The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsène Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar. Морис Леблан

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      "I have no definite knowledge, mademoiselle," I replied, "but can not we, ourselves, investigate the mystery quite as well as the detective Ganimard, the personal enemy of Arsène Lupin?"

      "Oh! oh! 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 traveling 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 R."

      "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 traveling alone. First, the Marquis de Raverdan——"

      "Secretary to the American Ambassador," interrupted Miss Nelly. "I know him."

      "Major Rawson," I continued.

      "He is my uncle," some one said.

      "Mon. Rivolta."

      "Here!" exclaimed an Italian, whose face was concealed beneath a heavy black beard.

      Miss Nelly burst into laughter, and exclaimed: "That gentleman can scarcely be called a 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?"

      "Mon. Rozaine. Does anyone 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 Rozaine, 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 others 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 Nelly, 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 Jerland, Miss Nelly's friend, came running towards us in a state of great excitement, exclaiming:

      "My jewels, my pearls! Some one 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 Jerland was taking her tea; in broad daylight, in a stateroom opening on a much frequented corridor; moreover, the thief had been obliged to force open the door of the stateroom, search for the jewel-case, which was hidden at the bottom of a hat-box, open it, select his booty and remove it from the mountings.

      Of course, all the passengers instantly reached the same conclusion; it was the work of Arsène Lupin.

      That day, at the dinner table, the seats to the right and left of Rozaine remained vacant; and, during the evening, it was rumored that the captain had placed him under arrest, which information produced a feeling of safety and relief. We breathed once more. That evening, we resumed our games and dances. Miss Nelly, especially, displayed a spirit of thoughtless gayety which convinced me that if Rozaine'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 ardor that did not seem to displease her.

      But, next day, to our general amazement, Rozaine was at liberty. We learned that the evidence against him was not sufficient. 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 Rozaine, "of course, Arsène 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, Rozaine was promenading on the deck. To which fact, his enemies replied that a man like Arsène Lupin could commit a crime without being actually present. And then, apart from all other circumstances, there remained one point which even the most skeptical could not answer: Who except Rozaine, was traveling alone, was a blonde, and bore a name beginning with R? To whom did the telegram point, if it were not Rozaine?

      And when Rozaine, a few minutes before breakfast, came boldly toward our group, Miss Nelly and Lady Jerland 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 Mon. Louis Rozaine offered a reward of ten thousand francs for the discovery of Arsène Lupin or other person in possession of the stolen jewels.

      "And if no one assists me, I will unmask the scoundrel myself," declared Rozaine.

      Rozaine against Arsène Lupin, or rather, according to current opinion, Arsène Lupin himself against Arsène Lupin; the contest promised to be interesting.

      Nothing developed during the next two days. We saw Rozaine 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 stateroom under the plausible theory that the jewels might be concealed anywhere, except in the СКАЧАТЬ