Next morning he arose about nine o'clock, intending to go to the credigionaire before breakfast. He dressed, drank a cup of coffee, and went to the street.

stables to give his orders. The condition of one of the horses worried him. He caused it to be exercised in his presence. Then he returned to his wife, who had not yet left the chamber. Her maid was dressing her hair. When her husband entered, she asked, Are you going out? Yes, as far as the bank. Of course, that is wise. He entered the cabinet, but after a few seconds, and without any sign of astonishment, he asked, "'Did you take it, my dear?' "'What?' "'No, I have not taken anything.'

"'You must have moved it.' "'Not at all. I have not even opened that door.' He appeared at the door, disconcerted, and stammered in a scarcely intelligible voice. "'You haven't. "'It wasn't you.' "'Then—' She hastened to his assistance, and together they made a thorough search,

throwing the boxes to the floor and overturning the piles of linen. Then the Count said, quite discouraged. It is useless to look any more. I put it here on this shelf. You must be mistaken. No, no, it was on this shelf, nowhere else. They lighted a candle as the room was quite dark, and then carried out all the linen and other articles that the room contained.

and when the room was emptied they confessed in despair that the famous necklace had disappeared without losing time in vain lamentations the countess notified the commissary of police m valourbe who came at once and after hearing their story inquired of the count are you sure that no one passed through your chamber during the night absolutely sure as i am a very light sleeper besides the chamber door was bolted and i remember unbolting it this morning when my wife rang for her maid. And there is no other entrance to the cabinet. None. No windows? Yes, but it is closed up. I will look at it.

Candles were lighted, and Monsieur Valourb observed at once that the lower half of the window was covered by a large press, which was, however, so narrow that it did not touch the casement on either side. On what does this window open? a small inner court and you have a floor above this two but on a level with the servants floor there was a close grating over the court that is why this room is so dark when the press was moved they found that the window was fastened which would not have been the case if any one had entered that way unless said the count they went out through our chamber in that case you would have found the door unbolted the commissary considered the situation for a moment then asked the countess did any of your servants know that you wore the necklace last evening certainly i didn't conceal the fact but nobody knew that it was hidden in that cabinet no one no one unless be quite sure madame as it is a very important point she turned to her husband and said

i was thinking of arriet aryette she didn't know where we kept it are you sure who is this woman aryette asked m valab a schoolmate who was disowned by her family for marrying beneath her after her husband's death i furnished an apartment in this house for her and her son she is clever with her needle and has done some work for me what floor is she on same as ours at the end of the corridor and i think-the window of her kitchen opens on this little court does it not yes just opposite hours m valob then asked to see henriette they went to her apartment she was sewing whilst her son raoul about six years old was sitting beside her reading the commissary was surprised to see the wretched apartment that had been provided for the woman it consisted of one room without a fireplace and a very small room that served as a kitchen the commissary proceeded to question her she appeared to be overwhelmed on learning of the theft last evening she had herself dressed the countess and placed the necklace upon her shoulders good god she exclaimed it can't be possible and you have no idea not the least suspicion is it possible is it possible that the thief may have passed from it-auched it-ixtable it possible that the thief may have passed your room. She laughed heartily, never supposing that she could be an object of suspicion. But I have not left my room. I never go out, and perhaps you have not seen. She opened the kitchen

window and said, See, it is at least three meters to the ledge of the opposite window. Who told you that we supposed the theft might have been committed in that way? But the necklace was in the cabinet, wasn't it? How do you know that? Why, I've always known that it was kept there at night. It had been mentioned in my presence. Her face, though still young, bore unmistakable traces of sorrow and resignation, and it now assumed an expression of anxiety as if some danger threatened her.

She drew her son toward her. The child took her hand and kissed it affectionately. When they were alone again, the Count said to the commissary, I do not suppose you suspect enriette. I can answer for her. She is honesty itself. I quite agree with you, replied Monsieur Valorbe. At most I thought there might have been an unconscious complicity,

but I confess that even that theory must be abandoned, as it does not help solve the problem now before us. The commissary of police abandoned the investigation, which was now taken up and completed by the examining judge. He questioned the service. servants examined the condition of the bolt experimented with the opening and closing of the cabinet window and explored the little court from top to bottom all was in vain the bolt was intact the window could not be opened or closed from the outside the inquiries especially concerned henriette for in spite of everything they always turned in her direction they made a thorough investigation of her past life and ascertained that during the last three years she had left the house only four times, and her business on those occasions was satisfactorily

explained. As a matter of fact, she acted as chambermaid and seamstress to the countess, who treated her with great strictness and even severity. At the end of a week, the examining judge had secured no more definite information than the commissary of police. The judge said, admitting that we know the guilty party, which we do not, we are confronted by the fact that we do not know how the theft was committed. We are brought face to face with two obstacles, a door and a window, both closed and fastened. It is thus a double mystery. How could anyone enter, and, moreover, how could anyone escape, leaving behind him a bolted door and a fastened window? At the end of four months, the secret opinion of the judge was that the count and countess, being hard-pressed for money,

which was their normal condition, had sold the queen's necklace. He, He closed the investigation. The loss of the famous jewel was a severe blow to the Drus-Soubiz. Their credit being no longer propped up by the reserve fund that such a treasure constituted, they found themselves confronted by more exacting creditors and money-lenders. They were obliged to cut down to the quick, to sell or mortgage every article that possessed any commercial value. In brief, it would have been their ruin if two large legacies from some distant relatives

had not saved them. Their pride also suffered a downfall, as if they had lost a quartering from their escutcheon. And strange to relate, it was upon her former schoolmate, Henriette, that the countess vented her spleen. Toward her, the countess displayed the most spiteful feelings, and even openly accused her. First, Henriette was relegated to the servants' quarters, and next day, discharged. For some time the count and countess passed an unavailable. For some time the countenance passed an uneventful life. They travelled a great deal. Only one incident of record occurred during that period. Some months after the departure of Henriette, the Countess was surprised when she received and read the following letter, signed by Henriette. Madame, I do not know how to thank you,

for it was you, was it not, who sent me that. It could not have been anyone else. No one but you knows where I live. If I am wrong, excuse me, and accept my sincere. thanks for your past favors what did the letter mean the present or past favors of the countess consisted principally of injustice and neglect why then this letter of thanks when asked for an explanation ariette replied that she had received a letter through the mails enclosing two bank-notes of one thousand francs each the envelope which she enclosed with her reply bore the paris postmark and was addressed in a handwriting that was obvious disguised. Now whence came those two thousand francs, who had sent them, and why had they sent them? Henriette received a similar letter, and a like sum of money twelve months later, and a third time, and a fourth, and each year for a period of six years, with this difference, that in the fifth and sixth years the sum was doubled. There was another difference, the post-office authorities having seized

one of these letters under the pretext that it was not registered, the last two letters were duly sent according to the postal regulations. The first dated from Saint-Germain, the other from Surin. The writer signed the first one, Anquity, and the other Peshire. The addresses that he gave were false. At the end of six years, Henriette died, and the mystery remained unsolved. All these events are known to the public. The case was one of those. The case was one of those. which excite public interest and it was a strange coincidence that this necklace which had caused such a great commotion in france at the close of the eighteenth century should create a similar commotion a century later but what i am about to relate is known only to the parties directly interested and a few others from whom the count exacted a promise of secrecy as it is probable that some day or other that promise will be broken i have no hesitation in rending the veil and thus disclosing the key to the mystery, the explanation of the letter published in the morning papers two days ago,

an extraordinary letter which increased, if possible, the mists and shadows that enveloped this inscrutable drama. Five days ago, a number of guests were dining with the Count de Drus-subis. There were several ladies present, including his two nieces and his cousin, and the following gentleman, the president of Esaville, the deputy Beauchat, the Chevalier Florian, whom the count had known in sicily and general marquis de rousier an old club friend after the repast coffee was served by the ladies who gave the gentlemen permission to smoke their cigarettes provided they would not desert the salon the conversation was general and finally one of the guests chanced to speak of celebrated crimes and that gave the marquis of rousieres who delighted to tease the count an opportunity to mention the affair of the queen's necklace the subject that the Count detested. Each one expressed his own opinion of the affair,

and of course their various theories were not only contradictory, but impossible. And you, monsieur, said the Countess to the Chevalier Floriani. What is your opinion? Oh, I... I have no opinion, madame. All the guests protested, for the Chevalier had just related in an entertaining manner various adventures in which he had participated with his father, a magistrate at Palermo,

and which established his judgment and taste in such manners. I confess, said he. I have sometimes succeeded in unraveling mysteries that the cleverest detectives have renounced. Yet I do not claim to be Sherlock Holmes. Moreover, I know very little about the affair of the Queen's necklace. Everybody now turned to the Count, who was thus obliged, quite unwillingly to narrate all the circumstances connected with the theft. The Chevalier listened, reflected, asked a few questions and said, It is very strange. At first sight, the problem appears to be a very simple one. The Count shrugged his shoulders. The others drew closer to the Chevalier, who continued in a

dogmatic tone. As a general rule, in order to find the author of a crime or a theft, it is necessary to determine how that crime or theft was committed or at least how it could have been committed in the present case nothing is more simple because we are face to face not with several theories but with one positive fact that is to say the thief could only enter by the chamber door or the window of the cabinet now a person cannot open a bolted door from the outside therefore he must have entered through the window but it was closed and fastened and we found it fastened afterward declared the count in order to do that continued floriani without heeding the interruption he had simply to construct a bridge a plank or a ladder between the balcony of the kitchen and the ledge of the window and as the jewel case but i repeat that the window was fastened exclaimed the count impatiently this time floriani was obliged to reply he did some with the greatest tranquillity, as if the objection was the most insignificant affair in the world. I will admit that it was, but is there not a transom in the upper part of the window? How do you know that? In the first place that was customary in houses of that date,

and in the second place, without such a transom, the theft cannot be explained. Yes, there is one, but it was closed, the same as the window. Consequently, we did not pay attention to it. that was a mistake for if you had examined it you would have found that it had been opened but how i presume that like all others it opens by means of a wire with a ring on the lower end yes but i do not see now through a hole in the window a person could by the aid of some instrument let us say a poker with a hook at the end grip the ring pull down and open the transom the count laughed and said excellent excellent your scheme is very cleverly constructed but you overlook one thing monsieur there is no hole in the window there was a hole not since we would have seen it in order to see it you must look for it and no one has looked the hole is there it must be there at the side of the window in the putty in a vertical direction of course the count arose he was greatly excited he paced up and down the room two or three times in a nervous manner then approaching florianne said nobody has been in that room since nothing has been changed very well monsieur you can easily satisfy yourself that my explanation is correct it does not agree with the facts established by the examining judge you have seen nothing and yet you contradict all that we have seen and all that we know

florianni paid no attention to the count's petulance he simply smiled and said mon dieu monsieur i submit my theory that is all if i am mistaken you can easily prove it i will do so at once i confess it your assurance the count muttered a few more words then suddenly rushed to the door and passed out not a word was uttered in his absence and this profound silence gave the situation an air of almost tragic importance finally the count returned he was pale and nervous he said to his friends in a trembling voice i beg your pardon the revelations of the chevalier were so unexpected i should never have thought his wife questioned him eagerly speak what is it he stammered the the hole is there at the very very very spot at the side of the window. He seized the Chevalier's arm and said to him in an imperious tone, Now, Monsieur, proceed. I admit that you are right so far, but now, that is not all.

Go on. Tell us the rest of it. Floriani disengaged his arm gently, and after a moment continued. Well, in my opinion, this is what happened. The thief, knowing that the Countess was going to wear the necklace that evening, had prepared his gangway or bridge during your absence. He watched you through the window and saw you hide the necklace. Afterwards he cut the glass and pulled the ring. Ah, but the distance was so great that it would be impossible for him to reach the window fasting through the transom. Well, then, if he could not open the window by reaching through the transom,

you must have crawled through the transom. Impossible, it is too small. No man could crawl through it, Then it was not a man, declared Floriani. What? If the transom is too small to admit a man, it must have been a child. A child? Did you not say that your friend Henriette had a son? Yes, a son named Raoul. Then, in all probability, it was Raoul who committed the theft.

What proof have you of that? What proof? plenty of it for instance he stopped and reflected for a moment then continued for instance that gangway or bridge it is improbable that the child could have brought it in from outside the house and carried it away again without being observed you must have used something close at hand in the little room used by henriette as a kitchen were there not some shelves against the wall on which she placed her pans and dishes two shells to the best of my memory are you sure that those shelves are really fastened to the wooden brackets that support them for if they are not we could be justified in presuming that the child removed them fastened them together and thus formed his bridge perhaps also since there was a stove we might find the bent poker that he used to open the transom without saying a word the count left the room and this time those present did not feel the nervous anxiety they had experienced the first time. They were confident that Floriani was right, and no one was surprised when the Count returned and declared. It was the child. Everything proves it.

You have seen the shelves and the poker. Yes, the shelves have been unnailed, and the poker is there yet. But the Countess exclaimed, You had better say it was his mother. All yet is the guilty party. She must have compelled her son. "'No,' declared the Chevalier. "'The mother had nothing to do with it. "'Nonsense! "'They occupied the same room. "'The child could not have done it

"'without the mother's knowledge. "'True, they lived in the same room, "'but all this happened in the adjoining room "'during the night while the mother was asleep. "'And the necklace?' said the Count. "'It would have been found amongst the child's things. "'Pardon me, he had been out. "'That morning, on which you found him,

he had just come from school and perhaps the commissary of police instead of wasting his time on the innocent mother would have been better employed in searching the child's desk amongst his school-books but how do you explain those two thousand francs that all yet received each year are they not evidence of her complicity if she had been an accomplice would she have thanked you for that money then was she not closely watched but the child being free could easily go to a name city negotiate with some dealer and sell him one diamond or two diamonds as he might wish upon condition if the money should be sent from paris and that proceeding could be repeated from year to year an indescribable anxiety oppressed the drusubes and their guests there was something in the tone and attitude of florianne something more than the chevalier's assurance which from the beginning had so annoyed the count there was a touch of irony that seemed rather hostile than sympathy but the count affected to laugh as he said all that is very ingenious and interesting and i congratulate you upon your vivid imagination no not at all replied floriani with the utmost gravity i imagine nothing i simply describe the events as they must have occurred but what do you know about them what you yourself have told me i picture to myself the life of the mother and child down there in the country the illness of the mother the schemes of and inventions of the child to sell the precious stones in order to save his mother's life or at least soothe her dying moments her illness overcomes her she dies years roll on the child becomes a man and then-and now i will give my imagination of free reigns let us suppose that the man feels a desire to return to the home of his childhood,

that he does so, and that he meets there certain people who suspect and accuse his mother. Do you realize the sorrow and anguish of such an interview in the very house wherein the original drama was played? His words seemed to echo for a few seconds in the ensuing silence, and one could read upon the faces of the Count and Countess de Drou, a bewildered effort to comprehend his meaning. and at the same time the fear and anguish of such a comprehension the count spoke at last and said who are you monsieur i the chevalier floriani whom you met at palermo and whom you have been gracious enough to invite to your house on several occasions then what does this story mean oh nothing at all it is simply a pastime so far as i am concerned

I endeavour to depict the pleasure that Henriette's son, if he still lives, would have in telling you that he was the guilty party, and that he did it because his mother was unhappy, as she was on the point of losing the place of a servant by which she lived, and because the child suffered at sight of his mother's sorrow. He spoke with suppressed emotion, rose partially and inclined toward the Countess, there could be no doubt that the Chevalier Floriani was Henriette's son. His attitude and words proclaimed it. Besides, was it not his obvious intention and desire to be recognized as such? The Count hesitated.

What action would he take against the audacious guest? Ring? Provoke a scandal? Unmasked the man who had once robbed him? But that was a long time ago. And who would believe that absurd sense? story about the guilty child. No, better far to accept the situation and pretend not to comprehend the true meaning of it. So the Count, turning to Floriani, exclaimed,

Your story is very curious, very entertaining, I enjoyed it much, but what do you think has become of this young man, this model son? I hope he has not abandoned the career in which he made such a brilliant debut. Oh, certainly not. after such a debut to steal the queen's necklace at six years of age the celebrated necklace that was coveted by marie antoinette and to steal it remarked florianne falling in with the count's mood without costing him the slightest trouble without any one thinking to examine the condition of the window or to observe that the window-sill was too clean that window-sill which he had wiped in order to efface the marks he had made in the thick dust we must admit that it was sufficient to turn the head of a boy at that age it was all so easy yet simply to desire the thing and reach out his hand to get it and he reached out his hand ha ha ha both hands replied the chevalier laughing his companions received a shock what mystery surrounded the life of the so-called florianni how wonderful must have been the life of that adventure her, a thief at six years of age, and who today, in search of excitement, or, at most, to gratify a feeling of resentment, had come to brave his victim in her own house, audaciously, foolishly, and yet with all the grace and delicacy of a courteous guest.

