Arsene Lupin. Морис Леблан

did you say she was a thief? That was a silly thing to say."

      "It's my extraordinary sense of humour," said Lupin.

      The door opened and Charolais bustled in: "Shall I clear away the breakfast?" he said.

      Lupin nodded; and then the telephone bell rang. He put his finger on his lips and went to it.

      "Are you there?" he said. "Oh, it's you, Germaine… . Good morning… . Oh, yes, I had a good night—excellent, thank you… . You want to speak to me presently? … You're waiting for me at the Ritz?"

      "Don't go—don't go—it isn't safe," said Victoire, in a whisper.

      "All right, I'll be with you in about half an hour, or perhaps three-quarters. I'm not dressed yet … but I'm ever so much more impatient than you … good-bye for the present." He put the receiver on the stand,

      "It's a trap," said Charolais.

      "Never mind, what if it is? Is it so very serious?" said Lupin. "There'll be nothing but traps now; and if I can find the time I shall certainly go and take a look at that one."

      "And if she knows everything? If she's taking her revenge … if she's getting you there to have you arrested?" said Victoire.

      "Yes, M. Formery is probably at the Ritz with Gournay-Martin. They're probably all of them there, weighing the coronet," said Lupin, with a chuckle.

      He hesitated a moment, reflecting; then he said, "How silly you are! If they wanted to arrest me, if they had the material proof which they haven't got, Guerchard would be here already!"

      "Then why did they chase you last night?" said Charolais.

      "The coronet," said Lupin. "Wasn't that reason enough? But, as it turned out, they didn't catch me: and when the detectives did come here, they disturbed me in my sleep. And that me was ever so much more me than the man they followed. And then the proofs … they must have proofs. There aren't any—or rather, what there are, I've got!" He pointed to a small safe let into the wall. "In that safe are the coronet, and, above all, the death certificate of the Duke of Charmerace … everything that Guerchard must have to induce M. Formery to proceed. But still, there is a risk—I think I'd better have those things handy in case I have to bolt."

      He went into his bedroom and came back with the key of the safe and a kit-bag. He opened the safe and took out the coronet, the real coronet of the Princesse de Lamballe, and along with it a pocket- book with a few papers in it. He set the pocket-book on the table, ready to put in his coat-pocket when he should have dressed, and dropped the coronet into the kit-bag.

      "I'm glad I have that death certificate; it makes it much safer," he said. "If ever they do nab me, I don't wish that rascal Guerchard to accuse me of having murdered the Duke. It might prejudice me badly. I've not murdered anybody yet."

      "That comes of having a good heart," said Victoire proudly.

      "Not even the Duke of Charmerace," said Charolais sadly. "And it would have been so easy when he was ill—just one little draught. And he was in such a perfect place—so out of the way—no doctors."

      "You do have such disgusting ideas, Charolais," said Lupin, in a tone of severe reproof.

      "Instead of which you went and saved his life," said Charolais, in a tone of deep discontent; and he went on clearing the table.

      "I did, I did: I had grown quite fond of him," said Lupin, with a meditative air. "For one thing, he was so very like one. I'm not sure that he wasn't even better-looking."

      "No; he was just like you," said Victoire, with decision. "Any one would have said you were twin brothers."

      "It gave me quite a shock the first time I saw his portrait," said Lupin. "You remember, Charolais? It was three years ago, the day, or rather the night, of the first Gournay-Martin burglary at Charmerace. Do you remember?"

      "Do I remember?" said Charolais. "It was I who pointed out the likeness to you. I said, 'He's the very spit of you, master.' And you said, 'There's something to be done with that, Charolais.' And then off you started for the ice and snow and found the Duke, and became his friend; and then he went and died, not that you'd have helped him to, if he hadn't."

      "Poor Charmerace. He was indeed grand seigneur. With him a great name was about to be extinguished… . Did I hesitate? … No… . I continued it," said Lupin.

      He paused and looked at the clock. "A quarter to eight," he said, hesitating. "Shall I telephone to Sonia, or shall I not? Oh, there's no hurry; let the poor child sleep on. She must be worn out after that night-journey and that cursed Guerchard's persecution yesterday. I'll dress first, and telephone to her afterwards. I'd better be getting dressed, by the way. The work I've got to do can't be done in pyjamas. I wish it could; for bed's the place for me. My wits aren't quite as clear as I could wish them to deal with an awkward business like this. Well, I must do the best I can with them."

      He yawned and went to the bedroom, leaving the pocket-book on the table.

      "Bring my shaving-water, Charolais, and shave me," he said, pausing; and he went into the bedroom and shut the door.

      "Ah," said Victoire sadly, "what a pity it is! A few years ago he would have gone to the Crusades; and to-day he steals coronets. What a pity it is!"

      "I think myself that the best thing we can do is to pack up our belongings," said Charolais. "And I don't think we've much time to do it either. This particular game is at an end, you may take it from me."

      "I hope to goodness it is: I want to get back to the country," said Victoire.

      He took up the tray; and they went out of the room. On the landing they separated; she went upstairs and he went down. Presently he came up with the shaving water and shaved his master; for in the house in University Street he discharged the double functions of valet and butler. He had just finished his task when there came a ring at the front-door bell.

      "You'd better go and see who it is," said Lupin.

      "Bernard is answering the door," said Charolais. "But perhaps I'd better keep an eye on it myself; one never knows."

      He put away the razor leisurely, and went. On the stairs he found Bonavent, mounting—Bonavent, disguised in the livery and fierce moustache of a porter from the Ritz.

      "Why didn't you come to the servants' entrance?" said Charolais, with the truculent air of the servant of a duke and a stickler for his master's dignity.

      "I didn't know that there was one," said Bonavent humbly. "Well, you ought to have known that there was; and it's plain enough to see. What is it you want?" said Charolais.

      "I've brought a letter—a letter for the Duke of Charmerace," said Bonavent.

      "Give it to me," said Charolais. "I'll take it to him."

      "No, no; I'm to give it into the hands of the Duke himself and to nobody else," said Bonavent.

      "Well, in that case, you'll have to wait till he's finished dressing," said Charolais.

      They went on up to the stairs into the ante-room. Bonavent was walking straight into the smoking-room.

      "Here! where are you going to? Wait here," said Charolais quickly. "Take a chair; sit down."

      Bonavent sat down with a very stolid air, and Charolais looked at him doubtfully, in two minds whether to leave him there alone or not. Before he had decided there came a thundering knock on the front door, not only loud but protracted. Charolais looked round with a scared air; and then ran out of the room and down the stairs.

      On the instant Bonavent was on his feet, and very far from stolid. He opened the door of the smoking-room very gently and peered in. It was empty. He slipped noiselessly across the room, a pair of clippers ready in his hand, and cut the wires of the telephone. His quick eye glanced round the room and fell on the pocket-book on the table. He snatched it up, and slipped it into the breast of his tunic. He had scarcely done it—one button of his tunic was still to fasten—when the bedroom door opened, and Lupin came out: