Arsene Lupin The Collection. Морис Леблан

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      "Hurry up with it," said Victoire in urgent, imperative tones; and Charolais left the room at a run.

      "Oh, what a life you lead!" said Victoire, or, to be exact, she wailed it. "Are you never going to change? You're as white as a sheet… . Can't you speak, dearie?"

      She stooped and lifted his legs on to the couch.

      He stretched himself, and, without opening his eyes, said in a faint voice: "Oh, Victoire, what a fright I've had!"

      "You? You've been frightened?" cried Victoire, amazed.

      "Yes. You needn't tell the others, though. But I've had a night of it … I did play the fool so … I must have been absolutely mad. Once I had changed the coronet under that fat old fool Gournay- Martin's very eyes … once you and Sonia were out of their clutches, all I had to do was to slip away. Did I? Not a hit of it! I stayed there out of sheer bravado, just to score off Guerchard… . And then I … I, who pride myself on being as cool as a cucumber … I did the one thing I ought not to have done… . Instead of going quietly away as the Duke of Charmerace … what do you think I did? … I bolted … I started running … running like a thief… . In about two seconds I saw the slip I had made. It did not take me longer; but that was too long— Guerchard's men were on my track … I was done for."

      "Then Guerchard understood—he recognized you?" said Victoire anxiously.

      "As soon as the first paralysis had passed, Guerchard dared to see clearly … to see the truth," said Lupin. "And then it was a chase. There were ten—fifteen of them on my heels. Out of breath— grunting, furious—a mob—a regular mob. I had passed the night before in a motor-car. I was dead beat. In fact, I was done for before I started … and they were gaining ground all the time."

      "Why didn't you hide?" said Victoire.

      "For a long while they were too close. They must have been within five feet of me. I was done. Then I was crossing one of the bridges… . There was the Seine … handy … I made up my mind that, rather than be taken, I'd make an end of it … I'd throw myself over."

      "Good Lord!—and then?" cried Victoire.

      "Then I had a revulsion of feeling. At any rate, I'd stick it out to the end. I gave myself another minute… one more minute—the last, and I had my revolver on me… but during that minute I put forth every ounce of strength I had left … I began to gain ground … I had them pretty well strung out already … they were blown too. The knowledge gave me back my courage, and I plugged on … my feet did not feel so much as though they were made of lead. I began to run away from them … they were dropping behind … all of them but one … he stuck to me. We went at a jog- trot, a slow jog-trot, for I don't know how long. Then we dropped to a walk—we could run no more; and on we went. My strength and wind began to come back. I suppose my pursuer's did too; for exactly what I expected happened. He gave a yell and dashed for me. I was ready for him. I pretended to start running, and when he was within three yards of me I dropped on one knee, caught his ankles, and chucked him over my head. I don't know whether he broke his neck or not. I hope he did."

      "Splendid!" said Victoire. "Splendid!"

      "Well, there I was, outside Paris, and I'm hanged if I know where. I went on half a mile, and then I rested. Oh, how sleepy I was! I would have given a hundred thousand francs for an hour's sleep— cheerfully. But I dared not let myself sleep. I had to get back here unseen. There were you and Sonia."

      "Sonia? Another woman?" cried Victoire. "Oh, it's then that I'm frightened … when you get a woman mixed up in your game. Always, when you come to grief … when you really get into danger, there's a woman in it."

      "Oh, but she's charming!" protested Lupin.

      "They always are," said Victoire drily. "But go on. Tell me how you got here."

      "Well, I knew it was going to be a tough job, so I took a good rest- -an hour, I should think. And then I started to walk back. I found that I had come a devil of a way—I must have gone at Marathon pace. I walked and walked, and at last I got into Paris, and found myself with still a couple of miles to go. It was all right now; I should soon find a cab. But the luck was dead against me. I heard a man come round the corner of a side-street into a long street I was walking down. He gave a yell, and came bucketing after me. It was that hound Dieusy. He had recognized my figure. Off I went; and the chase began again. I led him a dance, but I couldn't shake him off. All the while I was working my way towards home. Then, just at last, I spurted for all I was worth, got out of his sight, bolted round the corner of the street into the secret entrance, and here I am." He smiled weakly, and added, "Oh, my dear Victoire, what a profession it is!"

      Chapter 21 THE CUTTING OF THE TELEPHONE WIRES

      The door opened, and in came Charolais, bearing a tray.

      "Here's your breakfast, master," he said.

      "Don't call me master—that's how his men address Guerchard. It's a disgusting practice," said Lupin severely.

      Victoire and Charolais were quick laying the table. Charolais kept up a running fire of questions as he did it; but Lupin did not trouble to answer them. He lay back, relaxed, drawing deep breaths. Already his lips had lost their greyness, and were pink; there was a suggestion of blood under the skin of his pale face. They soon had the table laid; and he walked to it on fairly steady feet. He sat down; Charolais whipped off a cover, and said:

      "Anyhow, you've got out of the mess neatly. It was a jolly smart escape."

      "Oh, yes. So far it's all right," said Lupin. "But there's going to be trouble presently—lots of it. I shall want all my wits. We all shall."

      He fell upon his breakfast with the appetite but not the manners of a wolf. Charolais went out of the room. Victoire hovered about him, pouring out his coffee and putting sugar into it.

      "By Jove, how good these eggs are!" he said. "I think that, of all the thousand ways of cooking eggs, en cocotte is the best."

      "Heavens! how empty I was!" he said presently. "What a meal I'm making! It's really a very healthy life, this of mine, Victoire. I feel much better already."

      "Oh, yes; it's all very well to talk," said Victoire, in a scolding tone; for since he was better, she felt, as a good woman should, that the time had come to put in a word out of season. "But, all the same, you're trying to kill yourself—that's what you're doing. Just because you're young you abuse your youth. It won't last for ever; and you'll be sorry you used it up before it's time. And this life of lies and thefts and of all kinds of improper things—I suppose it's going to begin all over again. It's no good your getting a lesson. It's just thrown away upon you."

      "What I want next is a bath," said Lupin.

      "It's all very well your pretending not to listen to me, when you know very well that I'm speaking for your good," she went on, raising her voice a little. "But I tell you that all this is going to end badly. To be a thief gives you no position in the world—no position at all—and when I think of what you made me do the night before last, I'm just horrified at myself."

      "We'd better not talk about that—the mess you made of it! It was positively excruciating!" said Lupin.

      "And what did you expect? I'm an honest woman, I am!" said Victoire sharply. "I wasn't brought up to do things like that, thank goodness! And to begin at СКАЧАТЬ