He arose and approached the countess to bid her adieu. She recoiled unconsciously. He smiled. oh madame you are afraid of me did i pursue my role of parlor magician a step too far she controlled herself and replied with her accustomed ease not at all monsieur the legend of that dutiful son interested me very much and i am pleased to know that my necklace had such a brilliant destiny but do you not think that the son of that woman that henriette was the victim of hereditary influence in the choice of his vocation he shuddered feeling the point and replied i am sure of it and moreover his natural tendency to crime must have been very strong or he would have been discouraged why so because as you must know the majority of the diamonds were false the only genuine stones were the few purchased from the english jeweller the others having been sold one by one to meet the cruel necessities of life it was still the queen's necklace monsieur replied the countess heartily and that is something that he henriette's son could not appreciate he was able to appreciate madame that whether true or false the necklace was nothing more than an object of parade an emblem of senseless pride the count made a threatening gesture but his wife stopped him monsieur she said if the man to whom you allude has the slightest sense of honor. She stopped, intimidated by Floriani's cool manner.

If that man has the slightest sense of honor, he repeated. She felt that she would not gain anything by speaking to him in that manner, and in spite of her anger and indignation, trembling as she was from humiliated pride, she said to him, almost politely, Monsieur, the legend says that Reto de Villette, when in possession of the Queen necklace did not disfigure the mounting he understood that the diamonds were simply the ornament the accessory and that the mounting was the essential work the creation of the artist and he respected it accordingly do you think that this man had the same feeling I have no doubt that the mounting still exists the child respected it well monsieur if

you should happen to meet him will you tell him that he unjustly keeps possession of a relic that is the property and pride of a certain family, and that although the stones have been removed, the queen's necklace still belongs to the house of Dre's Subbies. It belongs to us as much as our name or our honour. The Chevalier replied simply, I shall tell him, madame. He bowed to her, saluted the Count and the other guests, and departed. Four days later, the Countess deau found upon the table in her chamber a red leather case bearing the cardinal's arms. She opened it and found the queen's necklace. But as all things must, in the life of a man who strives for unity and logic,

converged toward the same goal, and as a little advertising never does any harm, on the following day the Echo de France published these sensational lines. The Queen's necklace, the famous historical jewellery, stolen from the family of Drus Hubez has been recovered by Arsene Lupin, who hastened to restore it to its rightful owner. We cannot too highly commend such a delicate and chivalrous act. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 Part 1 of The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsend Lupin, Gentleman, Burglar. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman, Gentleman

burglar by Maurice Leblanc. Chapter 6. The Seven of Hearts. Part 1 I am frequently asked this question. How did you make the acquaintance of Arsene Lupin? My connection with Arsene Lupin was well known. The details that I gather concerning that mysterious man,

the irrefutable facts that I present, the new evidence that I produce, the interpretation that I place on certain acts of which the public has seen only the exterior manifestations without being able to discover the secret reasons or the invisible mechanism all establish if not an intimacy at least amicable relations and regular confidences but how did i make his acquaintance why was i selected to be his historiographer why i and not someone else the answer is simple chance alone presided over my choice. My merit was not considered. It was chance that put me in his way. It was by chance that I was participant in one of his strangest and most mysterious adventures,

and by chance that I was an actor in a drama of which he was the marvelous stage director, an obscure and intricate drama bristling with such thrilling events that I feel a certain an embarrassment in undertaking to describe it. The first act takes place during that memorable night of 22 June, of which so much has already been said. And for my part, I attribute the anomalous conduct of which I was guilty on that occasion to the unusual frame of mind in which I found myself on my return home. I had dined with some friends at the Cascade restaurant, and the entire evening, whilst we

smoked and the orchestra played melancholy waltzes, we talked only of crimes and thefts and dark and frightful intrigues. That is always a poor overture to a night's sleep. The St. Martins went away in an automobile. Jean d'Aspri, that delightful, heedless Asprey, who, six months later, was killed in such a tragic manner on the frontier of Morocco, Jean d'espri and I returned on foot through the dark, warm night. When we arrived in front of the little house in which I had lived for a year at Nuiyi on the boulevard-mayo, he said to me, Are you afraid? What an idea!

But this house is so isolated, no neighbours, vacant lots. Really, I am not a coward, and yet— Well, you are very cheering, I must say. i say that as i would say anything else the st martins have impressed me with their stories of brigands and thieves we shook hands and said good-night i took out my key and opened the door well that is good i murmured antoine has forgotten to light a candle then i recalled the fact that antoine was away i had given him a short leave of absence forthwith i was disagreeably oppressed by the darkness and silence of the night I ascended the stairs on tiptoe and reached my room as quickly as possible. Then, contrary to my usual habit, I turned the key and pushed the bolt. The light of my candle restored my courage, yet I was careful to take my revolver from its case,

a large, powerful weapon, and place it beside my bed. That precaution completed my reassurance. I laid down and, as usual, took a book from my night-table to read myself to sleep. then i received a great surprise instead of the paper-knife with which i had marked my place on the proceeding i found an envelope closed with five seals of red wax i seized it eagerly it was addressed to me and marked urgent a letter a letter addressed to me who could have put it in that place nervously i tore open the envelope and read from the moment you open this letter whatever happens Whatever you may hear, do not move, do not utter one cry, otherwise you are doomed. I am not a coward, and quite as well as another I can face real danger, or smile at the visionary perils of imagination. But let me repeat, I was in an anomalous condition of mind, with my nerves set on edge by the events of the evening.

Besides, was there not in my present situation something startling and mistaken? mysterious, calculated to disturb the most courageous spirit. My feverish fingers clutched the sheet of paper, and I read and reread those threatening words, Do not move, do not utter one cry, otherwise you are doomed. Nonsense, I thought. It is a joke, the work of some cheerful idiot. I was about to laugh, A good loud laugh. Who prevented me? What haunting fear compressed my throat? At least I would not blow out the candle.

No, I could not do it. Do not move, or you are doomed, were the words he had written. These auto-suggestions are frequently more imperious than the most positive realities. But why should I struggle against them? I had simply to close my eyes. I did so. at that moment i heard a slight noise followed by crackling sounds proceeding from a large room used by me as a library a small room or antechamber was situated between the library and my bedchamber The approach of an actual danger greatly excited me, and I felt a desire to get up, seize my revolver, and rush into the library.

I did not rise. I saw one of the curtains of the left window move. There was no doubt about it. The curtain had moved. It was still moving, and I saw, I saw quite distinctly, in the narrow space between the curtains and the window, a human form. bulky mass that prevented the curtains from hanging straight. And it is equally certain that the man saw me through the large meshes of the curtain. Then I understood the situation. His mission was to guard me while the others carried away their booty. Should I rise and seize my revolver? Impossible. He was there. At the least movement, at the least cry, I was doomed. Then came a terrific noise that shook the house. This was followed by lighter sounds, two or three together,

like those of a hammer that rebounded. At least that was the impression formed in my confused brain. These were mingled with other sounds, thus creating a veritable uproar, which proved that the intruders were not only bold, but felt themselves secure from interruption. They were right. I did not move.

Was it, cowardice? no rather weakness a total inability to move any portion of my body combined with discretion for why should i struggle behind that man there were ten others who would come to his assistance should i risk my life to save a few tapestries and bibelows throughout the night my torture endured insufferable torture terrible anguish the noises had stopped but i was in constant fear of their renewal The man, the man who was guarding me, weapon in hand. My fearful eyes remained cast in his direction, and my heart beat, and a profuse perspiration oozed from every pore of my body. Suddenly I experienced an immense relief. A milk-wagon, whose sound was familiar to me, passed along the boulevard,

and at the same time I had an impression that the light of a new day was trying to steal through the closed window-blinds. at last daylight penetrated the room other vehicles passed along the boulevard and all the phantoms of the night vanished then i put one arm out of the bed slowly and cautiously my eyes were fixed upon the curtain locating the exact spot at which i must fire i made an exact calculation of the movements i must make then quickly i seized my revolver and fired i leapt from my bed with a cry of deliverance and rushed to the window the bullet had passed through the curtain and the window-glass but it had not touched the man for the very good reason that there was none there nobody thus during the entire night i had been hypnotized by a fold of the curtain and during that time the malefactors furiously with an enthusiasm that nothing could have stopped i turned the key opened the door crossed the ante-chamber opened another door and rushed into the library but amazement stopped me on the threshold panting astounded more astonished than i had been by the absence of the man all the things that i supposed had been by the absence of the man all the things that i supposed had been stolen furniture books pictures old tapestries everything was in its proper place it was incredible i could not believe my eyes notwithstanding that uproar those noises of removal i made a tour i inspected the walls i made a mental inventory of all the familiar objects nothing was missing and what was more disconcerting there was no clue to the intruders not a sign not a chair disturbed not the trace of a footstep

well well i said to myself pressing my hands on my bewildered head surely i am not crazy i heard something inch by inch i made a careful examination of the room it was in vain unless i could consider this as a discovery under a small persian rug i found a card an ordinary playing-card it was the seven of hearts it was like any other seven of hearts in french playing cards with this slight but curious exception the extreme point of each of the seven red spots or hearts was pierced by a hole round and regular as if made with the point of an all nothing more a card and a letter found in a book but was that not sufficient to affirm that i had not been the plaything of a dream throughout the day i continued my searches in the library it was a large room much too large for the requirements of such a house and the decoration of which attested the bizarre taste of its founder the floor was a mosaic of multicolored stones formed into large symmetrical designs the walls were covered with a similar mosaic arranged in panels pompean allegories byzantine compositions, frescoes of the Middle Ages, a bacchus bestriding a cask, an emperor wearing a gold crown, a flowing beard, and holding a sword in his right hand. Quite high, after the style of an artist's studio, there was a large window, the only one in the

room. That window, being always open at night, it was probable that the men had entered through it by the aid of a ladder. But again there was no evidence. The bottom of the ladder would have left some marks in the soft earth beneath the window, but there were none, nor were there any traces of footsteps in any part of the yard. I had no idea of informing the police, because the facts I had before me were so absurd and inconsistent. They would laugh at me. However, as I was then a reporter on the staff of the Gill Blass, I wrote a lengthy account of my adventure, and it was published in the paper on the second day thereafter. The article attracted some attention, but not No one took it seriously. They regarded it as a work of fiction rather than a story of real life.

The Saint-Martins rallied me, but Despris, who took an interest in such matters, came to see me, made a study of the affair, but reached no conclusion. A few mornings later the doorbell rang, and Antoine came to inform me that a gentleman desired to see me. He would not give his name. I directed Antoine to show him up. He was a man of about forty years of age. with a very dark complexion, lively features, and whose correct dress, slightly frayed, proclaimed a taste that contrasted strangely with his rather vulgar manners. Without any preamble he said to me, in a rough voice that confirmed my suspicion as to his

social position, "'Monsieur, whilst in a café I picked up a copy of the Gilles-Blah and read your article, it interested me very much.' "'Thank you.' "'And here I am. am." Ah, yes, to talk to you, er. Are all the facts related by you quite correct?

Absolutely so. Well, in that case I can perhaps give you some information. Very well, proceed. No, not yet. First I must be sure that the facts are exactly as you have related them. I've given you my word. What further proof do you want? i must remain alone in this room i do not understand i said with surprise it's an idea that occurred to me when reading your article certain details established an extraordinary coincidence with another case that came under my notice

if i am mistaken i shall say nothing more and the only means of ascertaining the truth is by my remaining in the room alone what was at the bottom of this proposition later i recalled that the man was exceedingly nervous but at the same time although somewhat astonished i found nothing particularly abnormal about the man or the request he had made moreover my curiosity was aroused so i replied very well how much time do you require oh three minutes not longer three minutes from now i will rejoin you i left the room and went downstairs i took out my watch one one minute passed. Two minutes. Why did I feel so depressed? Why did those moments seem so solemn and weird? Two minutes and a half. Two minutes and three quarters. Then I heard a pistol shot. I bounded up the stairs and entered the room. A cry of horror escaped me. In the middle of the room, the man was lying on his left side, motionless. Blood was flowing from a wound in his forehead. near his hand was a revolver still smoking.

But in addition to this frightful spectacle, my attention was attracted by another object. At two feet from the body, upon the floor, I saw a playing card. It was the seven of hearts. I picked it up. The lower extremity of each of the seven spots was pierced with a small round hole. A half hour later the commissary of police arrived. Then the coroner and the chief of the surteé, M. D'Urudeau. I had been careful not to touch the corpse. The preliminary inquiry was very brief and disclosed

nothing. There were no papers in the pockets of the deceased, no name upon his clothes, no initial upon his linen, nothing to give any clue to his identity. The room was in the same perfect order as before. The furniture had not been disturbed. Yet this man had not come to my house solely for the purpose of killing himself, or because he considered my place the convenient one for his suicide. There must have been a motive for his act of despair, and that motive was no doubt the result of some new fact ascertained by him during the three minutes he was alone. What was that fact? What had he seen? What frightful secret had been revealed to him? There was no answer to these questions. But at the last moment an incident occurred that

appeared to us of considerable importance. As two policemen were raising the the body to place it on a stretcher, the left hand thus being disturbed, a crumpled card fell from it. The card bore these words. George Endermatt, 37, Rue de Béry. What did that mean? George Andermat was a rich banker in Paris, the founder and president of the metal exchange, which had given such an impulse to the metallic industries in France. He lived in princely style, was the possessor of numerous automobiles, coaches, and an expensive racing stable. His social affairs were very select, and Madame Andermat was noted for her grace and beauty. Can that be the man's name? I asked.

The chief of the Sorté leaned over him. It is not he. Monsieur Andermat is a thin man and slightly grey. But why this card? Have you a telephone, monsieur? Yes, in the vestibule. Come with me. He looked in the directory and then asked for number 41521. Is Monsieur Andermatt at home? Please tell him that Mr. Duduie wished him to come at once to 102 Boulevard Mayo.

Very important. Twenty minutes later, Monsieur Andermat arrived in his automobile. After the circumstances had been explained to him, he was taken in to see the corpse. He displayed considerable emotion, and spoke in a low tone and apparently unwillingly. Etienne Varan, he said. You know him? No, or at least, yes, by sight only, his brother. Ah, he is a brother. Yes, Alfred Varan. He came to see me once on some matter of business. I forget what it was. Where does he live? The two brothers live together, Rue de Provence, I think.

Do you know any reason why he should commit suicide? None. He held a card in his hand. It was your card with your address. I do not understand that. It must have been there by some chance that will be disclosed by the investigation. A very strange chance, I thought, and I felt that the others entertained the same impression. i discovered the same impression in the papers next day and amongst all my friends with whom i discussed the affair amid the mysteries that enveloped it after the double discovery of the seven of hearts pierced with seven holes after the two inscrutable events that had happened in my house that visiting card promised to throw some light on the affair through it the truth may be revealed but contrary to our expectations m undermat furnished no explanation he said i have told you all i know what more can i do i am greatly surprised that my card should be found in such a place and i sincerely hope the point will be cleared up it was not the official investigation established that the varan brothers were of swiss origin had led a shifting life under various names frequenting gambling resorts associating with a band of foreigners who had been dispersed by the police after a series of robberies in which their participation was established only by the people who had been dispersed by the police after a series of robberies in which their participation was established only by

by their flight. At number 24, Rue de Provence, where the Varenne brothers had lived six years before, no one knew what had become of them. I confess that for my part, the case seemed to me so complicated and so mysterious that I did not think the problem would ever be solved, so I concluded to waste no more time upon it. But Jean d'Aspri, whom I frequently met at that period, became more and more interested in it each day. It was he who pointed out to me that that item from a foreign newspaper which was reproduced and commented upon by the entire press. It was as follows. The first trial of a new model of submarine boat, which is expected to revolutionize naval warfare,

will be given in presence of the former emperor at a place that will be kept secret until the last minute. An indiscretion has revealed its name. It is called the Seven of Hearts. A Seven of Hearts? That presented a... a new problem. Could a connection be established between the name of the submarine and the incidents which we have related? But a connection of what nature? What had happened here could have no possible relation with the submarine? What do you know about it, said D'Aspri to me? The most adverse effects often proceed from the same cause. Two days later, the following foreign news item was received and published. It is said that the plans of the new submarine,

seven of hearts were prepared by French engineers, who, having sought in vain the support of their compatriots subsequently entered into negotiations with the British Admiralty, without success. I do not wish to give undue publicity to certain delicate matters which once provoked considerable excitement. Yet, since all danger of injury therefrom has now come to an end, I must speak of the article that appeared in the Echo de France, which aroused so much comment at that time, time and which threw considerable light upon the mystery of the seven of hearts this is the article as it was published over the signature of salvator the affair of the seven of hearts a corner of the veil raised we will be brief ten years ago a young mining engineer louis lacomb wishing to devote his time and fortune to certain studies resigned his position he then held and rented number one hundred and two boulevard my a small house that had been recently built and decorated for an Italian count.

