The Blonde Lady. Leblanc Maurice

buy some jewels … especially diamonds. Did you obtain the one you promised me?"

      "No … no.... I don't know.... I forget...."

      "Oh, yes.... Just try.... Someone you knew was to bring you a coloured diamond.... 'Something like the blue diamond,' I said, laughing, and you answered, 'Exactly. I may have what you want.' Do you remember?"

      She was silent. A little wristbag which she was holding in her hand fell to the ground. She picked it up quickly and pressed it to her. Her fingers trembled a little.

      "Come," said Ganimard. "I see that you do not trust us, Madame de Réal. I will set you a good example and let you see what I have got to show."

      He took a piece of paper from his pocketbook and unfolded it:

      "Here, first of all, is some of the hair of Antoinette Bréhat, torn out by the baron and found clutched in the dead man's hand. I have seen Mlle. de Gerbois: she has most positively recognized the colour of the hair of the blonde lady … the same colour as yours, for that matter … exactly the same colour."

      Mme. de Réal watched him with a stupid expression, as though she really did not grasp the sense of his words. He continued:

      "And now here are two bottles of scent. They are empty, it is true, and have no labels; but enough of the scent still clings to them to have enabled Mlle. Gerbois, this very morning, to recognize the perfume of the blonde lady who accompanied her on her fortnight's excursion. Now, one of these bottles comes from the room which Mme. de Réal occupied at the Château de Crozon and the other from the room which you occupied at the Hôtel Beaurivage."

      "What are you talking about?… The blonde lady … the Château de Crozon...."

      The inspector, without replying, spread four sheets of paper on the table.

      "Lastly," he said, "here, on these four sheets, we have a specimen of the handwriting of Antoinette Bréhat, another of the lady who sent a note to Baron Herschmann during the sale of the blue diamond, another of Mme. de Réal, at the time of her stay at Crozon, and the fourth … your own, madame … your name and address given by yourself to the hall-porter of the Hôtel Beaurivage at Trouville. Now, please compare these four handwritings. They are one and the same."

      "But you are mad, sir, you are mad! What does all this mean?"

      "It means, madame," cried Ganimard, with a great outburst, "that the blonde lady, the friend and accomplice of Arsène Lupin, is none other than yourself."

      He pushed open the door of the next room, rushed at M. Gerbois, shoved him along by the shoulders and, planting him in front of Mme. Réal:

      "M. Gerbois, do you recognize the person who took away your daughter and whom you saw at Maître Detinan's?"

      "No."

      There was a commotion of which every one felt the shock. Ganimard staggered back:

      "No?… Is it possible?… Come, just think...."

      "I have thought.... Madame is fair, like the blonde lady … and pale, like her … but she doesn't resemble her in the least."

      "I can't believe it … a mistake like that is inconceivable.... M. d'Hautrec, do you recognize Antoinette Bréhat?"

      "I have seen Antoinette Bréhat at my uncle's … this is not she."

      "And madame is not Mme. de Réal, either," declared the Comte de Crozon.

      This was the finishing stroke. It stunned Ganimard, who stood motionless, with hanging head and shifting eyes. Of all his contrivances, nothing remained. The whole edifice was tumbling about his shoulders.

      M. Dudouis rose:

      "I must beg you to forgive us, madame. There has been a regrettable confusion of identities, which I will ask you to forget. But what I cannot well understand is your agitation … the strangeness of your manner since you arrived...."