The Blonde Lady. Морис Леблан

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      "Do you think so?"

      Arsène Lupin raised the blind:

      "I doubt if M. Gerbois is capable of throwing Ganimard off the scent. … What did I tell you? There he is, the dear old chap!"

      "Impossible!" cried the professor. "I swear to you, though. … "

      "That you have not betrayed me? … I don't doubt it, but the fellows are clever. Look, there's Folenfant! … And Gréaume! … And Dieuzy! … All my best pals, what?"

      Maître Detinan looked at him in surprise. What calmness! He was laughing with a happy laugh, as though he were amusing himself at some child's game, with no danger threatening him.

      This carelessness did even more than the sight of the detectives to reassure the lawyer. He moved away from the table on which the bank-notes lay.

      Arsène Lupin took up the two bundles one after the other, counted twenty-five notes from each of them and, handing the lawyer the fifty bank-notes thus obtained, said:

      "M. Gerbois' share of your fee, my dear maître, and Arsène Lupin's. We owe you that."

      "You owe me nothing," said Maître Detinan.

      "What! After all the trouble we've given you!"

      "You forget the pleasure it has been to me to take that trouble."

      "You mean to say, my dear maître, that you refuse to accept anything from Arsène Lupin. That's the worst," he sighed, "of having a bad reputation." He held out the fifty thousand francs to the professor. "Monsieur, let me give you this in memory of our pleasant meeting: it will be my wedding-present to Mlle. Gerbois."

      M. Gerbois snatched at the notes, but protested:

      "My daughter is not being married."

      "She can't be married if you refuse your consent. But she is dying to be married."

      "What do you know about it?"

      "I know that young ladies often cherish dreams without Papa's consent. Fortunately, there are good geniuses, called Arsène Lupin, who discover the secret of those charming souls hidden away in their writing-desks."

      "Did you discover nothing else?" asked Maître Detinan. "I confess that I am very curious to know why that desk was the object of your attentions."

      "Historical reasons, my dear maître. Although, contrary to M. Gerbois' opinion, it contained no treasure beyond the lottery-ticket, of which I did not know, I wanted it and had been looking for it for some time. The desk, which is made of yew and mahogany, decorated with acanthus-leaf capitals, was found in Marie Walewska's discreet little house at Boulogne-sur-Seine and has an inscription on one of the drawers: 'Dedicated to Napoleon I., Emperor of the French, by his most faithful servant, Mancion.' Underneath are these words, carved with the point of a knife: 'Thine, Marie.' Napoleon had it copied afterward for the Empress Josephine, so that the writing-desk which people used to admire at the Malmaison and which they still admire at the Garde-Meuble is only an imperfect copy of the one which now forms part of my collection."

      M. Gerbois sighed:

      "Oh, dear! If I had only known this at the shop, how willingly I would have let you have it!"

      Arsène Lupin laughed:

      "Yes; and you would, besides, have had the appreciable advantage of keeping the whole of number 514, series 23, for yourself."

      "And you would not have thought of kidnapping my daughter, whom all this business must needs have upset."

      "All what business?"

      "The abduction … "

      "But, my dear sir, you are quite mistaken. Mlle. Gerbois was not abducted."

      "My daughter was not abducted!"

      "Not at all. Kidnapping, abduction implies violence. Now Mlle. Gerbois acted as a hostage of her own free will."

      "Of her own free will!" repeated the professor, in confusion.

      "And almost at her own request! Why, a quick-witted young lady like Mlle. Gerbois, who, moreover, harbours a secret passion at the bottom of her heart, was hardly likely to refuse the opportunity of securing her dowry. Oh, I assure you it was easy enough to make her understand that there was no other way of overcoming your resistance!"

      Maître Detanin was greatly amused. He put in:

      "You must have found a difficulty in coming to terms. I can't believe that Mlle. Gerbois allowed you to speak to her."

      "I didn't. I have not even the honour of knowing her. A lady of my acquaintance was good enough to undertake the negotiations."

      "The blonde lady in the motor-car, I suppose?" said Maître Detinan.

      "Just so. Everything was settled at the first interview near the college. Since then, Mlle. Gerbois and her new friend have been abroad, have visited Belgium and Holland in the most agreeable and instructive manner for a young girl. However, she will tell you everything herself. … "

      The hall-door bell rang: three rings in quick succession, then a single ring, then another single ring.

      "There she is," said Lupin. "My dear maître, if you would not mind. … "

      The lawyer ran to open the door.

      Two young women entered. One of them flung herself into M. Gerbois' arms. The other went up to Lupin. She was tall and shapely, with a very pale face, and her fair hair, which glittered like gold, was parted into two loosely waved bandeaux. Dressed in black, wearing no ornament beyond a five-fold jet necklace, she nevertheless struck a note of elegance and refinement.

      Arsène Lupin spoke a few words to her and then, bowing to Mlle. Gerbois, said:

      "I must apologize to you, mademoiselle, for all this annoyance; but I hope, nevertheless, that you have not been too unhappy. … "

      "Unhappy! I should even have been very happy, if it had not been for my poor father."

      "Then all is for the best. Embrace him once more and take the opportunity—you will never have a better—of speaking to him about your cousin."

      "My cousin? … What do you mean? … I don't understand. … "

      "Oh, I think you understand. … Your cousin Philippe … the young man whose letters you kept so preciously. … "

      Suzanne blushed, lost countenance and then, taking Lupin's advice, threw herself once more into her father's arms.

      Lupin looked at them both with a melting eye:

      "Ah, we are always rewarded for doing good! What a touching sight! Happy father! Happy СКАЧАТЬ