Through the agency of the Varin brothers of Lausanne, one of whom assisted in the preliminary experiments and the other acted as financial agent, the young engineer was introduced to Georges Endermatt, the founder of the metal exchange. After several interviews, he succeeded in interesting the banker in a submarine boat on which he was working, and it was agreed that as soon as the invention was perfected, Mr. Andermatt would use his influence with the Minister of Marine to obtain a series of trials under the direction of the government. For two years, Louis Lacombe was a frequent visitor at Andarmat's house, and he submitted to the banker the various improvements he made upon his original plans. Until one day, being satisfied with the perfection

of his work, he asked Monsieur Andermat to communicate with the Minister of Marine. That day, Louis Lacombe dined at Monsieur Andermat's house. He left there about half-past eleven at night. He has not been seen since. A perusal of the newspapers of that date will show that the young man's family caused every possible inquiry to be made, but without success.

And it was the general opinion that Louis Lacombe, who was known as an original and visionary youth, had quietly left for parts unknown. Let us accept that theory, improbable though it may be, and let us consider another question, which is a most important one for our country. What has become of the plans of the submarine? Did Louis Lacombe carry them away? Are they destroyed?

After making a thorough investigation, we are able to assert positively that the plans are in existence and are now in the possession of the two brothers Varan. How did they acquire such a possession? That is a question not yet determined, nor, do we know why they have not tried to sell them at an earlier date? Did they fear that their title to them would be called in question? If so, they have lost that fear, and we can announce definitely that the plans of Louis Lacombe are now the property of foreign power, and we are in a position to publish the correspondence that passed between the Varain brothers and the representative

of that power. The Seven of Hearts, invented by Louis Lacombe, has been actually constructed by our neighbor. Will the invention fulfill the optimistic expectations of those who were concerned in that treacherous act? And a postscript adds, later. Our special correspondent informs us that the preliminary trial of the Seven of Hearts has not been satisfactory. It is quite likely that the plans sold and delivered by the Varain brothers did not include the final document carried by Louis Lacombe to Monsieur Andermat on the day of his disappearance, a document that was indispensable to a thorough understanding of the invention. It contained a summary of the final conclusions of the inventor, and estimates and figures not contained in the other papers. Without this document, the plans are

incomplete. On the other hand, without the plans, the document is worthless. Now is the time to act and recover what belongs to us. It may be a difficult. matter, but we rely upon the assistance of Monsieur Andermatt. It will be to his interest to explain his conduct which has hitherto been so strange and inscrutable. He will explain not only why he concealed these facts at the time of the suicide of Etienne Varin, but also why he has never revealed the disappearance of the paper, a fact well known to him. He will tell why, during the last six years, he paid spies to watch the movements of the Varan brothers. We explain from him not only words but acts and at once otherwise the threat was plainly expressed but of what did it consist what whip was salvator the anonymous writer of the article holding over the head of m

an army of reporters that tapped the banker and ten interviewers announced the scornful manner in which they retreated thereupon the echo de france announced its position in these words whether m endermatt is willing or not he will be henceforth our collaborator in the work we have undertaken despri and i were dining together on the day on which that announcement appeared that evening with the newspapers spread over my table we discussed the affair and examined it from every point of view with that exasperation that a person feels when walking in the dark and finding himself constantly falling over the same obstacles suddenly without any warning whatsoever the door opened and a lady entered her face was hidden behind a thick veil i rose at once and approached her is it mew monsieur who lives here she asked yes madame but i do not understand the gate was not locked she explained but the vestibule door she did not reply and it occurred to me that she had used the servant's entrance how did she know the way then there was a silence that was quite embarrassing she looked at despri and i was obliged to introduce him i asked her to be seated and explain the object of her visit she raised her veil and i saw that she was a brunette with regular features and though not handsome she was attractive principally on account of her sad dark eyes i am madame endarmat she said madame endarmat i repeated with astonishment after a brief pause she continued with a voice and manner that were quite easy and natural

i have come to see you about that affair you know i thought i might be able to obtain some information mon dieu madame i know nothing but what has already appeared in the papers but if you will point out in what way i can help you i do not know i do not know not until then did i suspect that her calm demeanour was assumed and that some poignant grief was concealed beneath that air of tranquillity for a moment we were silent and embarrassed then d'espri stepped forward and said will you permit me to ask you a few questions yes yes she cried i will answer you will answer whatever those questions may be yes did you know louis la combe he asked yes through my husband when did you see him for the last time the evening he dined with us at that time was there anything to lead you to believe that you would never see him again no but he had spoken of a trip to russia in a vague way then you expected to see him again yes he was to dine with us two days later how'd you explain his disappearance i cannot explain it and monsieur endermatt i do not know yet the article published in the echo de france indicates yes that the varin brothers had something to do with his disappearance is that your opinion yes on what do you base your opinion when he left our house louis la combe carried a satchel containing all the papers relating to his invention two days later my husband in a conversation with one of the varin brothers learned that the papers were in their possession and he did not denounce them no why not because there was something else in the satchel something besides the papers of louis la combe what was it

she hesitated was on the point of speaking but finally remained silent d'esprit continued i presume that is why your husband has kept a close watch over their movements instead of informing the police He hoped to recover the papers, and at the same time, that compromising article which has enabled the two brothers to hold over him threats of exposure and blackmail. Over him and over me. Oh, over you also! Over me, in particular. She uttered the last words in a hollow voice. Despri observed it, he paced to and fro for a moment, then turning to her asked. had you written to Louis Lacombe?

Of course, my husband had business with him. Apart from those business letters, had you written to Louis Lacombe other letters? Excuse my insistence, but it is absolutely necessary that I should know the truth. Did you write other letters? Yes, she replied, blushing. And those letters came into the possession of the Varain brothers?

Yes. does m endermatt know it he has not seen them but alfred varin has told him of their existence and threatened to publish them if my husband should take any steps against him my husband was afraid of a scandal but he has tried to recover the letters i think so but i do not know you see after that last interview with alfred varin and after some harsh words between me and my husband in which he called me to account we live as strangers in that case as you have nothing to lose what do you fear i may be indifferent to him now but i am the woman that he has loved the one he would still love oh i'm quite sure of that she murmured in a fervent voice he would still love me if he had not got hold of those cursed letters what did he succeed but the two brothers still defied him yes and they boasted of having a secure hiding-place well i believe my husband discovered that hiding-place well i believe my husband has discovered that hiding-place ah where was it here here i cried in alarm yes i always had that suspicion louis laccombe was very ingenious and amused himself in his leisure hours by making safes and locks no doubt the varin brothers were aware of that fact and utilised one of lacom's safes in which to conceal the letters and other things perhaps but they did not live here i said before you came four months ago the house had been

been vacant for some time, and they may have thought that your presence here would not interfere with them when they wanted to get the papers. But they did not count on my husband, who came here on the night of 22 June, forced the safe, took what he was seeking, and left his card to inform the two brothers that he feared them no more, and that their positions were now reversed. Two days later, after reading the article in the Gill Blas, Etienne Varan came here, remained alone in this room, found the safe empty, and killed himself. After a moment, D'Aspri said,

A very simple theory. Has M. D'Dermat spoken to you since then? No. Has his attitude towards you changed in any way? Does he appear more gloomy, more anxious? No, I haven't noticed any change. And yet you think he has secured the letters? Now, in my opinion, he has not got those letters,

and it was not he who came here on. on the night of 22 June. Who was it then? The mysterious individual who is managing this affair, who holds all the threads in his hands, and whose invisible but far-reaching power we have felt from the beginning.

It was he and his friends who entered this house on 22 June. It was he who discovered the hiding-place of the papers. It was he who left Monsieur Andermat's card. It is he who now holds the correspondence and the evidence of the treachery of the vows. brothers who is he i asked impatiently the man who writes the letters to the echo de france salvator have we not convincing evidence of that fact does he not mention in his letters certain details that no one could know except the man who had thus discovered the secrets of the two brothers

"'Well, then,' stammered Madame Andermatt in great alarm. "'He has my letters also, and it is he who now threatens my husband. "'Monsieur, what am I to do?' "'Write to him,' declared Despri. "'Confide in him without reserve. "'Tell him all you know and all you may hereafter learn. "'Your interest and his interest are the same. "'He is not working against Monsieur Andermat.

but against alfred varin help him how has your husband the document that completes the plans of louis la combe yes tell that to salvator and if possible procure the document for him write to him at once you risk nothing the advice was bold dangerous even at first sight but madame andermat had no choice besides as d'aspi had no risk she ran no risk if the advice was bold dangerous even at first sight but madame andermat had no choice besides as d'asprey had said she ran no risk if the the unknown writer were an enemy, that step would not aggravate the situation. If he were a stranger seeking to accomplish a particular purpose, he would attach to those letters only a secondary importance. Whatever might happen, it was the only solution offered to her, and she, in her anxiety, was only too glad to act on it. She thanked us effusively, and promised to keep us informed.

In fact, two days later, she sent us the following letter that she had received from Salvatore. have not found the letters but i will get them rest easy i am watching everything s i looked at the letter it was in the same handwriting as the note i found in my book on the night of twenty-two june esprit was right salvator was indeed the originator of that affair end of chapter six part one chapter six part two of the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burgh This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The extraordinary adventures of Arsen Lupin, gentleman burglar, by Maurice Leblanc. Chapter 6 The Seven of Hearts Part 2 We were beginning to see a little light coming out of the darkness that surrounded us

and an unexpected light was thrown on certain points, but other points yet remained obscure, for instance the finding of the two seven of hearts. Perhaps I was unnecessarily concerned about those two cards whose seven punctured spots had appeared to me under such startling circumstances. Yet I could not refrain from asking myself, what role will they play in the drama? What importance do they bear?

What conclusion must be drawn from the fact that the submarine constructed from the plans of Louis Lacombe bore the name of Seven of Hearts? Despri gave little thought to the other two cards. He devoted all his attention to another problem which he considered more urgent. He was seeking the famous hiding-place. And who knows, said he, I may find the letters that Salvatore did not find, by inadvertence, perhaps. It is improbable that the Varan brothers would have removed from a spot which they deemed inaccessible,

the weapon which was so valuable to them. And he continued the search. In a short time, the large room held no more secrets for him. so he extended his investigations to the other rooms he examined the interior and the exterior the stones of the foundation the bricks and the walls he raised the slates of the roof one day he came with a pickaxe and a spade gave me the spade kept the pickaxe pointed to the adjacent vacant lots and said come i followed him but i lacked his enthusiasm he divided the vacant land into several sections which he examined in turn at last in a corner at the angle formed by the walls of two neighbouring proprietors a small pile of earth and gravel covered with briars and grass attracted his attention he attacked it i was obliged to help him for an hour under a hot sun we labored without success i was discouraged but despri urged me on his ardor was as strong as ever at last despri's pickaxe unearthed some bones the remains of a skeleton to which some scraps of clothing still hung suddenly i turned pale i had discovered sticking in the earth a small piece of iron cut in the foreman the first of the first of the first of the first of the small piece of iron cut in the

form of a rectangle on which I thought I could see red spots. I stooped and picked it up. That little iron plate was the exact size of a playing card, and the red spots, made with red lead, were arranged upon it in a manner similar to the seven of hearts, and each spot was pierced with a round hole similar to the perforations in the two playing cards. Listen, D'espri, I have had enough of this. You can stay if it interests you, but I am going. was that simply the expression of my excited nerves or was it the result of a laborious task executed under a burning sun i know that i trembled as i walked away and that i went to bed where i remained forty-eight hours restless and feverish haunted by skeletons that danced around me and threw their bleeding hearts at my head despri was faithful to me he came to my house every day and remained three or four hours which he spent in the large room ferreting, thumping, tapping. The letters are here in this room, he said from time to time.

They are here. I will stake my life on it. On the morning of the third day I arose, feeble yet, but cured. The substantial breakfast cheered me out. But a letter that I received that afternoon contributed more than anything else to my complete recovery and aroused in me a lively curiosity. This was the letter. Monsieur, the drama, the first act of which transpired on the night of 22 June, is now drawing to a close. Force of circumstances compel me to bring the two principal actors in that drama face to face, and I wish that meeting to take place in your house, if you will be so kind as to give me the use of it for this evening from nine o'clock to eleven. It will be advisable to give your servant leave of absence for the evening, and perhaps you will be so kind as to leave to

the field open to the two adversaries. You will remember that when I visited your house on the night of 22 June, I took excellent care of your property. I feel that I would do you an injustice if I should doubt for one moment your absolute discretion in this affair. Your devoted Salvatore. I was amused at the facetious tone of his letter, and also at the whimsical nature of his request. There was a charming display of confidence and candor in his language. and nothing in the world could have induced me to deceive him or to repay his confidence with ingratitude i gave my servant a theatre ticket and he left the house at eight o'clock a few minutes later despri arrived i showed him the letter well said he well i have left the garden gate unlocked so any one can enter and you are you going away not at all i intend to stay right here but he asks you to go but i am not going i will be discreet but i am resolved to see what takes place ha ha ha ma foi exclaimed despri laughing you are right and i shall stay with you i shouldn't like to miss it

we were interrupted by the sound of the door-bell here already said despri twenty minutes ahead of time incredible i went to the door and ushered in the visitor it was my Madame Andermat. She was faint and nervous, and in a stammering voice she ejaculated. My husband is coming. He has an appointment. They intend to give him the letters. How do you know, I asked. My chance. A message came from my husband while we were at dinner. The servant gave it to me by mistake. My husband grabbed it quickly, but he was too late. I had read it. You read it? Yes. It was something.

like this, at nine o'clock this evening, be at Boulevard-Mayo with the papers connected with the affair, in exchange, the letters. So after dinner I hastened here. Unknown to your husband? Yes. What do you think about it? asked Aspri, turning to me. I think as you do that Monsieur Andermat is one of the invited guests. Yes, but for what purpose? That is what we are going to find out. led the men to a large room. The three of us could hide comfortably behind the velvet chimney-mantle and observe all that should happen in the room. We seated ourselves there with Madame Andermat in the centre. The clock struck nine. A few minutes later, the garden gate creaked upon its hinges. I confess

that I was greatly agitated. I was about to learn the key to the mystery. The startling events of the last few weeks were about to be explained, and under my eyes, the last battle was going to be fought. D'Esprie seized the hand of Madame Andarmat, and said to her, Not a word, not a movement. Whatever you may see or hear, keep quiet. Someone entered. It was Alfred Varan. I recognized him at once, owing to the close resemblance he bore to his brother Etienne. There was the same slouching gait, the same cadaverous face covered with a black beard. He entered with the nervous air of a man. He entered with the nervous air of man who is accustomed to fear the presence of traps and ambushes, who sense and avoids them.

He glanced about the room, and I had the impression that the chimney, masked with a velvet portierre, did not please him. He took three steps in our direction, when something caused him to turn and walk toward the old mosaic king, with the flowing beard and flamboyant sword, which he examined minutely, mounting on a chair and following with his fingers the outlines of the shoulders and head, and feeling certain parts of the face suddenly he leapt from the chair and walked away from it he had heard the sound of approaching footsteps m adermat appeared at the door you you exclaimed the banker was it you who brought me here i by no means protested varin in a rough jerky voice that reminded me of his brother on the contrary it was your letter that brought me here my letter a letter signed by you in which you offered i never wrote to you declared m d'ermatt you did not write to me instinctively varin was put on his guard not against the banker but against the unknown enemy who had drawn him into this trap a second time he looked in our direction then walked toward the door but mmec barred his passage

well where are you going varin there is something about this affair i don't like i am going home good evening one moment no need of that monsieur endarmat i have nothing to say to you but i have something to say to you and this is a good time to say it let me pass no you will not pass varin recoiled before the resolute attitude of the banker as he muttered well then because of the banker as he muttered well then because of the quick about it. One thing astonished me, and I have no doubt my two companions experienced a similar feeling. Why was Salvaton not there? Was he not a necessary party at this conference? Or was he satisfied to let these two adversaries fight it out between themselves? At all events, his absence was a great disappointment, although it did not detract from the dramatic strength of the situation. After a moment, Mr. And Armat approached Varan, and face to face, eye to eye, said, Now after all these years, and when you have nothing more to fear, you can answer me candidly,

What have you done with Louis Lacomb? What a question, as if I knew anything about him. You do know, you and your brother were his constant companions, almost lived with him in this very house. You knew all about his plans in his work, and the last night I ever saw. saw Louis Lacombe, when I parted with him at my door, I saw two men slinking away in the shadows of the trees. That I am ready to swear to. Well, what has that to do with me? The two men were you and your brother. Prove it. The best proof is that two days later, you yourself showed me the papers and the plans that belonged to La Combe and offered to sell them. How did these papers come into your possession? I have already told you, you, yourself, showed me the papers and the plans that belonged to La Combe and offered to sell them. How did these papers come into your possession? I have already told you. I have already told you. I have already told you you, Monsieur Andermat, that we found them on Louis Lacombe's table the morning after his disappearance. That is a lie.

