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He ran to Caudebec. Ganimard was fishing in the same place, sitting on a folding chair. Without a word, he handed him the telegram. Ganimard laid down his line, turned to him, and, with arms folded on his chest, cried impatiently:.
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It must have at his command a band … Are you sure of your servants? I want to inform by mail two guys of my friends that will give us more security … Now go, to not be seen together. The next day, date fixed by Arsene Lupin, Baron Cahorn picked its panoply, prepares its defenses, and walked around Malaquis. He sees nothing equivocal. That evening at half past eight, he sent his servants. They lived in a wing front on the road, but a little behind, and at the end of the castle. Once alone, he quietly opened the four doors. After a while he heard footsteps approaching. Ganimard presented his two assistants, big strong guys, bull-necked and powerful hands, then asked some explanation.
Having realized the layout of the place, he carefully closed and barricaded all the entrances through which one could enter the threatened rooms. He inspected the walls, raised the tapestries, and finally settled its guys in the central gallery. We are not here to sleep. At the least alarm, open the windows of the court and call me. Beware also on the side of the water. Ten meters right cliff, for devils of their caliber, it does not frighten.
He had chosen, to spend the night, a small piece within the thickness of the boundary walls, between the two main gates, and which became this way the redoubt of the watchman. A peephole opened on deck, another on the court. In one corner could be seen something like the opening of a well. I will tell the story to my friend Lupin, he will held his sides with laughter. The baron did not laugh. The ear listening, he questioned the silence with increasing concern.
From time to time he leaned over the well and plunged into the gaping hole an anxious eye. Also, Monsieur Baron, in your place, I would sleep … as I will have the honor of doing it again. That was the only warning. Ganimard was able to resume his interrupted nap, and the Baron could hear her sound and steady snoring.
At dawn, they left their cells. A great serene peace, the peace of the morning on the banks of fresh water, surrounded the castle. Cahorn radiant with joy, Ganimard always peaceful, they went up the stairs. Basically, I would not have accepted … I am ashamed ….
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He stammered, choking with outstretched hand toward the empty places, toward the denuded walls where pointed nails, where hung unnecessary strings. He ran from one place to another, frightened, desperate. He recalled his purchase price, added up the losses, accumulated figures, all jumbled in indistinct words in unfinished sentences.
He stamped his feet, he convulsed, mad with rage and pain. It looked like a ruined man who only has to shoot himself. If anything could have consoled would have been to see the amazement of Ganimard.
Unlike the baron, the inspector did not move. He seemed petrified, and a vague eye he examined things. No breach in the ceiling.
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No hole in the floor. The order was perfect. All this had to be done methodically, after an inexorable and logically plan. Suddenly he leaped to the two agents, as if the anger finally shook, and he furiously shoved and insulted them. They never woke up! He leaned on them and, in turn, watched them carefully: It is a blow of his way. The claw is well. But you can see for yourself … Here, right now, you could search an indice, find something, you do not even move.
But, my dear Monsieur, Arsene Lupin never leaves anything behind him! There is no chance with Arsene Lupin! I am wondering if it is not voluntarily he was arrested by me, in America! But these are the pearls of my collection that he robbed. I would give a fortune to find them.
If we can do nothing against him, he tells the price! Both officers gradually regained knowledge with this numbly of those coming out of the hypnotic sleep. They opened astonished eyes, they sought to understand. When Ganimard questioned them, they remembered nothing.
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This is not five minutes that we solve the problems of Arsene Lupin. I swear that I will re-arrest him. He wins the second round. Mine next, the best! This complaint, the baron often regretted when he saw the Malaquis delivered to the police, the prosecutor, the investigating judge, journalists and all curious that creep anywhere they should not be. The case already fascinated the public. It happened in such special conditions, the name of Arsene Lupin excited the imagination to such an extent that the most fantastic stories filled newspaper columns and found credence with the public.
Immediately fabulous explanations were proposed. It recalled the existence of the famous subterranean. And the prosecutor, influenced, pushed his research in this direction. They searched the castle from top to bottom. They searched each of the stones. They studied the woodwork and fireplaces, the frames of the ice caps and beamed ceilings. In the light of torches, they examined the immense cellars where the lords of Malaquis once piled ammunition and provisions. They probed the bowels of the rock. It was in vain. They did not discover the least vestige underground. There was point secret passage.
OK, they answered on all sides, but furniture and paintings do not disappear like ghosts. It goes through doors and windows, and people take it by force, creep and also go through doors and windows. What are these people? How were they introduced? And how are they gone? Prosecutors in Rouen, convinced of his impotence, solicited the aid of Parisian agents.
Dudouis, the chief detective, sent his best sleuths of the iron brigade. Himself made a stay of forty-eight hours in Malaquis. He then summoned the chief inspector Ganimard which he so often had the opportunity to value his services. Ganimard listened silently to the instructions of his superior and then, shaking his head, he said:. He is monitored, I grant you. But even if I would have shackles, wrists tied with ropes and a gag over her mouth, I did not change my mind. But now, no attempt in underground, stone turning on a pivot, and other nonsense of this caliber.
Our man does not employ such old methods. It is the way of today, or rather tomorrow. Returning from America we maintained, during the voyage, excellent relationships, and I dare to say he has some sympathy for the one who was able to stop him. If he can give me information without compromising himself, he will not hesitate to save me a useless trip.
It was a little past noon when Ganimard was introduced into the cell of Arsene Lupin.
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The latter, lying on his bed, raised his head and uttered a cry of joy. Ganimard is our best detective. N ot a glass of beer! Damn, what the government wants me! It would be so easy! But I chat, I say nonsense, and you may be squeezed. Come to the point, Ganimard! What I owe the honor of a visit? A second … I have so much business! F irst let me find in my brain the record of the case Cahorn … Ah!
Believe me , it is all of little importance. But it is enough that the case interests you … Speak, Ganimard. I read the papers this morning. I would even venture to say that you do not advance quickly. I must even have the receipts somewhere. Arsene opened the drawer of a small white wooden table that consisted with the bed and the ladder all the furniture of his cell, took two scraps of paper and handed them to Ganimard. Or you read the newspapers, you collect receipts from the post …. T hese people are so stupid! They undo the lining of my jacket, they explore the soles of my boots, they listen the walls of this room, but no one would think Arsene Lupin is silly enough to choose a n easier hiding place.
It is on this that I counted. Come on, tell me the adventure. A s you go! You learn all my secrets … reveal my quick tips … This is serious. Well, I assure you, Ganimard, I thought you stronger. Do I linger with these trifles, I, Arsene Lupin! Is what I would have written this letter if I could have robbed the baron without writing him? But so understand, you and others, that this letter is the essential starting point, the spring which set the whole machine in motion. Now, proceed in order and prepare together, if you want, the burglar of Malaquis.
Will I give up and renounce the treasures that I covet , pretext ing that the castle that contains them is inaccessible? Suppose that one day, the said owner receives a letter warning him about a frame against him by a named Arsene Lupin, known burglar. What will he do? So, panic of the man, who is willing to ask for help to the first comer, is it not? Or, and this is the most likely hypothesis, it runs, wriggling. And here my Cahorn imploring, for assistance against me, one of my friends!
Thereupon, dispatch of Arsene Lupin. The Baron, terrorized, is begging again my friend, and it offers so much to ensure his salvation. The said friend accepts, takes two guys within our band, which, at night, while Cahorn is kept in sight by his protector, move through the window a number of objects and let them slide, using ropes in a nice little boat chartered ad hoc. But I see no policeman enough known that his name could attract, suggest the Baron at this point. And now what is delicious: I arrest Ganimard by means of Ganimard!
Arsene Lupin laughed good heart. The inspector, rather vexed, bit his lips. The joke did not seem to merit such access of joy. The arrival of a guard gave him time to recover. The man brought the meal to Arsene Lupin, by special favor, from the nearby restaurant. Having deposited the tray on the table, he withdrew. Arsene settled, broke his bread, ate a couple of bites and continued:. Dudouis knows more than I do for myself?
You will learn that Ganimard — excuse me — that the pseudo-Ganimard remained on very good terms with the baron. This one, and this is the main reason why he has confessed nothing, he made pseudo-Ganimard responsible for the very delicate task of negotiating a deal with me, and at the present time, for a fee, it is probable that the Baron returned in possession of his beloved trinkets. In return for which it will withdraw its complaint. So, no more theft. So it will be necessary to abandon the prosecution…. Out of politeness, I did not want to read it in your presence. But if I may ….
Mechanically, Ganimard obeyed, and broke the egg with the blade of a knife. A gasp escaped him. The shell, empty, contained a sheet of blue paper. On the prayer of Arsene, he unfolded it. It was a telegram, or rather a part of a telegram which had been torn indications of mail. If you knew my budget … a budget of a great city! His bad mood had dissipated.