The Greatest Adventures of Arsène Lupin (Boxed-Set). Морис Леблан

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      "Perhaps not—perhaps not—still—" said the Duke, and stopped.

      The expression of wonder faded from Guerchard's face, and he went on, "Well, Herlock Sholmes recovered the Blue Diamond, and Ganimard nabbed Lupin. He held him for ten minutes, then Lupin escaped."

      "What became of the fair-haired lady?" said the Duke.

      "I don't know. I have heard that she is dead," said Guerchard. "Now I come to think of it, I heard quite definitely that she died."

      "It must be awful for a woman to love a man like Lupin—the constant, wearing anxiety," said the Duke thoughtfully.

      "I dare say. Yet he can have his pick of sweethearts. I've been offered thousands of francs by women—women of your Grace's world and wealthy Viennese—to make them acquainted with Lupin," said Guerchard.

      "You don't surprise me," said the Duke with his ironic smile. "Women never do stop to think—where one of their heroes is concerned. And did you do it?"

      "How could I? If I only could! If I could find Lupin entangled with a woman like Ganimard did—well—" said Guerchard between his teeth.

      "He'd never get out of YOUR clutches," said the Duke with conviction.

      "I think not—I think not," said Guerchard grimly. "But come, I may as well get on."

      He walked across the turf to the foot of the ladder and looked at the footprints round it. He made but a cursory examination of them, and took his way down the garden-path, out of the door in the wall into the space about the house that was building. He was not long examining it, and he went right through it out into the street on which the house would face when it was finished. He looked up and down it, and began to retrace his footsteps.

      "I've seen all I want to see out here. We may as well go back to the house," he said to the Duke.

      "I hope you've seen what you expected to see," said the Duke.

      "Exactly what I expected to see—exactly," said Guerchard.

      "That's as it should be," said the Duke.

      They went back to the house and found M. Formery in the drawing-room, still engaged in the process of reconstruction.

      "The thing to do now is to hunt the neighbourhood for witnesses of the departure of the burglars with their booty. Loaded as they were with such bulky objects, they must have had a big conveyance. Somebody must have noticed it. They must have wondered why it was standing in front of a half-built house. Somebody may have actually seen the burglars loading it, though it was so early in the morning. Bonavent had better inquire at every house in the street on which that half-built house faces. Did you happen to notice the name of it?" said M. Formery.

      "It's Sureau Street," said Guerchard. "But Dieusy has been hunting the neighbourhood for some one who saw the burglars loading their conveyance, or saw it waiting to be loaded, for the last hour."

      "Good," said M. Formery. "We are getting on."

      M. Formery was silent. Guerchard and the Duke sat down and lighted cigarettes.

      "You found plenty of traces," said M. Formery, waving his hand towards the window.

      "Yes; I've found plenty of traces," said Guerchard.

      "Of Lupin?" said M. Formery, with a faint sneer.

      "No; not of Lupin," said Guerchard.

      A smile of warm satisfaction illumined M. Formery's face:

      "What did I tell you?" he said. "I'm glad that you've changed your mind about that."

      "I have hardly changed my mind," said Guerchard, in his husky, gentle voice.

      There came a loud knocking on the front door, the sound of excited voices on the stairs. The door opened, and in burst M. Gournay-Martin. He took one glance round the devastated room, raised his clenched hands towards the ceiling, and bellowed, "The scoundrels! the dirty scoundrels!" And his voice stuck in his throat. He tottered across the room to a couch, dropped heavily to it, gazed round the scene of desolation, and burst into tears.

      Germaine and Sonia came into the room. The Duke stepped forward to greet them.

      "Do stop crying, papa. You're as hoarse as a crow as it is," said Germaine impatiently. Then, turning on the Duke with a frown, she said: "I think that joke of yours about the train was simply disgraceful, Jacques. A joke's a joke, but to send us out to the station on a night like last night, through all that heavy rain, when you knew all the time that there was no quarter-to-nine train—it was simply disgraceful."

      "I really don't know what you're talking about," said the Duke quietly. "Wasn't there a quarter-to-nine train?"

      "Of course there wasn't," said Germaine. "The time-table was years old. I think it was the most senseless attempt at a joke I ever heard of."

      "It doesn't seem to me to be a joke at all," said the Duke quietly. "At any rate, it isn't the kind of a joke I make—it would be detestable. I never thought to look at the date of the time-table. I keep a box of cigarettes in that drawer, and I have noticed the time-table there. Of course, it may have been lying there for years. It was stupid of me not to look at the date."

      "I said it was a mistake. I was sure that his Grace would not do anything so unkind as that," said Sonia.

      The Duke smiled at her.

      "Well, all I can say is, it was very stupid of you not to look at the date," said Germaine.

      M. Gournay-Martin rose to his feet and wailed, in the most heartrending fashion: "My pictures! My wonderful pictures! Such investments! And my cabinets! My Renaissance cabinets! They can't be replaced! They were unique! They were worth a hundred and fifty thousand francs."

      M. Formery stepped forward with an air and said, "I am distressed, M. Gournay-Martin—truly distressed by your loss. I am M. Formery, examining magistrate."

      "It is a tragedy, M. Formery—a tragedy!" groaned the millionaire.

      "Do not let it upset you too much. We shall find your masterpieces—we shall find them. Only give us time," said M. Formery in a tone of warm encouragement.

      The face of the millionaire brightened a little.

      "And, after all, you have the consolation, that the burglars did not get hold of the gem of your collection. They have not stolen the coronet of the Princesse de Lamballe," said M. Formery.

      "No," said the Duke. "They have not touched this safe. It is unopened."

      "What has that got to do with it?" growled the millionaire quickly. "That safe is empty."

      "Empty ... but your coronet?" cried the Duke.

      "Good heavens! Then they HAVE stolen it," cried the millionaire hoarsely, in a panic-stricken voice.

      "But they can't have—this safe hasn't been touched," said the Duke.

      "But the coronet never was in that safe. СКАЧАТЬ