Prove it! The law will prove it. Why did you not appeal to the law? Why? Why? Stammered the banker with a slight display of emotion. You know very well, Monsieur Andermat, if you had the least certainty of our guilt, our little threat would not have stopped you. What threat? Those letters? Do you suppose I ever gave those letters a moment's thought?

If you did not care for the letters, why did you offer me thousands of francs for their return? And why did you have my brother and me trapped like wild beasts? To recover the plans. Nonsense, you wanted the letters. You knew that as soon as you had the letters in your possession, you could denounce us. "'Ha, ha, ha, ha, oh, no, I couldn't part with them.' He laughed hardly, but stopped suddenly, and said, "'But enough of this. We are merely going over old ground. We make no headway. We had better

let things stand as they are.' "'We will not let them stand as they are,' said the banker. "'And since you have referred to the letters, let me tell you that you will not leave this house until you deliver up those letters.' "'I shall go when I please.' you will not be careful m undermatt i warn you i say you shall not go we will see about that cried varin in such a rage that madame andermat could not suppress a cry of fear varin must have heard it for he now tried to force his way out m undermatt pushed him back then i saw him put his hand into his coat pocket for the last time let me pass he cried the letters first varin drew a revolver and pointing it at m d'aundermat said yes or no

the banker stooped quickly there was the sound of a pistol shot the weapon fell from varin's hand i was amazed the shot was fired close to me it was despri who had fired it at varin causing him to drop the revolver in a moment despri was standing between the two men facing varin he said to him with a sneer you were lucky my friend very lucky i fired at your hand and struck only the revolver both of them looked at him surprised then he turned to the banker and said i beg your pardon monsieur for meddling in your business but really you play a very poor game let me hold the cards turning again to varan d'estprey said it's between us too comrade and play fair if you please hearts are trunks and i play the seven then d'espri held up before varin's bewildered eyes the little iron plate marked with the seven red spots it was a terrible shock to varin with livid features staring eyes and an air of intense agony the man seemed to be hypnotized at the sight of it He gasped. One who meddles in other people's business, down to the very bottom. What do you want?

What you brought here to-night? I brought nothing. Yes, you did, or you wouldn't have come. This morning you received an invitation to come here at nine o'clock and bring with you all the papers held by you. You are here. Where are the papers? There was in Desprey's voice and manner,

a tone of authority that I did. not understand. His manner was usually quite mild and conciliatory. Absolutely conquered, Varin placed his hand on one of his pockets, and said, The papers are here. All of them? Yes. All that you took from Louis Lacombe, and afterward sold to Major von Lieben? Yes. Are these the copies, or the originals? I have the originals. How much do you want for them? hundred thousand francs. You are crazy, said Desprey.

Why, the Major gave you only twenty thousand, and that was like money thrown into the sea, as the boat was a failure at the preliminary trials. They didn't understand the plans. The plans are not complete. Then why do you ask me for them? Because I want them. I offer you five thousand francs, not a sue more. Ten thousand, not a sue less.

Agreed, said Despri, who now turned to Monsieur Andermat and said, Monsieur will kindly sign a check for the amount. But I haven't got your check-book. Here it is. Astounded, Monsieur Andermat examined the cheque-book that Desperie handed to him. It is mine, he gasped. How does that happen? No idle words, monsieur, if you please.

You have merely to sign. The banker took out his fountain-pen, filled a out the check and signed it. Varin held out his hand for it. Put down your hand, said Desbris. There is something more. Then to the banker, he said, you asked for some letters, did you not? Yes, a package of letters. Where are they, Varan? I haven't got them. Where are they, Varan? I don't know. My brother had charge of them. They are hidden in this room. In that case, you know where they are. How is? How is it? How is? should I know? Was it not you who found the hiding-place? You appear to be as well-informed

as Salvatore. The letters are not in the hiding-place. They are. Open it. Varan looked at him, defiantly, were not Despri and Salvatore the same person. Everything pointed to that conclusion. If so, Varan risk nothing in disclosing a hiding-place already known. Open it. And it, repeated Desbris. I have not got the seven of hearts. Yes, here it is, said Desbris, handing him the iron plate. Varan recoiled in terror and cried, No, no, I will not!

Never mind, replied Desbris, as he walked toward the bearded king, climbed on a chair, and applied the seven of hearts to the lower part of the sword in such a manner that the edges of the iron plate coincided exactly with the two edges, of the sword. Then, with the assistance of an all which he introduced alternately into each of the seven holes, he pressed upon seven of the little mosaic stones. As he pressed upon the seventh one,

a clicking sound was heard, and the entire bust of the king turned upon a pivot, disclosing a large opening lined with steel. It was really a fire-proof safe. You can see, Varan, the safe is empty. So I see. Then my brother. Then my beret. brother has taken out the letters. D'Asprie stepped down from the chair, approached Varin, said, Now no more nonsense with me. There is another hiding place. Where is it?

There is none. Is it money you want? How much? Ten thousand. Mr. Andermatt, are those letters worth ten thousand francs to you? Yes, said the banker firmly. Varain closed the safe, took the safe, took the the seven of hearts and placed it again on the sword at the same spot.

He thrust the all into each of the seven holes. There was the same clicking sound, but this time, strange to relate, it was only a portion of the safe that revolved on the pivot, disclosing quite a small safe that was built within the door of the larger one. The packet of letters was here, tied with a tape and sealed. Varin handed the packet to Desbris. The latter turned to the banker and asked, is a cheque ready monsieur endermatt yes and you have also the last document that you received from louis la combe the one that completes the plans of the submarine yes

the exchange was made despri pocketed the document on the cheques and offered the packet of letters to monsieur and dermat this is what you wanted monsieur the banker hesitated a moment as if he were afraid to touch those cursed letters that he had sought so eagerly then with a nervous movement he took them. Close to me I heard of moan. I grasped Madame Andermatt's hand. It was cold. I believe, Monsieur, said Desprit to the banker, that our business is ended. Oh, no thanks.

It was only by a mere chance that I have been able to do you a good turn. Good night. Monsieur Andermat retired. He carried with him the letters written by his wife to Louis Lacombe. marvellous exclaimed despri delighted everything is coming our way now we have only to close our little affair comrade you have the papers here they are all of them d'esprit examined them carefully and then placed them in his pocket quite right you have kept your word he said but-but what the two cheques the money said varan eagerly well you have a great deal of assurance

my man. How dare you ask such a thing? I ask only what is due to me. Can you ask pay for returning papers that you stole? Well, I think not. Varin was beside himself. He trembled with rage. His eyes were bloodshot. The money! The twenty thousand, he stammered. Impossible. I needed myself. The money! Come be reasonable. and don't get excited. It won't do you any good. Despri seized his arms so forcibly that Varan uttered a cry of pain. Despri continued, Now you can go. The air will do you good. Perhaps you want me to show you the way.

Ah, yes, we will go together to the vacant lot near here, and I will show you a little mound of earth and stones, and under it. That is false! That is false! Oh, no, it is true. little iron plate with the seven spots on it came from there. Louis Lacombe always carried it, and you buried it with the body, and with some other things that will prove very interesting to a judge and jury. Varin covered his face with his hands and muttered, All right, I am beaten. Say no more, but I want to ask you one question. I should like to know,

what is it? Was there a, was there a little casket in the large safe? Yes? Was it there on the night of 22 June? Yes? What did it contain? Everything that the Varin brothers had put in it. A very pretty collection of diamonds and pearls picked up here and there by the said brothers. And did you take it? Of course I did. Do you blame me? I understand. It was the disappearance of that casket that caused my brother. brother to kill himself. Probably. The disappearance of your correspondence was not a sufficient motive, but the disappearance of the casket. Is that all you wish to ask me? One thing more. Your name? You ask that with an idea of seeking revenge. Parbleu. The tables may be turned. Today you are

on top. Tomorrow. It will be you. I hope so. Your name? arson lupin arson lupin the man staggered as though stunned by a heavy blow those two words had deprived him of all hope d'esprit laughed and said ah ha ha ha ha ha ha did you imagine that a monsieur durin or dupon could manage an affair like this no it required the skill and cunning of arcel lupin now that you have my name go and prepare your revenge revenge, Arsan Le Pen will wait for you. Then he pushed the bewildered Varin through the door. Despri! Desprit! I cried, pushing aside the curtain. He ran to me. What? What's the matter? Madame Andermat is ill. He hastened to her, caused her to inhale some salts, and while caring for her, questioned me. Well, what did it? The letters of Louis Lacan that you gave to her husband. He struck his face. He struck his

forehead and said, Did she think that I could do such a thing? But of course she would. Imbecile that I am. Madame Andermat was now revived. Despri took from his pocket a small package exactly similar to the one that Monsieur Andermat had carried away. Here are your letters, madame.

These are the genuine letters. But the others? The others are the same, rewritten by me and carefully worded. your husband will not find anything objectionable in them, and will never suspect the substitution since they were taken from the safe in his presence. But the handwriting—there is no handwriting that cannot be imitated. She thanked him in the same words she might have used to a man in her own social circle,

so I concluded that she had not witnessed the final scene between Varan and Arsene Lupin. But the surprising revelation caused me considerable embarrassing. my club companion was none other than arson lupin i could not realize it but he said quite at his ease you can say farewell to jean d'espri ah yes jean d'esprit is going on a long journey i shall send him to morocco there he may find a death worthy of him i may say that that is his expectation but arson lupin will remain oh decidedly arson lupin is simply at the threshold of his career and he expects i was impelled by curiosity to interrupt him and leading him away from the hearing of madame andermatt i asked did you discover the smaller save yourself the one that held the letters yes after a great deal of trouble i found it yesterday afternoon while you were asleep and yet god knows it was simple enough but the simplest things are the ones that usually escape our notice then showing me the seven of hearts he added of course i had guessed it in order to open the larger safe this card must be placed on the sword of the mosaic king how did you guess that quite easily through private information i knew that fact when i came here on the evening of twenty-two june after you left me yes after turning the subject of our conversation to stories of crime and robbery which were sure to reduce you to such a nervous condition that you would not leave your bed but would allow me to complete my search uninterrupted

the scheme worked perfectly well i knew when i came here that there was a casket concealed in a safe with a secret lock and that the seven of hearts was the key to that lock i had merely to place the card upon the spot that was obviously intended for it an hour's examination showed me where the spot was one hour observe the fellow in mosaic the old emperor that old emperor is an exact representation of the king of hearts on all playing cards that's right but how does the seven of hearts open the larger safe at one time and the smaller safe at another time and why did you open only the larger safe in the first instance i mean on the night of twenty-two june why because i always placed the seven of hearts in the same way i never changed the position but yesterday i observed that by reversing the card by turning it upside down the arrangement of the seven spots on the mosaic was changed of course parbleu but a person has to think of those things there is something else you did not know the history of those letters until madame spoke of them before me no because i found in the safe besides the casket nothing but the correspondence of the two brothers which disclosed their treachery in regard to the plans then it was by chance that you were led first to investigate the history of the two brothers and then to search for the plans and documents relating to the submarine simply by chance for what purpose did you make the search "'Hoh, oh, jeaned Asprey, laughing.

"'How deeply interested you are! "'The subject fascinates me. "'Very well. "'Presently, after I have escorted Madame Andermatt to a carriage "'and dispatched a short story to the Echo de France, "'I will return and tell you all about it.' "'He sat down and wrote one of those short, "'clear-cut articles which served to amuse and mystify the public.

"'Who does not recall the sensation that followed that article produced throughout the entire world. Arcelain Lepin has solved the problem recently submitted by Salvatore. Having acquired possession of all the documents and original plans of the engineer Louis Lacombe, he has placed them in the hands of the Minister of Marine, and he has headed a subscription list for the purpose of presenting to the nation the first submarine constructed from those plans. His subscription is 20,000 francs.

twenty thousand francs the checks of m undermard i exclaimed when he had given me the paper to read exactly it was quite right that varan should redeem his treachery and that is how i made the acquaintance of arson lupin that is how i learned that jean d'aspri a member of my club was none other than arsene lupin gentleman thief that is how i formed very agreeable ties of friendship with that famous man, and thanks to the confidence with which he honored me how I became his very humble and faithful historiographer. End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7 of the extraordinary adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglour, by Maurice Leblanc. Chapter 7. Madame Inbert's safe. at three o'clock in the morning there were still half a dozen carriages in front of one of those small houses which form only the side of the boulevard berthier the door of that house opened and a number of guests male and female emerged the majority of them entered their carriages and were quickly driven away leaving behind only two men who walked down corsel where they parted as one of them lived in that street the other decided to return on foot as far as the poxel

my yot it was a beautiful winter's night clear and cold a night on which a brisk walk is agreeable and refreshing but at the end of a few minutes he had the disagreeable impression that he was being followed turning around he saw a man skulking amongst the trees he was not a coward yet he felt it advisable to increase his speed then his pursuer commenced to run and he deemed it prudent to draw his revolver and face him but he had no time the man rushed at him and attacked him violently immediately they were engaged in a desperate struggle wherein he felt that his unknown assailant had the advantage he called for help struggled and was thrown down on a pile of gravel seized by the throat and gagged with a handkerchief that his assailant forced into his mouth his eyes closed and the man who was smothering him with his weight arose to defend himself against an unexpected attack a blow from a cane and a kick from a boot the man uttered two cries of pain and fled limping and cursing without deigning to pursue the fugitive the new arrival stooped over the prostrate man and inquired are you hurt monsieur he was not injured but he was dazed and unable to stand his rescuer procured a carriage placed him in it and accompanied him to his house on the avenue de la grande d'armes on his arrival there quite recovered he overwhelmed his saviour with thanks i owe you my life monsieur and i shall not forget it i do not wish to alarm my wife at this time of night but to-morrow she will be pleased to thank you personally come and breakfast with us my name is ludovitch imber may i ask yours certainly monsieur and he handed m bierre a card bearing the name arson lupin at that time arson lupin did not enjoy the celebrity

which the Karenne affair, his escape from the prison de la Santé, and other brilliant exploits afterwards gained for him. He had not even used the name of Arsene Lupin. The name was specially invented to designate the rescuer of Monsieur Inbert. That is to say, it was in that affair that Arsene Lupen was baptized. Fully armed and ready for the fray, it is true, but lacking the resources and authority which command success, Arsene Le Pen was then merely an apprentice in a profession wherein he soon became a master. With what a thrill of joy he recalled the invitation he received that night.

At last he had reached his goal. At last he had undertaken a task worthy of his strength and skill. The Inbert millions! What a magnificent feast for an appetite like his! He prepared a special toilet for that occasion, a shabby frock-coat, baggy trousers, a frayed silk hat, well-worn collar and cuffs, all quite correct in front.

form, but bearing the unmistakable stamp of poverty. His cravat was a black ribbon pinned with a false diamond. Thus accoutred, he descended the stairs of the house in which he lived at Montmartre. At the third floor, without stopping, he wrapped on a closed door with the head of his cane. He walked to the exterior boulevards. A tram car was passing. He boarded it, and someone who had been following him took a seat beside him. It was the lodger who occupied the room on the third floor. A moment later, this man said to Le Pen, Well, governor, well, it is all fixed. How? I am going there to breakfast. You breakfast? There? Certainly. Why not? I rescued Mr. Ludovich-Imbard from certain death

at your hands. Mr. Inbar is not devoid of gratitude. He invited me to breakfast. There was a brief silence. Then the other said, but you are not going to throw up the scheme. My dear boy, said Lepin, when I arranged that little case of assault and battery, when I took the trouble at three o'clock in the morning to wrap you with my cane and tap you with my boot at the risk of injuring my only friend, it was not my intention to forego the advantages to be gained from a rescue so well-arranged and executed. Oh, no, not at all.

