Bless my soul, I don't say that I at once suspected Lupin behind Polonius and Polonius behind the gentleman who came and bored me in the box at the Vaudeville.No, no! But, all the same, it worried me.I could see that, between the police and Mme.Mergy, there was a third bounder trying to get a finger in the pie.And, gradually, what with the words let fall by the portress, what with watching the movements of my cook and making inquiries about her in the proper quarter, I began to understand.Then, the other night, came the lightning-flash.I heard the row in the house, in spite of my being asleep.I managed to reconstruct the incident, to follow up Mme.Mergy's traces, first, to the Rue Chateaubriand and, afterward, to Saint-Germain...And then...what then? I put different facts together: the Enghien burglary...Gilbert's arrest...the inevitable treaty of alliance between the weeping mother and the leader of the gang...the old nurse installed as cook...all these people entering my house through the doors or through the windows...And Iknew what I had to do.Master Lupin was sniffing at the secret.The scent of the Twenty-seven attracted him.I had only to wait for his visit.The hour has arrived.Good-evening, Master Lupin."Daubrecq paused.He had delivered his speech with the evident satisfaction of a man entitled to claim the appreciation of the most captious critics.
As Lupin did not speak, he took out his watch: "I say! Only twenty-three minutes! How time flies! At this rate, we sha'n't have time to come to an explanation." And, stepping still closer to Lupin, "I'm bound to say, I'm disappointed.I thought that Lupin was a different sort of gentleman.So, the moment he meets a more or less serious adversary, the colossus falls to pieces? Poor young man! Have a glass of water, to bring you round!" Lupin did not utter a word, did not betray a gesture of irritation.With absolute composure, with a precision of movement that showed his perfect self-control and the clear plan of conduct which he had adopted, he gently pushed Daubrecq aside, went to the table and, m his turn, took down the receiver of the telephone:
"I want 565.34, please," he said.
He waited until he was through; and then, speaking in a slow voice and picking out every syllable, he said:
"Hullo!...Rue Chateaubriand?...Is that you, Achille?...Yes, it's the governor.Listen to me carefully, Achille...You must leave the flat!
Hullo!...Yes, at once.The police are coming in a few minutes.No, no, don't lose your head...You've got time.Only, do what I tell you.
Is your bag still packed?...Good.And is one of the sides empty, as Itold you?...Good.Well, go to my bedroom and stand with your face to the chimney-piece.Press with your left hand on the little carved rosette in front of the marble slab, in the middle, and with your right hand on the top of the mantel-shelf.You'll see a sort of drawer, with two little boxes in it.Be careful.One of them contains all our papers; the other, bank-notes and jewellery.Put them both in the empty compartment of the bag.Take the bag in your hand and go as fast as you can, on foot, to the corner of the Avenue Victor-Hugo and the Avenue de Montespan.You'll find the car waiting, with Victoire.I'll join you.
there...What?...My clothes? My knickknacks?...Never mind about all that...You be off.See you presently."Lupin quietly pushed away the telephone.Then, taking Daubrecq by the arm, he made him sit in a chair by his side and said:
"And now listen to me, Daubrecq."
"Oho!" grinned the deputy."Calling each other by our surnames, are we?""Yes," said Lupin, "I allowed you to." And, when Daubrecq released his arm with a certain misgiving, he said, "No, don't be afraid.We sha'n't come to blows.Neither of us has anything to gain by doing away with the other.A stab with a knife? What's the good? No, sir! Words, nothing but words.Words that strike home, though.Here are mine: they are plain and to the point.Answer me in the same way, without reflecting: that's far better.The boy?""I have him."
"Give him back."
"No."
"Mme.Mergy will kill herself."
"No, she won't."
"I tell you she will."
"And I tell you she will not."
"But she's tried to, once."
"That's just the reason why she won't try again.""Well, then..."
"No."
Lupin, after a moment, went on:
"I expected that.Also, I thought, on my way here, that you would hardly tumble to the story of Dr.Vernes and that I should have to use other methods.""Lupin's methods."
"As you say.I had made up my mind to throw off the mask.You pulled it off for me.Well done you! But that doesn't change my plans.""Speak."
Lupin took from a pocketbook a double sheet of foolscap paper, unfolded it and handed it to Daubrecq, saying:
"Here is an exact, detailed inventory, with consecutive numbers, of the things removed by my friends and myself from your Villa Marie-Tberese on the Lac d'Enghien.A s you see, there are one hundred and thirteen items.
Of those one hundred and thirteen items, sixty-eight, which have a red cross against them, have been sold and sent to America.The remainder, numbering forty-five, are in my possession...until further orders.
They happen to be the pick of the bunch.I offer you them in return for the immediate surrender of the child.
Daubrecq could not suppress a movement of surprise:
"Oho!" he said."You seem very much bent upon it.""Infinitely," said Lupin, "for I am persuaded that a longer separation from her son will mean death to Mme.Mergy.""And that upsets you, does it...Lothario?""What!"
Lupin planted himself in front of the other and repeated:
"What! What do you mean?"
"Nothing...Nothing...Something that crossed my mind...Clarisse Mergy is a young woman still and a pretty woman at that."Lupin shrugged his shoulders:
