The Arsene Lupin MEGAPACK ®. Морис Леблан

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      “But, monsieur, you have given up the room.”

      “I gave it up? When?”

      “This morning, by the letter your friend brought here.”

      “What friend?”

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

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

      “Good Lord!” he muttered, “this is another of his tricks,” and he added, aloud: “Where is my luggage?”

      “Your friend took it.”

      “Ah!…and you gave it to him?”

      “Certainly; on the strength of your letter and card.”

      “Of course…of course.”

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

      At Rond-Point, Sherlock Holmes lighted his pipe. Then Wilson spoke:

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

      Holmes stopped, as he replied:

      “Wilson, I was thinking of your card.”

      “Well!”

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

      “Well!”

      “Well, Wilson, to overcome an enemy so well prepared and so thoroughly equipped requires the infinite shrewdness of…of a Sherlock Holmes. And yet, as you have seen, Wilson, I have lost the first round.”

      * * * *

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

      “This morning Mon. Thenard, commissary of police in the sixteenth district, released Sherlock Holmes and his friend Wilson, both of whom had been locked in the house of the late Baron d’Hautrec, where they spent a very pleasant night—thanks to the thoughtful care and attention of Arsène Lupin.”

      “In addition to their other troubles, these gentlemen have been robbed of their valises, and, in consequence thereof, they have entered a formal complaint against Arsène Lupin.”

      “Arsène Lupin, satisfied that he has given them a mild reproof, hopes these gentlemen will not force him to resort to more stringent measures.”

      “Bah!” exclaimed Sherlock Holmes, crushing the paper in his hands, “that is only child’s play! And that is the only criticism I have to make of Arsène Lupin: he plays to the gallery. There is that much of the fakir in him.”

      “Ah! Holmes, you are a wonderful man! You have such a command over your temper. Nothing ever disturbs you.”

      “No, nothing disturbs me,” replied Holmes, in a voice that trembled from rage; “besides, what’s the use of losing my temper?… I am quite confident of the final result; I shall have the last word.”

      CHAPTER IV.

      LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS.

      However well-tempered a man’s character may be—and Sherlock Holmes is one of those men over whom ill-fortune has little or no hold—there are circumstances wherein the most courageous combatant feels the necessity of marshaling his forces before risking the chances of a battle.

      “I shall take a vacation today,” said Holmes.

      “And what shall I do?” asked Wilson.

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

      “Very well, Holmes, I will watch while you sleep.”

      Wilson uttered these words with all the importance of a sentinel on guard at the outpost, and therefore exposed to the greatest danger. His chest was expanded; his muscles were tense. Assuming a shrewd look, he scrutinized, officially, the little room in which they had fixed their abode.

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

      “And even before that, if possible. But have we sufficient time?”

      “Nine days, dear boy. That is five too many.”

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

      “Wilson, I am ready. Let us attack the enemy.”

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

      In the first place, Holmes had three long and important interviews: With Monsieur Detinan, whose rooms he examined with the greatest care and precision; with Suzanne Gerbois, whom he questioned in regard to the blonde Lady; and with Sister Auguste, who had retired to the convent of the Visitandines since the murder of Baron d’Hautrec.

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

      “Satisfactory?”

      “Quite so.”

      “I was sure we were on the right track.”

      They paid a visit to the two houses adjoining that of the late Baron d’Hautrec in the avenue Henri-Martin; then they visited the rue Clapeyron, and, while he was examining the front of number 25, Holmes said:

      “All these houses must be connected by secret passages, but I can’t find them.”

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

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

      “But what about the secret passages?”

      “They must exist. But even though I should discover them, and thus learn how Arsène Lupin СКАЧАТЬ