But the strange rumours we hear about their fortune. Never mind about that. For six months I have worked on this affair, investigated it, studied it, questioned the servants, the money-lenders, and men of straw. For six months I have shadowed the husband and wife. Consequently, I know what I am talking about. Whether the fortune came to them from Old Brafford, as they pretend, or from some other source, I do not care, I know that it is a reality, that it exists, and someday it will be mine. one hundred millions let us say ten or even five that is enough they have a safe full of bonds and there will be the devil to pay if i can't get my hands on them the tram-car stopped at the place de l'etraille the man whispered to le pan what am i to do now nothing at present you will hear from me there is no hurry five minutes later arson lupin was ascending the magnificent flight of stairs in the imber mansion and m enbert introduced him to his wife madame jervais enbeer was a short plump woman and very talkative she gave lupin a cordial welcome i desert that we should be alone to entertain our saviour she said from the outset they treated our saviour as an old and valued friend by the time dessert was served their friendship was well cemented and private confidences were being exchanged arson related the story of his life the life of his father as a magistrate the sorrows of his childhood and his present difficulties gervais in turn spoke of her youth her marriage the kindness of the aged brafford the hundred millions that she had inherited, the obstacles that prevented her from obtaining

the enjoyment of her inheritance, the money she had been obliged to borrow at an exorbitant rate of interest, her endless contentions with Crawford's nephews, and the litigation, the injunctions, in fact, everything. Just think of it, Monsieur Lupin. The bonds are there in my husband's office, and if we detach a single coupon, we lose everything. They are there in our safe, and we dare not. touch them. Mr. LuPin shivered at the bare idea of his proximity to so much wealth. Yet he felt quite certain that Mr. Lupin would never suffer from the same difficulty as his fair hostess, who declared she dare not touch the money. Ah, they are there, he repeated to himself.

They are there. A friendship formed under such circumstances soon led to closer relations. When discreetly questioned, Arsene Lupin confessed. his poverty and distress. Immediately the unfortunate young man was appointed private secretary to the Inbert's, husband and wife, at a salary of one hundred francs a month. He was to come to the house every day and receive orders for his work, and a room on the second floor was set apart as his office. This room was directly over Monsieur Inbert's office. Arsend soon realized that his position as secretary was essentially a sinecure. During the first two months he had only

four important letters to recopy and was called only once to m inver's office consequently he had only one opportunity to contemplate officially the imbert safe moreover he noticed that the secretary was not invited to the social functions of the employer but he did not complain as he preferred to remain modestly in the shade and maintain his peace and freedom however he was not wasting any time from the beginning he made clandestine visits to m's and paid his respects to the safe which was hermetically closed it was an immense block of iron and steel cold and stern in appearance which could not be forced open by the ordinary tools of the burglar's trade but arson lupin was not discouraged where force fails cunning prevails he said to himself the essential thing is to be on the spot when the opportunity occurs in the meantime i must watch and wait he made immediately some preliminary preparations after careful soundings made upon the floor of his room he introduced a lead pipe which penetrated the ceiling of m bhaer's office at a point between the two screeds of the cornice by means of this pipe he hoped to see and hear what transpired in the room below henceforth he passed his days stretched at full length upon the floor he frequently saw the embers holding a consultation in front of the safe investigating books books and papers. When they turned the combination lock, he tried to learn the figures and the number of turns they made to the right and left. He watched their movements. He sought to catch their words.

There was also a key necessary to complete the opening of the safe. What did they do with it? Did they hide it? One day he saw them leave the room without locking the safe. He descended the stairs quickly and boldly entered the room. But they had returned. Oh, excuse me, he said. I made a mistake in the door. Come in, Monsieur Le Pen, come in, cried Madame Inbert. Are you not at home here? We want your advice.

What bonds should we sell? The foreign securities or the government annuities. But the injunction, said Le Pen with surprise. Oh, it doesn't cover all the bonds. She opened the door of the safe and withdrew a package of bonds, but her husband protested. No, no, Gervais. It would be foolish to sell the bonds.

the foreign bonds. They are going up, whilst the annuities are as high as they ever will be. What do you think, my dear friend? The dear friend had no opinion, yet he advised the sacrifice of the annuities. Then she withdrew another package, and from it she took a paper at random. It proved to be a three percent annuity worth two thousand francs. Ludovitch placed the package of bonds in his pocket. That afternoon, accompanied by his secretary, he sold the annuities to a stockbroker and realized forty-six thousand francs. Whatever Madame Inbert might have said about it, Arcein Lupin did not feel at home in the Inber house.

On the contrary, his position there was a peculiar one. He learned that the servants did not even know his name. They called him monsieur. Ludovic always spoke of him in the same way. You will tell monsieur, has monsieur arrived? Why that mysterious appellation? moreover after their first outburst of enthusiasm the Inbert seldom spoke to him and although treating him with the consideration due to a benefactor they gave him little or no attention they appeared to regard him as an eccentric character who did not like to be disturbed and they respected his isolation as if it were a stringent rule on his part on one occasion while passing through the vestibule he heard madame enver say to the two gentlemen he is such a barbarian

very well he said to himself i am a barbarian and without seeking to solve the question of their strange conduct he proceeded with the execution of his own plans yet decided that he could not depend on chance nor in the negligence of madame enabre who carried the key of the safe and who unlocking the safe invariably scattered the letters forming the combination of the lock consequently he must act for himself finally an incident precipitated matters it was the vehement campaign instituted against the imbours by certain newspapers that accused the imbours of swindling arson du pan was present at certain family conferences when this new vicissitude was discussed he decided that if he waited much longer he would lose everything during the next five days instead of leaving the house about six o'clock according to his usual habit he locked himself in his room it was supposed that he had gone out but he was lying on the floor surveying the office of m bhaenbert during those five evenings the favourable opportunity that he awaited did not take place he left the house about midnight by a side door to which he held the key but on the sixth day he learned that the imbars actuated by the malevolent insinuations of their enemies proposed to make an inventory of the contents of the safe they will do it to-night thought lupin and truly after dinner einbein his wife retired to the office and commenced to examine the books of account and the securities contained in the safe thus one hour after another passed away he heard the servants go upstairs to their rooms no one now remained on the first floor midnight the imbers were still at work i must get to work murmured le pan he opened his window it opened on a court outside everything

was dark and quiet. He took from his desk a knotted rope, fastened it to the balcony in front of his window, and quietly descended as far as the window below, which was that of the E. Bavre's office. He stood upon the balcony for a moment, motionless, with a tent of ear and watchful eye, but the heavy curtains effectually concealed the interior of the room. He cautiously pushed on the double window. If no one had examined it, it ought to yield to the slightest pressure, for during the afternoon he had so fixed the bolt that it would not enter the staple. The window yielded to his touch. Then, with infinite care, he pushed it open sufficiently to admit his head. He parted the curtains a few inches, looked in and saw Monsieur Inbert and his wife, sitting in front of the safe,

deeply absorbed in their work, and speaking softly to each other at rare intervals. He calculated the distance between him and them, considered the exact movements he would require to make in order to them one after the other before they could call for help, and he was about to rush upon them when Madame M'Ebert said, Oh, the room is getting quite cold. I'm going to bed, and you, my dear? I shall stay and finish. Finish? Why, that will take you all night? Not at all, an hour at the most. She retired. Twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed. Arsene pushed the window a little farther open. The curtains shook. He pushed once more. more. Monsieur Inbert turned, and seeing the curtains blown by the wind, he rose to close the window.

There was not a cry, not the trace of struggle. With a few precise movements, and without causing him the least injury, Arcein stunned him, wrapped the curtain about his head, bound him hand and foot, and did it all in such a manner that Monsieur Inbert had no opportunity to recognize his assailant. Quickly he approached the safe, seized two packages that he placed under his arm, left the office and opened the servant's gate. A carriage was stationed in the street. Take that first, and follow me, he said to the coachman. He returned to the office, and in two trips they emptied the safe. Then Arsene went to his own room, removed the rope and all other traces of his clandestine work. A few hours later, Arsene Lupin and his assistant

examined the stolen goods. Lupin was not disappointed, as he had foreseen that the wealth of the imboughs had been greatly exaggerated. it did not consist of hundreds of millions, nor even tens of millions. Yet it amounted to a very respectable sum, and Dupin expressed his satisfaction. Of course, he said, there will be a considerable loss when we come to sell the bonds, as we will have to dispose of them surreptitiously at reduced prices. In the meantime, they will rest quietly in my desk, awaiting a propitious moment. Arsaint saw no reason why he should not go to the Inverhouse the next day, but a perusal of the morning papers revealed this startling fact. Ludovic and Gervais-Ir had disappeared.

When the officers of the law seized the safe and opened it, they found there what Arcein Lupin had left. Nothing. Such are the facts, and I learned the sequel to them one day when Arcelle Lupin was in a confidential mood. He was pacing to and fro in my room with a nervous step and a feverish eye that were unusual to him. After all, I said, I said, and I said, and I was, said to him, it was your most successful venture. Without making a direct reply, he said, There are some impenetrable secrets connected with that affair, some obscure points that escaped my comprehension. For instance, what caused their flight? Why did they not take advantage of the help I unconsciously gave them? It would have been so simple to say, the hundred millions were in

the safe. They are no longer there, because they have been stolen. They lost their nerve. Yes. That is it. They lost their nerve. On the other hand, it is true. What is true? Oh, nothing. What was the meaning of Lupin's reticence? It was quite obvious that he had not told me everything. There was something he was loath to tell. His conduct puzzled me. It must indeed be a very serious matter to cause such a man as Arsene Lupin, even a momentary hesitation. I threw out a few questions at random. Have you seen them since? No. And have you never experienced the slightest degree of pity for those unfortunate people? I? he exclaimed with a start. His sudden excitement astonished me, and I touched him on a sore spot. I continued.

Of course, if you had not left them alone, they might have been able to face the danger, or at least made their escape with full pockets. What do you mean? mean, he said indignantly. I suppose you have an idea that my soul should be filled with remorse. Call it remorse or regrets, anything you like. They are not worth it. Have you no regrets or remorse for having stolen their fortune? What fortune?

The packages of bonds you took from their save. Oh, I stole their bonds, did I? I deprived them of a portion of their wealth. Is that my crime? My dear boy, you do not know the truth. You never imagined that those bonds were not worth the paper they were written on. Those bonds were false. They were counterfeit.

Every one of them. Do you understand? They were counterfeit. I looked at him astounded. Counterfeit? The four or five millions? Yes, counterfeit, he exclaimed in a fit of rage. Only so many scraps of paper.

I couldn't have raised a sue on the whole of them. And you ask me if I have any remorse. They are the ones who should have remorse and pity. They played me for a simpleton, and I fell into their trap. I was their latest victim, their most stupid gull. He was affected by genuine anger, the result of malice and wounded pride. He continued, from start to finish I got the worst of it. Do you know the part I played in that affair, or rather the part they made me play?

That of André Brafford. Yes, my dear boy, that is the truth, and I... I never suspected it. It was not until afterwards on reading the newspapers that the light finally dawned in my stupid brain. Whilst I was posing as his saviour, as the gentleman who had risked his life to rescue Monsieur Inbert from the clutches of an assassin, they were passing me off as Brofford. Wasn't that splendid? That eccentric individual who had a room on the second floor, that barbarian that was exhibited only at a distance, was Brofford, and Brofford was I. thanks to me and to the confidence that I inspired under the name of Brafford,

they were enabled to borrow money from the bankers and other money-lenders. What an experience for a novice, and I swear to you that I shall profit by the lesson. He stopped, seized my arm, and said to me in a tone of exasperation, My dear fellow, at this very moment, Gervais-in-Barre owes me fifteen hundred francs. I could not refrain from laughter, his raise. was so grotesque he was making a mountain out of a mole hill in a moment he laughed himself and said yes my boy fifteen hundred francs you must know that i had not received one sue of my promised salary and more than that she had borrowed from me the sum of fifteen hundred francs all my youthful savings and you know why to devote the money to charity i'm giving you a straight story she wanted it for some poor people she was assisting unknown to her husband husband, and my hard-earned money was wormed out of me by that silly pretense. Isn't it amusing, eh? Arcen Le Pen done out of fifteen hundred francs by the fair lady from whom he stole four

millions in counterfeit bonds. What a vast amount of time and patience and cunning I expended to achieve that result. It was the first time in my life that I was played for a fool, and I frankly confessed that I was fooled that time to the Queen's taste. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of the Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar by Maurice Leblanc. Chapter 8. The Black Pearl

A violent ringing of the bell awakened the concierge of number nine, Avenue Osh. She pulled the doorstring, grumbling. I thought everybody was. was in. It must be three o'clock. Perhaps it is someone for the doctor, muttered her husband. Third floor left, but the doctor won't go out at night. He must go to-night. The visitor entered the vestibule, ascended to the first floor, the second, the third, and without stopping at the doctor's door, he continued to the fifth floor. There he tried two keys. One of them fitted the lock. ah good he muttered that simplifies the business wonderfully but before i commence work i had better arranged for my retreat let me see have i had sufficient time to rouse the doctor and be dismissed by him not yet a few minutes more

at the end of ten minutes he descended the stairs grumbling noisily about the doctor the concierge opened the door for him and heard it click behind him but the door did not lock, as the man had quickly inserted a piece of iron in the lock in such a manner that the bolt could not enter. Then, quietly, he entered the house again, unknown to the concierge. In case of alarm, his retreat was assured. Noiselessly, he ascended to the fifth floor once more. In the ante-chamber, by the light of his electric lantern, he placed his hat and overcoat on one of the chairs, took a seat on another, and covered his heavy shoes with felt something. slippers. Oof, here I am, and how simple it was.

I wonder why more people do not adopt the profitable and pleasant occupation of burglar. With a little care and reflection it becomes a most delightful profession. Not too quiet and monotonous, of course, as it would then become wearisome. He unfolded a detailed plan of the apartment. Let me commence by locating myself. Here I see the vestibule in which I am sitting. On the street front, the drawing-room, the boudoir and dining-room.

Useless to waste any time there, as it appears that the Countess has a deplorable taste. Not a biblo of any value. Now let's get down to business. Ah, here is a corridor. It must lead to the bedchambers. At a distance of three metres I should come to the door of the wardrobe closet which connects with the Chamber of the Countess. He folded his plan, extinguished his lantern, and proceeded down the corridor, counting his distance thus. One meter, two meters, three meters. Here is the door. Oh, dear, how easy it is.

Only a small, simple bolt now separates me from the chamber, and I know that the bolt is located exactly one meter, forty-three centimeters, from the floor, so that, thanks to a small incision I'm about to make, I can soon get rid of the bolt. He drew from his pocket the necessary instruments. Then the following idea occurred to him. Suppose by chance the door is not bolted. I will try it first.

He turned the knob and the door opened. My brave Lupin surely fortune favors you. What's to be done now? You know the situation of the rooms. You know the place in which the countess hides the black pearl. Therefore, in order to secure the... the black pearl, you have simply to be more silent than silence, more invisible than darkness itself. Arcein Le Pen was employed fully a half hour in opening the second door, a glass door

that led to the countess's bedchamber, but he accomplished it with so much skill and precaution that even had the countess been awake, she would not have heard the slightest sound. According to the plan of the rooms that he holds, he has merely to pass around a reclining chair and beyond that, a small table close to the bed. On the table there was a box of letter-paper, and the black pearl was concealed in that box. He stooped and crept cautiously over the carpet, following the outlines of the reclining chair. When he reached the extremity of it, he stopped in order to repress the throbbing of his heart. Although he was not moved by any sense of fear, he found it impossible to overcome the nervous anxiety that one usually feels in the midst of profound sight.

silence. That circumstance astonished him because he had passed through many more solemn moments without the slightest trace of emotion. No danger threatened him. Then why did his heart throb like an alarm bell? Was it that sleeping woman who affected him? Was it the proximity of another pulsating heart? He listened and thought he could discern the rhythmical breathing of a person asleep. It gave him confidence like the presence of a friend. He's sought and found the arm-chair, then by slow, cautious movements, advanced toward the table, feeling ahead of him with outstretched arm. His right had touched one of the feet of the table. Ah, now he had simply to rise, take the pearl, and escape. That was fortunate, as his heart was

leaping in his breast like a wild beast, and made so much noise that he feared it would waken the countess. By a powerful effort of the will, he subdued, he subdued, and he subdued, and he subdued, the wild throbbing of his heart, and was about to rise from the floor when his left hand encountered lying on the floor, an object which he recognized as a candlestick, an overturned candlestick. A moment later his hand encountered another object, a clock, one of those small traveling clocks covered with leather. Well, what had happened? He could not understand.

That candlestick, that clock. were those articles not in their accustomed places? Oh, what had happened in the dread silence of the night? Suddenly a cry escaped him. He had touched, oh, some strange, unutterable thing. No, no, he thought, it cannot be. It is some fancy of my excited brain. For twenty seconds, thirty seconds, he remained motionless, terrified.

His forehead bathed with perspiration, and his fingers still retained the sensation of that dreadful contact. Making a desperate effort, he ventured to extend his arm again. Once more his hand encountered that strange, unutterable thing. He felt it. He must feel it and find out what it is. He found that it was hair, human hair, and a human face. And that face was cold, almost ice. however frightful the circumstances may be a man like arson lupin controls himself and commands the situation as soon as he learns what it is so arson lupin quickly brought his lantern into use a woman was lying before him covered with blood her neck and shoulders were covered with gaping wounds he leaned over her and made a closer examination she was dead dead dead he repeated with a bewildered air he stared at those fixed eyes that grim mouth that livid flesh and that blood all that blood which had flowed over the carpet and congealed there in thick black spots he arose and turned on the electric lights then he beheld all the marks of a desperate struggle the bed was in a state of great disorder on the floor the door, the candlestick, and the clock, with the hands pointing to twenty minutes after eleven.

Then, further away, an overturned chair, and everywhere there was blood, spots of blood, and pools of blood. And the black pearl? He murmured. The box of letter-paper was in its place. He opened it eagerly. The jewel-case was there, but it was empty. He muttered.

You boasted of your good fore-er. much too soon, my friend Lupin. With the Countess lying cold and dead, and the black pearl vanished, the situation is anything but pleasant. Get out of here as soon as you can, or you may get into serious trouble. Yet he did not move. Get out of here? Yes, of course.

Any person would, except Arsene Lupin. He has something better to do. Now to proceed in an orderly way. At all events, you have a clear crime. conscience. Let us suppose that you are the commissary of police, and that you are proceeding to make an inquiry concerning this affair. Yes, but in order to do that, I require a clearer rain. Mine is muddle like a ragu. He tumbled into an armchair, with his clenched hands, prostigates to his burning forehead. The murder of the Avenue Osh is one of those which have

recently surprised and puzzled the Parisian public, and certainly I should never have mentioned the affair if the veil of mystery had not been removed by arson lupin himself no one knew the exact truth of the case who did not know from having met her in the bois the fair leotin the once famous cantatrice wife and widow of the count dandio the zalti whose luxury dazzled all paris some twenty years ago the zalti who acquired a european reputation for the magnificence of her diamonds and pearls It was said that she wore upon her shoulders the capital of several banking houses and the gold mines of numerous Australian companies. Skillful jewelers worked for Zalti as they had formerly wrought for kings and queens. And who does not remember the catastrophe in which all that wealth was swallowed up? Of all that marvelous collection, nothing remained except the famous black pearl. The black pearl, that is to say a fortune if she had wished to part of her.

with it. But she preferred to keep it, to live in a commonplace apartment with her companion, her cook, and a man-servant, rather than sell that inestimable jewel. There was a reason for it, a reason she was not afraid to disclose. The black pearl was the gift of an emperor. Almost ruined and reduced to the most mediocre existence, she remained faithful to the companion of her happy and brilliant youth. The black pearl never left her possession. She wore it during the day, and at night concealed it in a place known to her alone. All these facts, being republished in the columns of the public press, served to stimulate curiosity, and strange to say, but quite obvious to those who have the key to the mystery, the arrest of the presumed assassin only complicated the question

and prolonged the excitement. Two days later, the newspapers published the following item. Information has reached us of the arrest of Victor d'Anagre, the servant of the Countess Dandio. The evidence against him is clear and convincing. On the silken sleeve of his liveryed waistcoat, which Chief Detective Dudui found in his garret between the mattresses of his bed, several spots of blood were discovered. In addition, a cloth-covered button was missing from that garment, and this button was found beneath the bed of the victim. It is supposed to that after dinner, in place of going to his own room, D'Anegre slipped into the wardrobe closet, and through the glass door had seen the countess hide the precious black pearl.

This is simply a theory, as yet unverified by any evidence. There is also another obscure point. At seven o'clock in the morning, D'Anegre went to the tobacco shop on the boulevard de Coursel. The concierge and the shopkeeper both affirm this fact. On the other hand, the Countess's companion and cook, who sleep at the end of the hall, both declare that when they arose at 8 o'clock, the door of the ante-chamber and the door of the kitchen were locked. These two persons have been in the service of the Countess for twenty years, and are above suspicion. The question is, how did Danegre leave the apartment? Did he have another key? These are matters that the police will investigate. As a matter of fact, the police investigation threw no light on the mystery. It was learned that Victor de Negre was a dangerous criminal,

a drunkard and a debauchy. But as they proceeded with the investigation, the mystery deepened, and new complications arose. In the first place, a young woman, Mademoiselle de Saint-Cleve, the cousin and sole heiress of the countess, declared that the countess, a month before her death, had written a letter to her, and in it described the manner in which the black pearl was concealed. The letter disappeared the day after she received it. Who had stolen it? Again the concierge related how she had opened the door for a person who had inquired for Dr. Arell. On being questioned, the doctor testified that no one had rung his bell.

Then who was that person? An accomplice? The theory of an accomplice was thereupon adopted by the press and public, and also by Ganymar, the famous detective. "'Lupin is at the bottom of this affair,' he said to the judge. "'Pach!' exclaimed the judge, "'you have Lupe on the brain. You see him everywhere. "'I see him everywhere because he is everywhere.'

"'Say rather that you see him every time you encounter something you cannot explain. "'Besides, you overlook the fact that the crime was committed at twenty minutes past eleven in the evening, as is shown by the clock, while the nocturnal visit, mentioned by the concierge, occurred at three o'clock in the morning. Officers of the law frequently form a hasty conviction as to the guilt of a suspected person, and then distort all subsequent discoveries to conform to their established theory. The deplorable antecedents of Victor d'Annegr, habitual criminal, drunkard and rake, influenced the judge, and despite the fact that nothing new was discovered in cooperation of the early clues, his official opinion remained firm and unshaken.

He closed his investigation, and a few weeks later, the trial commenced. It proved to be slow and tedious. The judge was listless, and the public prosecutor presented the case in a careless manner. Under those circumstances, Dunnick's counsel had an easy task. He pointed out the defects and inconsistencies of the case for the prosecution, and argued that the evidence was quite insufficient to convict the accused. Who had made the key, the indispensable key without which Danegre, on leaving the apartment, could not have locked the door behind him?

Who had ever seen such a key, and what had become of it? Who had seen the assassin's knife, and where is it now? In any event, argued the prisoner's counsel, the prosecution must prove, beyond any reasonable doubt, that the prisoner committed the murder. The prosecution must show that the mysterious individual who entered the house at three o'clock in the morning is not the guilty party. To be sure, the clock indicated eleven o'clock, but what of that? I contend that proves nothing. The assassin could turn the hands of the clock to any hour he pleased,

and thus deceive us in regard to the exact hour of the crime. Victor de Negre was acquitted. He left the prison on Friday about dusk in the evening, weak and depressed by his six months' imprisonment. The Inquisition, the solitude, the trial, the deliberations of the jury, combined to fill him with a nervous fear. At night he had been afflicted with terrible nightmares and haunted by weird visions of the scaffold. He was a mental and physical wreck. Under the assumed name of Anatol Dufour, he rented a small room on the heights of Montmartre and lived by doing odd jobs wherever he could find them. He led a pitiful existence. Three times he obtained regular employment, only to be recognized and then discharged. Sometimes he had an idea that men were following him, detectives, no doubt, who were seeking to trap and denounce him. He could almost feel the strong hand of the

law clutching him by the caller. One evening as he was eating his dinner at a neighboring restaurant, a man entered and took a seat at the same table. He was a person, about forty years of age and wore a frock-coat of doubtful cleanliness. He ordered soup, vegetables, and a bottle of wine. After he had finished his soup, he turned his eyes on D'Anagre and gazed at him intently. D'Anegr winced. He was certain that this was one of the men who had been following him for several weeks. What did he want? Danegre tried to rise, but failed. His limbs refused to support him. The man poured himself a a glass of wine and then filled Denegg's glass. The man raised his glass and said,

"'Ture health, Victor, startled in alarm and stammered, "'I—I—' "'No, no, I swear to you. You will swear what, that you are not yourself, "'the servant of the Countess? What servant? My name is Zufour. Ask the proprietor. yes anatole du foured to the proprietor of this restaurant but victor d'anegre to the officers of the law that's not true someone has lied to you the newcomer took a card from his pocket and handed it to victor who read on it grimaudin ex-inspector of the detective force private business transacted victor shuddered as he said you are connected with the police lease. No, not now, but I have a liking for the business, and I continue to work at it in a manner more profitable. From time to time I strike upon a golden opportunity, such as your case presents.

My case? Yes, yours. I assure you it is the most promising affair, provided you are inclined to be reasonable. But if I am not reasonable? Oh, my good fellow, You are not in a position to refuse me anything I may ask. What is it you want? Stammered Victor, fearfully. Well, I will inform you in a few words. I am sent by Mademoiselle of Saint-Cleve, the heiress of the Countess Dandio.

What for? To recover the black pearl. Black pearl? That you stole. But I haven't got it. You have it. If I had, then I would be the assassin. You are the assassin.

Danegre showed a forced smile. Fortunately for me, monsieur, the Assize court was not of your opinion. The jury returned a unanimous verdict of acquittal, and when a man has a clear conscience and twelve good men in his favor, the ex-inspector seized him by the arm and said, said, no fine phrase is my boy. Now listen to me, and weigh my words carefully. You will find they are worthy of your consideration. Now, Denegg, three weeks before the murder, you abstracted the cook's key to the servant's door, and had a duplicate key made by a locksmith named Utar, 244, Rue Oberkamp. It's a lie! It's a lie! growled Victor. No person has seen that key. There is no such. key. Here it is. After a silence, Grimaudin continued, you killed the Countess with a knife

purchased by you at the bazaar de la Republic on the same day as you ordered the duplicate key. It has a triangular blade with a groove running from end to end. That is all nonsense. You're simply guessing it's something you don't know. No one ever saw the knife. Here it is. Victor de Negre recoiled, the ex-inspector continued. There are some spots of rust upon it. Shall I tell you how they came there? Well, you have a key and a knife who can prove that they belong to me.

The locksmith and the clerk from whom you bought the knife. I have already refreshed their memories, and when you confront them they cannot fail to recognize them. His speech was dry and hard, with a tone of firmness. and precision. Danegre was trembling with fear, and yet he struggled desperately to maintain an air of indifference. Is that all the evidence you have? Oh, no, not at all. I have plenty more. For instance, after the crime, you went out the same way you had entered. But in the center of the wardrobe room, being seized by some sudden fear, you leaned against the wall for support. How do you know

that. No one could know such a thing, argued the desperate man. The police know nothing about it, of course. They never think of lighting a candle and examining the walls, but if they had done so, they would have found on the white plaster a faint red spot, quite distinct, however, to trace it in the imprint of your thumb which you had pressed against the wall while it was wet with blood. Now, as you are well aware, under the Bertillon system, thumb marks are one of the principal means of identification. Victor D'Anegu was livid. Great drops of perspiration rolled down his face and fell upon the table.

He gazed with a wild look at the strange man who had narrated the story of his crime as faithfully as if he had been an invisible witness to it. Overcome and powerless, Victor bowed his head. He felt that it was useless to struggle against this marvelous man. So he said, how much will you give me if i give you the pearl nothing you are joking or do you mean that i should give you an article worth thousands and hundreds of thousands and get nothing in return you will get your life is that nothing the unfortunate man shuddered then grimaudin added in a milder tone come dengue that pearl has no value in your hands it is quite impossible for you to sell it so what is it is it is impossible for you to sell it so what is it is it the use of your keeping it.

There are pawnbrokers, and someday I will be able to get something for it. But that day may be too late. Why? Because by that time you may be in the hands of the police, and with the evidence that I can furnish, the knife, the key, the thumb-mark, what will become of you? Vittor rested his head on his hands and reflected. He felt that he was lost, irremediably. lost, and at the same time a sense of weariness and oppression overcame him.

He murmured faintly, When must I give it to you? Tonight, within an hour. If I refuse? If you refuse, I shall post this letter to the Procuror of the Republic, in which letter Mademoiselle de Saint-Clieve denounces you as the assassin. The Negre poured out two glasses of wine, which he drank in rapid succession, then rising said,

Pay the bill and let us go. I've had enough of the cursed affair. Night had fallen. The two men walked down the rue le pick and followed the exterior boulevards in the direction of the Place de laitoulle. They pursued their way in silence. Victor had a stooping carriage

and a dejected face. When they reached the Parmonseau, he said, We are near the house. Parbleau. You only left the house. house once before your arrest, and that was to go to the tobacco shop. Here it is, said Daneg, in a dull voice. They passed along the garden wall of the countess's house, and crossed a street on a corner

of which stood the tobacco shop. A few steps further on Daneg stopped. His limbs shook beneath him, and he sank to a bench. Well, what now? demanded his companion. It is there. where come now no nonsense there in front of us where between two paving-stones which look for it which stones victor made no reply ah i see exclaimed grimaudin you want me to pay for the information no but i'm afraid i will starve to death so that is why you hesitate well i'll not be hard on you how much do you want enough to buy a steerage pass to america all right and a hundred francs to keep me until i get work there you shall have two hundred now speak count the paving-stones to the right from the sewer-hole the pearl is in between the twelfth and thirteenth in the gutter yes close

to the sidewalk. Grimaudin glanced around to see if anyone were looking. Some tram cars and pedestrians were passing, but they will not suspect anything. He opened his pocket-knife and thrust it between the 12th and 13th stones. And if it is not there, he said to Victor, it must be there unless someone saw me stooped down and hide it. Could it be possible that the black pearl had been cast into the mud and filth of the gutter to be picked up by the first comer. The black pearl! A fortune! How far down, he asked? About ten centimeters. He dug up the wet earth. The point of his knife struck something. He enlarged the hole with his finger. Then he abstracted the black pearl from its filthy hiding place. Good. Here are your two hundred

francs, I will send you the ticket for America. On the following day, this article was published in the Echo de France, and was copied by the leading newspapers throughout the world. Yesterday, the famous black pearl came into the possession of Arsene Lupin, who recovered it from the murderer of the Countess Dandio. In a short time, facsimiles of that precious jewel will be exhibited in London, St. Petersburg, Calcutta, Buenos Aires, and New York. Arson Lupin will be pleased to consider all propositions submitted to him through his agents.

And that is how crime is always punished and virtue rewarded, said Arcein Lupin, after he had told me the foregoing history of the Black Pearl. And that is how you, under the assumed name of Grimaudin, ex-inspector of detectives, were chosen by fate to deprive the criminal of the benefit of. of his crime. Exactly, and I confess that the affair gives me infinite satisfaction and pride. The forty minutes that I passed in the apartment of the Countess Dandieu after learning of her death were the most thrilling and absorbing moments of my life. In those forty minutes, involved as I was in a most dangerous plight, I calmly studied the scene of the murder

and reached the conclusion that the crime must have been committed by one of the house servants. I also decided that in order to get the pearl, that servant must be arrested, and so I left the Wayne's coat-button. It was necessary also for me to hold some convincing evidence of his guilt, so I carried away the knife which I found upon the floor and the key which I found in the lock. I closed and locked the door and erased the finger-marts from the plaster in the wardrobe closet. In my opinion, that was one of those flashes of genius, I said. said interrupting. Of genius, if you wish.

But I flatter myself it would not have occurred to the average mortal, to frame instantly the two elements of the problem, an arrest and an acquittal, to make use of the formidable machinery of the law to crush and humble my victim and reduce him to a condition in which, when free, he would be certain to fall into the trap I was laying for him. Poor devil!

Poor devil, do you say? Victor Daneg, the assassin. He might have descended to the lowest depths of vice and crime if he had retained the black pearl. Now he lives. Think of that. Victor Daneg is alive. And you have the black pearl. He took it out of one of the secret pockets of his wallet,

examined it, gazed at it tenderly, and caressed it with loving fingers and sighed as he said. What cold. Russian prince. What vain and foolish Raja may someday possess this priceless treasure? Or perhaps some American millionaire is destined to become the owner of this morsel of exquisite beauty that once adorned the fair bosom of Leontyne, the Countess Dandio. End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 Part 1 of the Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar.

This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The extraordinary adventures of Arsene Lupin, gentleman burglar, by Maurice Leblanc. Chapter 9 Sherlock Holmes arrives too late, part one. It is really remarkable, Valmont, what a close resemblance you bear to Arcein Lupin. How do you know? Oh, like everyone else from photographs, no two of which are alike, but each of them leaves the impression of a face.

something like yours oras vellement displayed some vexation quite so my dear devanne and believe me you are not the first one who has noticed it it is so striking persisted devanne that if you had not been recommended to me by my cousin d'estevan and if you were not the celebrated artist whose beautiful marine views i so admire i have no doubt i should have warned the police of your presence in this sally was greeted with an outburst of laughter the large dining-hall of the chateau de tibermaineau contained on this occasion besides velemont the following guests father gely the parish priest and a dozen officers whose regiments were quartered in the vicinity and who had accepted the invitation of the banker george devan and his mother one of the officers then remarked i understand that an exact description of varsel lupin has been furnished to all the police along this coast since his daring exploit on the perry avre express i suppose so said devann that was three months ago and a week later i made the acquaintance of our friend velemon at the casino and since then he has honoured me with several visits an agreeable preamble to a more serious visit that he will pay me one of these days or rather one of these nights this speech evoked another round of laughter and the guests then passed into the ancient hall of the guards a vast room with a high ceiling which occupied the entire lower part of the tour guillom williams and wherein george de van had collected the incomparable treasures which the lords of tibermannil had accumulated through many centuries it contained ancient chests credences and irons and chandeliers

the stone walls were overhung with magnificent tapestries the deep embrasures of the four windows were furnished with benches and the gothap windows were composed of small panes of coloured glass set in a leaden frame between the door and the window to the left stood an immense bookcase of renaissance style on the pediment of which in letters of gold was the word tibermeneil and below it the proud family device do what thou wishest when the guests had lighted their cigars devann resumed the conversation and remember velma you have no time to lose in fact to-night is the last chance you will have how so asked the painter who appeared to regard the affair as a joke devan was about to reply when his mother mentioned to him to keep silent but the excitement of the occasion and a desire to interest his guests urged him to speak bah he murmured i can tell it now it won't do any harm the guests drew closer and he commenced to speak with the satisfied air of a man who has an important announcement to make to-morrow afternoon at four o'clock sherlock holmes the famous english detective for whom such a thing as mystery does not exist sherlock holmes the most remarkable solver of enigmas the world has ever known that marvellous man who would seem to be the creation of a man who would seem to be the creation of a man who was not exist of a romantic novelist, Sherlock Holmes will be my guest. Immediately, Devan was the target of numerous eager questions.

Is Sherlock Holmes really coming? Is it so serious as that? Is Arcelle Nupin really in this neighborhood? Arseneupin and his band are not far away. Besides the robbery of the Baron Caron, he is credited with the thefts at Montigny, Grouchet and Craville. has he sent you a warning as he did to baron caron no replied devon he can't work the same trick twice what then i will show you he rose and pointing to a small empty space between the two enormous folios on one of the shelves of the bookcase he said there used to be a book there a book of the sixteenth century entitled chronic de tibermeneil which contained the history of the castle since its construction by duke rollo on the site of a former feudal fortress. There were three engraved plates in the book, one of which was a general view of the whole estate, another the plan of the buildings, and the third, I call your attention to it particularly. The third was the sketch of a

subterranean passage, an entrance to which is outside the first line of ramparts, while the other end of the passage is here, in this very room. Well, that book disappeared a month ago. The juice, said Vellemont, that looks bad, but it doesn't seem to be a sufficient reason for sending for Sherlock Holmes. Certainly that was not sufficient in itself, but another incident happened that gives the disappearance of the book a special significance. There was another copy of this book in the National Library at Paris, and the two books differed in certain details relating to the subterranean passage. For instance, each of them contained drawings and annotations, not printed, but written in ink, and more or less effaced. I knew those facts, and I knew that the exact location of the passage could be determined

only by a comparison of the two books. Now, the day after my book disappeared, the book was called for in the National Library by a reader who carried it away, and no one knows how the theft was effected. The guests uttered many exclamations of surprise. Certainly the affair looks serious, said one. Well, the police investigated the matter, and as usual discovered no clue whatever. They never do when Arson Lupin is concerned in it. Exactly, and so I decided to ask the assistance of Sherlock Holmes,

who replied that he was ready and anxious to enter the lists with Arcelle Lupin. what glory for arson lupin said velemont but if our national thief as they call him has no evil designs on your castle Sherlock Holmes will have his trip in vain there are other things that will interest him such as the discovery of the subterranean passage but you told us that one end of the passage was outside the ramparts and the other was in this very room yes but in what part of the room the line which represents the passage on the charts ends here, with a small circle marked with the letters T. G, which no doubt stand for Tour Guillaume, but the tower is round, and who can tell the exact spot at which the passage touches the tower? De Vannes lighted a second cigar, and poured himself a glass of Benedictine. His guests pressed him with questions, and he was pleased to observe the interest that his remarks had created. Then he continued,

The secret is lost. No one knows it. The legend is to the effect that the former lords of the castle transmitted the secret from father to son on their deathbeds, until Jafeuat, the last of the race, was beheaded during the revolution in his 19th year. That is over a century ago. Surely someone has looked for it since that time. Yes, but they failed to find it. after i purchased the castle i made a diligent search for it but without success you must remember that this tower is surrounded by water and connected with the castle only by a bridge consequently the passage must be underneath the old moat the plan that was in the book in the national library showed a series of stairs with a total of forty-eight steps which indicates a depth of more than ten metres you see the mystery lies within the walls of this room and yet I dislike to tear them down. Is there nothing to show where it is? Nothing. Mr. Devan, we should turn our attention to the two quotations,

suggested Father Gilles. Oh, oh, exclaimed Mr. Devan, laughing. Our worthy father is fond of reading memoirs and delving into the musty archives of the castle. Everything relating to Zbermenil interests him greatly, but the quotations that he is fond of. mentions only served to complicate the mystery. He has read somewhere that two kings of France have known the key to the puzzle. Two kings of France? Who were they? Henry IV and Louis

the 16th, and the legend runs like this. On the eve of the Battle of Arc, Henry IV spent the night in this castle. At 11 o'clock in the evening, Louise de Tancelville, the prettiest woman in Normandy, was brought into the castle through the south. subterranean passage by Duke Edgar, who at the same time informed the king of the secret passage. Afterward, the king confided the secret to his minister Sully, who in turn relates to the story in his book, Royal Economy d'Etat, without making any comment upon it, but linking with it this incomprehensible sentence, turn one eye on the bee that shakes, the other eye will lead to God. after a brief silence Vellman laughed and said

certainly it doesn't throw a dazzling light upon the subject no but Father Geli claims that Sully concealed the key to the mystery in this strange sentence in order to keep the secretaries to whom he dictated his memoirs that is an ingenious theory said Vellman yes and it may be nothing more I cannot see that it throws any light on the serious riddle. And was it also to receive the visit of a lady that Louis XVIth caused the passage to be opened? I don't know, said Monsieur de Van. All I can say is that the king stopped here one night in 1784, and that the famous iron casket found in the Louvre contained a paper bearing these words in the

king's own writing, Cibermenil, 3, 4, 11. Horace Velmane laughed heartily and exclaimed, at last and now that we have the magic key where is the man who can fit it to the invisible log laugh as much as you please monsieur said father jellie but i am confident the solution is contained in those two sentences and some day we will find a man able to interpret them sherlock combs says the man said m de van unless arson lupin gets ahead of him what is your opinion valmont arose placed his hand on devann's shoulder and declared i think that the information furnished by your book and the book of the national library was deficient in a very important detail which you have now supplied i thank you for it what is it the missing key now that i have it i can go to work at once said velemont of course without losing a minute said devon smiling not even a second replied velemont to-night before the arrival of sherlock holmes i must plunder your castle you have no time to lose oh by the way i can drive you over this evening to diep yes i am going to meet monsieur and madame d'endrol and a young lady of their acquaintance who are to arrive by the midnight train then addressing the officers devann added gentlemen i shall expect to see all of you at breakfast tomorrow the invitation was accepted the company dispersed and a few moments later devann and velemont were speeding toward diep in an automobile

de van dropped the artist in front of the casino and proceeded to the railway station at twelve o'clock his friends alighted from the train a half-hour later the automobile was at the entrance to the castle at one o'clock after a light supper they retired the lights were extinguished and the castle was enveloped in the darkness and silence of the night the moon appeared through a rift in the clouds and filled the drawing-room with its bright white light but only for a moment then the moon again retired behind its ethereal draperies and darkness and silence reigned supreme no sound could be heard save the monotonous ticking of the clock it struck two and then continued its endless repetitions of the clock it struck two and then continued its endless repetitions of the the seconds. Then three o'clock. Suddenly something clicked, like the opening and closing of a signal disc that warns the passing train. A thin stream of light flashed to every corner of the room, like an arrow that leaves behind it a trail of light. It shot forth from the central fluting of a column that supported the pediment of the bookcase. It rested for a moment on the panel opposite like a glittering circle of burnished silver, then flashed in all directions like a guilty

eye that scrutinizes every shadow. It disappeared for a short time, but burst forth again as a whole section of the bookcase revolved on a pico and disclosed a large opening like a vault. A man entered carrying an electric lantern. He was followed by a second man who carried a coil of rope and various tools. The leader inspected the room, listened a moment, and said, Call the others. Then eight men, stout fellows with resolute faces, entered the room, and immediately commenced to remove the furnishings. Arsendupin passed quickly from one piece of furniture to another, examined each, and according to its size or artistic value, he directed his men to take it or leave it. If order to be taken, it was killed. It was

carried to the gaping mouth of the tunnel, and ruthlessly thrust into the bowels of the earth. Such was the fate of six armchairs, six small Louis-Cain's chairs, a quantity of obisun tapestries, some candelabra, paintings by Fragonard and Natier, a bust by Udon, and some statuettes. Sometimes, Lupin would linger before a beautiful chest, or a superb picture, and sigh. that is too heavy, too large. What a pity. In forty minutes the room was dismantled, and it had been accomplished in such an orderly manner, and with as little noise as if the various articles had been packed and wadded for the occasion. Lupin said to the last man who departed by way of the tunnel,

You need not come back. You understand that as soon as the auto van is loaded, you are to proceed to the garage at Rockfart. But you, Patron? Leave me the motorcycle. When the man had disappeared, Arcein Le Pen pushed the section of the bookcase back into its place, carefully he faced the traces of the men's footsteps, raised a portiere and entered a gallery, which was the only means of communication between the tower and the castle. In the center of this gallery, there was a glass cabinet which had attracted Lu Pen's attention.

It contained a valuable collection of watches, snuff-boxes, rings, chattelands and miniatures of rare and beautiful workmanship. He forced the lock with a small Jimmy and experienced a great pleasure in handling those gold and silver ornaments, those exquisite and delicate works of art. He carried a large linen bag, specially prepared for the removal of such knick-knacks. He filled it. Then he filled the pockets of his coat, waistcoat, and trousers, and he was just placing over his left arm a number of pearl reticules when he heard a slight sound. He listened. No, he was not

deceived. The noise continued. Then he remembered that, at one end of the gallery, there was a stairway leading to an unoccupied apartment, but which was probably occupied that night by the young lady whom Monsieur Devan had brought from Dieppe with his other visitors. Immediately he extinguished his lantern, and had scarcely gained the friendly shelter of a window-embrasier. when the door at the top of the stairway was opened, and a feeble light illuminated the gallery. He could feel, for concealed by a curtain he could not see, that a woman was cautiously descending the upper steps of the stairs. He hoped she would come no closer. Yet she continued to descend, and even advanced some distance into the room. Then she uttered a faint cry. No doubt she had

discovered the broken and dismantled cabinet. She advanced, again. Now he could smell the perfume and hear the throbbing of her heart as she drew closer to the window where he was concealed. She passed so close that her skirt brushed against the window curtain, and Le Pen felt that she suspected the presence of another behind her, in the shadow within reach of her hand. He thought, she is afraid. She will go away. But she did not go. The candle that she carried in her trembling hand grew brighter. She turned, hesitated a moment, appeared to listen, then suddenly drew aside the curtain. They stood face to face. Arsene was astounded. He murmured involuntarily. You, you, mademoiselle. It was Miss Nellie. Miss Nellie. His fellow passenger on the transatlantic steamer who had been the subject

of his dreams on that memorable voyage, who had been a witness to his arrest, and to rather than betray him, had dropped into the water the Kodak in which he had concealed of banknotes and diamonds. Miss Nellie, that charming creature, the memory of whose face had sometimes sheared, sometimes saddened the long hours of imprisonment. It was such an unexpected encounter that brought them face to face in that castle at that hour of the night, that they could not move. nor utter a word they were amazed hypnotized each at the sudden apparition of the other trembling with emotion miss nellie staggered to a seat he remained standing in front of her gradually he realized the situation and conceived the impression he must have produced at that moment with his arms laden with knick-knacks and his pockets and a linen sack overflowing with plunder he was overcome with confusion and he actually blessed with to find himself in the position of a thief caught in the act. To her, henceforth, he was a thief,

a man who puts his hand in another's pocket, who steals into houses and robs people while they sleep. A watch fell upon the floor, then another. These were followed by other articles which slipped from his grasp one by one. Then, actuated by a sudden decision, he dropped the other articles into an armchair, emptied his pockets, and unpacked his sack. He felt very uncomfortable in Nellie's presence, and stepped toward her with the intention of speaking to her, but she shuddered, rose quickly, and fled toward the salon. The portier closed behind her. He followed her. She was standing, trembling, and amazed at the sight of the devastated room. He said to her at once. Tomorrow at three o'clock, everything will be returned. The furniture will be brought back.

She made no reply, so he repeated, I promise it. Tomorrow at three o'clock, nothing in the world could induce me to break that promise. Tomorrow, at three o'clock. Then followed a long silence that he dared not break, whilst the agitation of the young girl caused him a feeling of genuine regret. Quietly, without a word, he turned away, thinking, I hope she will go away. I can't endure her presence. But the young girl suddenly spoke and stammered, "'Listen. What steps? I—' "'Here, someone.' He looked at her with astonishment. She seemed to be overwhelmed by the thought of approaching peril. "'I don't hear anything,' he said. "'I don't hear anything,' he said.

said. But you must go. You must escape. Why should I go? Because you must. Oh, do not remain here another minute. Go! She ran quickly to the door leading to the gallery and listened. No, there was no one there. Perhaps the noise was outside. She waited a moment, then returned reassured. But Arsene Le Pen had disappeared. End of Chapter 9, Part 1. 1. Chapter 9 Part 2 of The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Burglar. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Bergler, by Maurice LeBlanc. Chapter 9. Sherlock Holmes arrives too late, part 2. As soon as Monsieur Devan was informed of the pillage of his castle, he said to himself,

It was Vellman who did it, and Vellman is Arcelle Le Pen. That theory explained everything, and there was no other plausible explanation. And yet the idea seemed preposterous. It was ridiculous to suppose that Vellman was anyone else than Vellman, the famous artist, and club fellow of his cousin Estevan. So when the captain of the gendarme arrived to investigate the affair, DeVan did not even think of mentioning his abhorpe. absurd theory. Throughout the forenoon there was a lively commotion at the castle. The gendarme,

the local police, the chief of police from Dieppe, the villagers, all circulated to and fro in the halls, examining every nook and corner that was open to their inspection. The approach of the maneuvering troops, the rattling fire of the musketry, added to the picturesque character of the scene. The preliminary search furnished no clue. neither the doors nor windows showed any signs of having been disturbed consequently the removal of the goods must have been affected by means of the secret passage yet there were no indications of footsteps on the floor nor any unusual marks upon the walls their investigations revealed however one curious fact that denoted the whimsical character of arson le pan the famous chronique of the sixteenth century had been restored to its accustomed place in the library and beside it there was a similar book which was none other than the volume stolen from the national library at eleven o'clock the military officers arrived the van welcomed them with his usual gaiety for no matter how much chagrin he might suffer from the loss of his artistic treasures his great wealth enabled him to bear his loss philosophically his guests m m d'androl and miss nelly were introduced and it was then noticed that

one of the expected guests had not arrived. It was Arras Vellement. Would he come? His absence had awakened the suspicions of M. De Vannan. But at twelve o'clock he arrived. De Vann exclaimed, Oh, here you are. Why am I not punctual? asked Vellman. Yes, and I am surprised that you are, after such a busy night. I suppose you know the news. What news? You have robbed you. You have the castle. Nonsense, exclaimed Vellemont smiling, exactly as I predicted, but first escort Miss under-down to the dining-room. Mademoiselle, allow me. He stopped, as he remarked the extreme agitation of the young girl. Then recalling the incident, he said, Ah, of course you met Arsene Le Pen on the steamer before his arrest, and you are astonished

at the resemblance. Is that it? she did not reply velman stood before her smiling he bowed she took his proffered arm he escorted her to her place and took his seat opposite her during the breakfast the conversation related exclusively to arcel lupin the stolen goods the secret passage and sherlock holmes it was only at the close of the repast when the conversation had drifted to other subjects that veldman took any part in it then he was by turns amusing and grave talkative and pensive and all his remarks seemed to be directed to the young girl but she quite absorbed did not appear to hear them. Coffee was served on the terrace overlooking the Court of Honor and the flower garden in front of the principal facade. The regimental band played on the lawn, and scores of soldiers and peasants wandered through the park. Miss Nellie had not forgotten for one moment Lupe's solemn promise. Tomorrow at three o'clock, everything will be returned. At three o'clock,

and the hands of the great clock in the right wing of the castle now marked twenty minutes to three. In spite of herself, her eyes wandered to the clock every minute. She also watched Valmont, who was calmly swinging to and fro in a comfortable rocking-chair. Ten minutes to three. Five minutes to three. Nellie was impatient and anxious. Was it possible that Arsene Le Pen would carry out his promise at the appointed hour when the castle, the courtyard, and the park were filled with people, and at the very

moment when the officers of the law were pursuing their investigations. And yet, Arsen Mupin had given her his solemn promise. It will be exactly as he said, thought she, so deeply was she impressed with the authority, energy, and assurance of that remarkable man. To her, it no longer assumed the form of a miracle, but on the contrary, a natural incident that must occur in the ordinary course of events. She blushed and turned her head. Three o'clock. The great clock struck slowly.

One, two, three. Arras Vellment took out his watch, glanced at the clock, then returned the watch to his pocket. A few seconds passed in silence, and then the crowd in the courtyard. parted to give passage to two wagons that had just entered the park gate, each drawn by two horses. They were army wagons, such as are used for the transportation of provisions, tents, and other necessary military stores. They stopped in front of the main entrance, and a commissary sergeant leapt from one of the wagons and inquired for Monsieur de Vann. A moment later, that gentleman emerged from the house, descended the steps, and under the canvas covers of the well,

beheld his furniture, pictures, and ornaments, carefully packaged and arranged. When questioned, the sergeant produced an order that he had received from the officer of the day. By that order, the second company of the 4th Battalion were commanded to proceed to the crossroads of Allure in the Forest of Arque, gather up the furniture and other articles deposited there, and deliver same to Monsieur Georges de Van, owner of the Tiberman-Hale Castle, at three o'clock, signed Colonel Beauvel. At the crossroads, explained the sergeant, we found everything ready, lying on the grass, guarded by some passers-by.

It seemed very strange, but the order was imperative. One of the officers examined the signature. He declared it a forgery, but a clever imitation. The wagons were unloaded, and the goods restored to their proper places in the castle. During this commotion, Nellie had remained alone at the extreme end of the terrace, absorbed by confused and distracted thoughts. Suddenly, she observed Vellman approaching her. She would have avoided him, but the balustrade that surrounded the terrace cut off her retreat. She was cornered.

She could not move. A gleam of sunshine passing through the scant foliage of a bamboo lighted up her beautiful golden hair. Someone spoke to her in a low voice. Have I not kept my promise? Arsene Le Pen stood close to her. No one else was near. He repeated in a calm, soft voice, Have I not kept my promise?

He expected a word of thanks, or at least some slight movement that would betray her interest in the fulfillment of his promise, but she remained silent. Her scornful attitude annoyed us. and he realized the vast distance that separated him from miss nelly now that she had learned the truth he would gladly have justified himself in her eyes or at least pleaded extenuating circumstances but he perceived the absurdity and futility of such an attempt finally dominated by a surging flood of memories he murmured oh how long ago that was you remember the long hours on the deck of the provence Then you carried a rose in your hand, a white rose like the one you carry today.

I asked you for it. You pretended you did not hear me. After you had gone away, I found the rose, forgotten no doubt, and I kept it. She made no reply. She seemed to be far away. He continued, in memory of those happy hours, forget what you have learned since. Separate the past from the present. to not regard me as the man you saw last night but look at me if only for a moment as you did in those far-off days when i was bernard d'andresi for a short time will you please

she raised her eyes and looked at him as he had requested then without saying a word she pointed to a ring he was wearing on his forefinger only the ring was visible but the setting which was turned toward the palm of his hand consisted of a magnificent ruby arson lupin blushed the ring belonged to george de van he smiled bitterly and said you are right nothing can be changed arson lupin is now and always will be arseigne lupin to you he cannot be even so much as a memory pardon me i should have known that any attention i may now offer you is simply an insult forgive me he stepped aside hat in hand nelly passed before him he was inclined to detain her and beseech her forgiveness but his courage failed and he contented himself by following her with his eyes as he had done when she descended the gangway to the pier at new york she mounted the steps leading to the door and disappeared within the house he saw her no more a cloud obscured the sun arson lupin stood watching the imprinted of her tiny feet in the sand. Suddenly he gave a start. Upon the box which contained the bamboo, beside which Nellie had been standing, he saw the rose, the white rose which he had desired, but dared not ask for. Forgot no doubt it also. But how? Designedly or through distraction?

He seized it eagerly. Some of its petals fell to the ground. He picked them up one by one, my precious relics. Come, he said to himself, I have nothing more to do here. I must think of my safety before Sherlock Holmes arrives. The park was deserted, but some gendarme were stationed

at the park gate. He entered a grove of pine trees, leapt over the wall, and as a shortcut to the railroad station, followed a path across the fields. After walking about ten minutes, he arrived at a spot where the road grew narrower

and ran between two steep banks. In this ravine he met a man travelling in the opposite direction. It was a man about fifty years of age, tall, smooth-shaven, and wearing clothes of a foreign cut. He carried a heavy cane and a small satchel was strapped across his shoulder.

When they met, the stranger spoke with a slight English accent. Excuse me, monsieur, is this the way to the castle? Yes, monsieur, straight ahead, and turned to the left, when you come to the wall. They are expecting you. Oh, yes, my friend Devand told us last night that you were coming, and I'm delighted to be the first to welcome you. Sherlock Holmes has no more ardent admirer than myself.

There was a touch of irony in his voice that he quickly regretted, for Sherlock Holmes scrutinized him from head to foot with such a keen, penetrating eye, that Arcelle Nupin experienced the sensation of being seized, imprisoned, imprisoned. and registered by that look more thoroughly and precisely than he had ever been by a camera. My negative is being taken now, he thought, and it will be useless to use a disguise with that man. He would look right through it. But I wonder, has he recognized me? They bowed to each other as if about to part, but at that moment they heard a sound of horses' feet,

accompanied by a clinking of steel. It was the gendarme. The two men were obliged to draw back against the embankment amongst the bushes to avoid the horses. The gendarmes passed by, but as they followed each other at a considerable distance, there were several minutes in doing so, and Lupin was thinking, It all depends on that question. Has he recognized me? If so, he will probably take advantage of the opportunity. It is a trying situation.

When the last horseman had passed, Sherlock Holmes said, stepped forth and brushed the dust from his clothes. Then, for a moment, he and Arcelle Lupin gazed at each other, and if a person could have seen them at that moment, it would have been an interesting sight, and memorable as the first meeting of two remarkable men, so strange, so powerfully equipped, both of superior quality, and destined by fate through their peculiar attributes, to hurl themselves one at the other, like two equal forces that nature upon. And they're poses, one against the other, in the realms of space. Then the Englishman said, Thank you, monsieur. They parted. LuPin went toward the railway station, and Sherlock Holmes

continued on his way to the castle. The local officers had given up the investigation after several hours of fruitless efforts, and the people at the castle were awaiting the arrival of the English detective with a lively curiosity. At first sight, they were a little disappointed on account of his commonplace appearance, which differed so greatly from the pictures they had formed of him in their own minds. He did not in any way resemble the romantic hero, the mysterious and diabolical personage that the name of Sherlock Holmes had evoked in their imaginations. However, Mr. Devain exclaimed with much gusto, "'Oh, Monsieur, you are here. I am delighted to see you. It is a long-deferred pleasure.

Really, I scarcely regret what has happened, since it affords me the opportunity to meet you. But how did you come? By the train. But I sent my automobile to meet you at the station. An official reception, eh? With music and fireworks. Oh, no, not for me. That is not the way I do business, grumbled the Englishman.

This speech disconcerted Devan, replied with a forced smile. Fortunately, the business has been great. simplified since I wrote to you. In what way? The robbery took place last night. If you had not announced my intended visit, it is probable the robbery would not have been committed last night. When then?

Tomorrow or some other day. And in that case? Lupin would have been trapped, said the detective. And my furniture would not have been carried away. But my good news. are here. They were brought back at three o'clock. By Lupin. By two army wagons. Sherlock Holmes put on his cap and adjusted his satchel. De Vann exclaimed anxiously, But, monsieur, what are you going to do? I am going home. Why? Your goods have been

returned. Arsend-Lupin is far away. There is nothing for me to do. Yes, there is. I need your resistance. What happened yesterday may happen again tomorrow, as we do not know how he entered, or how he escaped, or why a few hours later he returned the goods. Ah, you don't know. The idea of a problem to be solved quickened the interest of Sherlock Holmes. Very well, let us make a search, at once, and alone, if possible. DeVan understood and conducted the endorsement of the salon. In a drive, crisp voice. In sentences that seemed to have been prepared in advance, Holmes asked a number of questions about the events of the preceding evening, and inquired also concerning the guests and the members of the

household. Then he examined the two volumes of the chronic, compared the plans of the subterranean passage, requested a repetition of the sentences discovered by Father Gélie, and then asked, Was yesterday the first time you have spoken those two sentences to anyone? Yes. You had never communicated them to Horace Vellman. No. Well, order the automobile. I must leave in an hour. In an hour? Yes, within that time, Arcein Lupin solved a problem that you placed before him. I... placed before him. Yes, Arcein Lupin or Horace Vellman, same thing. I thought so. Oh, the scoundrel!

let us see, said Holmes. Last night at ten o'clock you furnished Lupin with the information that he lacked, and that he had been seeking for many weeks. During the night he found time to solve the problem, collect his men, and rob the castle. I shall be quite as expeditious. He walked from end to end of the room, in deep thought, then sat down, crossed his long legs, and closed his eyes. Devan waited, quite embarrassed, thought he, is the man asleep? He, is the man asleep? or is he only meditating however he left the room to give some orders and when he returned he found the detective on his knees scrutinizing the carpet at the foot of the stairs in the gallery what is it he inquired look there spots from a candle you are right and quite fresh and you will also find them at the top of the stairs and around the cabinet that arson lupin broke into and from which he took the bibloes that he afterward placed in his arm-chair.

What do you conclude from that? Nothing. These facts would doubtless explain the cause for the restitution, but that is a side issue that I cannot wait to investigate. The main question is the secret passage. First, tell me, is there a chapel some two or three hundred metres from the castle? Yes, a ruined chapel containing the tomb of Duke Rollo. Tell your chauffeur to wait for us near that chapel.

my chauffeur hasn't returned if he had they would have informed me do you think the secret passage runs to the chapel what reason have i would ask you monsieur interrupted the detective to furnish me with a ladder and a lantern what do you require a ladder and a lantern certainly i shouldn't have asked for them devann somewhat disconcerted by this crude logic rang the bell the two articles were given with the sternness and precision of military commands place the ladder against the bookcase to the left of the word tiberminelle de van placed the ladder as directed and the englishman continued more to the left to the right there now climb up all the letters are in relief aren't they yes first turn the letter i one way or the other which one there are two of them the first one devan took hold of the letter and exclaimed oh yes it turns toward the right who told you that sherlock holmes did not reply to the question but continued his directions now take the letter b move it back and forth as you would have bolt. Devan did so, and to his great surprise, it produced a clicking sound. Quite right, said Holmes. Now we will go to the other end of the word Tibermenil. Try the letter I, and see if it will open like a wicket. With a certain degree

of solemnity, Devan seized the letter. It opened, but Devan fell from the ladder, for the entire section of the bookcase, lying between the first and last letters of the letter. It opened, but Devan fell from the ladder, for the entire section of the bookcase, lying between the first and last letters of the words, turned on a pico and disclosed the subterranean passage. Sherlock Holmes said coolly, you are not hurt. No, no, said Devan, as he rose to his feet. Not hurt, only bewildered. I can't understand how those letters turn. The secret passage opens. Certainly, doesn't that agree exactly with the formula given by Sully? turn one eye on the bee that shakes the other eye it will lead to god but louis the sixteenth asked devann louis the sixteenth was a clever locksmith i have read a book he wrote about combination locks

it was a good idea on the part of the owner of tibermenil to show his majesty a clever bit of mechanism as an aid to his memory the king wrote three four eleven that is to say the third fourth and eleventh letters of the word exactly i understand that it explains how lupin got out of the room but it does not explain how he entered and it is certain he came from the outside sherlock holmes lighted his lantern and stepped into the passage look all the mechanism is exposed here like the works of a clock and the reverse side of the letters can be reached lupin worked the combination from this side that is all what proof is there of that proof why look at that puddle of oil lupin foresaw that the wheels would require oiling did he know about the other entrance as well as i know it said holmes follow me into that dark passage are you afraid no but are you sure you can find the way out with my eyes closed at first they descended twelve steps then twelve more and farther on two other flights of twelve steps each then they walked through a long passageway the brick walls of which showed the marks of successive restorations and in spots were dripping with water the earth also was very damp we are passing under the pond said devann somewhat nervously at last they came to a stairway of twelve steps followed by three others of twelve steps each which they mounted with difficulty and then found themselves in a small cavity cut in the rock they could go no further juice muttered holmes nothing but bare walls this is provoking let us go back said devann i have seen enough to satisfy me

but the englishman raised his eye and uttered a sigh of relief there he saw the same mechanism in the same word as before he had merely to work the three letters he did so and a block of granite swung out of place on the other side this granite block formed the tombstone of Duke Rollo, and the word Tibermenil was engraved on it in relief. Now they were in a little ruined chapel, and the detective said. The other eye leads to God, that means to the chapel. It is marvelous, exclaimed Devann, amazed at the clairvoyance and vivacity of the Englishman. Can it be possible that those few words were sufficient for you? B, declared Holmes, they weren't even necessary. In the chart in the book of the National Library, the drawing terminates at the left, as you know,

in a circle, and at the right, as you do not know, in a cross. Now that cross must refer to the chapel in which we now stand. Poor DeVan could not believe his ears. It was all so new, so novel to him. He exclaimed, "'It is incredible, miraculous, and yet of a childish simplicity. How is it that no one else has ever solved in me?' mystery. Because no one has ever united the essential elements, that is to say, the two books and

the two sentences. No one but Arsendupin and myself. But Father Jolie and I knew all about those things, and likewise. Holmes smiled and said, Mr. Duvain, everybody cannot solve riddles. I have been trying for ten years to accomplish what you did in ten minutes. I am used to it. They emerged from the chapel and found an automobile. Ah, there's an auto waiting for us. Yes, it is mine, said Devan. Yours? He said your chauffeur hadn't returned.

They approached the machine, and Monsieur Devan questioned the chauffeur. Eduardo, who gave you orders to come here? What, it was Monsieur Valmont? Monsieur Valmont, did you meet him? Near the railway station, and he told me to come to the chapel. to come to the chapel what for to wait for you monsieur and your friend de van and holmes exchanged looks and m de van said he knew the mystery would be a simple one for you it is a delicate compliment a smile of satisfaction lighted up the detective's serious features for a moment the compliment pleased him he shook his head as he said a clever man i knew that when i saw him have you seen him i met him a short time ago on my way from the station and you knew it was horace velmane i mean arson

that is right i wonder how it came no but i supposed it was from a certain ironical speech he made and you allowed him to escape of course i did and yet i had everything on my side such as five gendarmes who passed us sacre bleu cried devann you should have taken advantage of the opportunity really monsieur said the englishman heartily when i encounter an adversary like arson lupin i do not take advantage of chance opportunities i create them but time pressed and since lupin had been so kind as to send the automobile they resolved to profit by it they seated themselves in the comfortable limousine edward took his place at the wheel and away the way that they resorted themselves in the comfortable limousine edward took his place at the wheel and away the way the they went toward the railway station. Suddenly, DeVan's eyes fell upon a small package in one of the pockets of the carriage. Oh, what is that? A package? Whose is it? Why, it is for you? For me? Yes, it is addressed Sherlock Holmes from Arcelle Le Pen. The Englishman took the package, opened it, and found that it contained a watch. Ah, he exclaimed with an angry gesture. a watch said devand how did it come there the detective did not reply oh it is your watch arcel lepin returns your watch but in order to return it he must have taken it

ah i see he took your watch that is a good one sherlock holmes's watch stolen by arson lupin monseur that is funny really you must excuse me i can't help it he roared with laughter unable to control himself after which he said in a tone of earnest conviction a clever man indeed the englishman never moved a muscle on the way to d'yip he never spoke a word but fixed his gaze on the flying landscape his silence was terrible unfathomable more violent than the wildest rage At the railway station he spoke calmly, but in a voice that impressed one, with a vast energy and willpower of that famous man. He said, Yes, he is a clever man, but some day I shall have the pleasure of placing on his shoulder the hand I now offer to you, Monsieur de Van.

And I believe that Arcelle Lupin, Sherlock Holmes will meet again some day. Yes, the world is too small. We will meet. we must meet and then end of chapter nine end of the extraordinary adventures of arson lupin gentleman burglar by morris le