CHAPTER IX. IN THE DARK
An hotel bedroom at Amiens.
Lupin was recovering a little consciousness for the first time. Clarisseand the Masher were seated by his bedside.
Both were talking; and Lupin listened to them, without opening his eyes.He learned that they had feared for his life, but that all danger wasnow removed. Next, in the course of the conversation, he caught certainwords that revealed to him what had happened in the tragic night atMortepierre: Daubrecq's descent; the dismay of the accomplices, whenthey saw that it was not the governor; then the short struggle: Clarisseflinging herself on Daubrecq and receiving a wound in the shoulder;Daubrecq leaping to the bank; the Growler firing two revolver-shots anddarting off in pursuit of him; the Masher clambering up the ladder andfinding the governor in a swoon:
"True as I live," said the Masher, "I can't make out even now how he didnot roll over. There was a sort of hollow at that place, but it was asloping hollow; and, half dead as he was, he must have hung on with histen fingers. Crikey, it was time I came!"
Lupin listened, listened in despair. He collected his strength to graspand understand the words. But suddenly a terrible sentence was uttered:Clarisse, weeping, spoke of the eighteen days that had elapsed, eighteenmore days lost to Gilbert's safety.
Eighteen days! The figure terrified Lupin. He felt that all was over,that he would never be able to recover his strength and resume thestruggle and that Gilbert and Vaucheray were doomed... His brain slippedaway from him. The fever returned and the delirium.
And more days came and went. It was perhaps the time of his life ofwhich Lupin speaks with the greatest horror. He retained just enoughconsciousness and had sufficiently lucid moments to realize the positionexactly. But he was not able to coordinate his ideas, to follow a lineof argument nor to instruct or forbid his friends to adopt this or thatline of conduct.
Often, when he emerged from his torpor, he found his hand in Clarisse'sand, in that half-slumbering condition in which a fever keeps you, hewould address strange words to her, words of love and passion, imploringher and thanking her and blessing her for all the light and joy whichshe had brought into his darkness.
Then, growing calmer and not fully understanding what he had said, hetried to jest:
"I have been delirious, have I not? What a heap of nonsense I must havetalked!"
But Lupin felt by Clarisse's silence that he could safely talk as muchnonsense as ever his fever suggested to him. She did not hear. Thecare and attention which she lavished on the patient, her devotion, hervigilance, her alarm at the least relapse: all this was meant not forhim, but for the possible saviour of Gilbert. She anxiously watched theprogress of his convalescence. How soon would he be fit to resume thecampaign? Was it not madness to linger by his side, when every daycarried away a little hope?
Lupin never ceased repeating to himself, with the inward belief that, byso doing, he could influence the course of his illness:
"I will get well... I will get well..."
And he lay for days on end without moving, so as not to disturb thedressing of his wound nor increase the excitement of his nerves in thesmallest degree.
He also strove not to think of Daubrecq. But the image of his direadversary haunted him; and he reconstituted the various phases of theescape, the descent of the cliff.... One day, struck by a terriblememory, he exclaimed:
"The list! The list of the Twenty-seven! Daubrecq must have it by now...or else d'Albufex. It was on the table!"
Clarisse reassured him:
"No one can have taken it," she declared. "The Growler was in Paris thatsame day, with a note from me for Prasville, entreating him to redoublehis watch in the Square Lamartine, so that no one should enter,especially d'Albufex..."
"But Daubrecq?"
"He is wounded. He cannot have gone home."
"Ah, well," he said, "that's all right!... But you too were wounded..."
"A mere scratch on the shoulder."
Lupin was easier in his mind after these revelations. Nevertheless, hewas pursued by stubborn notions which he was unable either to drive fromhis brain or to put into words. Above all, he thought incessantly ofthat name of "Marie" which Daubrecq's sufferings had drawn from him.What did the name refer to? Was it the title of one of the books on theshelves, or a part of the title? Would the book in question supply thekey to the mystery? Or was it the combination word of a safe? Was it aseries of letters written somewhere: on a wall, on a paper, on a woodenpanel, on the mount of a drawing, on an invoice?
These questions, to which he was unable to find a reply, obsessed andexhausted him.
One morning Arsene Lupin woke feeling a great deal better. The wound wasclosed, the temperature almost normal. The doctor, a personal friend,who came every day from Paris, promised that he might get up two dayslater. And, on that day, in the absence of his accomplices and ofMme. Mergy, all three of whom had left two days before, in quest ofinformation, he had himself moved to the open window.
He felt life return to him with the sunlight, with the balmy air thatannounced the approach of spring. He recovered the concatenation ofhis ideas; and facts once more took their place in his brain in theirlogical sequence and in accordance with their relations one to theother.
In the evening he received a telegram from Clarisse to say that thingswere going badly and that she, the Growler and the Masher were allstaying in Paris. He was much disturbed by this wire and had a lessquiet night. What could the news be that had given rise to Clarisse'stelegram?
But, the next day, she arrived in his room looking very pale, her eyesred with weeping, and, utterly worn out, dropped into a chair:
"The appeal has been rejected," she stammered.
He mastered his emotion and asked, in a voice of surprise:
"Were you relying on that?"
"No, no," she said, "but, all the same... one hopes in spite of one'sself."
"Was it rejected yesterday?"
"A week ago. The Masher kept it from me; and I have not dared to readthe papers lately."
"There is always the commutation of sentence," he suggested.
"The commutation? Do you imagine that they will commute the sentence ofArsene Lupin's accomplices?"
She ejaculated the words with a violence and a bitterness which hepretended not to notice; and he said:
"Vaucheray perhaps not... But they will take pity on Gilbert, on hisyouth..."
"They will do nothing of the sort."
"How do you know?"
"I have seen his counsel."
"You have seen his counsel! And you told him..."
"I told him that I was Gilbert's mother and I asked him whether, byproclaiming my son's identity, we could not influence the result... orat least delay it."
"You would do that?" he whispered. "You would admit..."
"Gilbert's life comes before everything. What do I care about my name!What do I care about my husband's name!"
"And your little Jacques?" he objected. "Have you the right to ruinJacques, to make him the brother of a man condemned to death?"
She hung her head. And he resumed:
"What did the counsel say?"
"He said that an act of that sort would not help Gilbert in the remotestdegree. And, in spite of all his protests, I could see that, as faras he was concerned, he had no illusions left and that the pardoningcommission are bound to find in favour of the execution."
"The commission, I grant you; but what of the president of theRepublic?"
"The president always goes by the advice of the commission."
"He will not do so this time."
"And why not?"
"Because we shall bring influence to bear upon him."
"How?"
"By the conditional surrender of the list of the Twenty-seven!"
"Have you it?"
"No, but I shall have it."
His certainty had not wavered. He made the statement with equal calmnessand faith in the infinite power of his will.
"If d'Albufex has not purloined the list, one man alone can exercise anyinfluence; one man alone: Daubrecq."
She spoke these words in a low and absent voice that made him shudder.Was she still thinking, as he had often seemed to feel, of going back toDaubrecq and paying him for Gilbert's life?
"You have sworn an oath to me," he said. "I'm reminding you of it. Itwas agreed that the struggle with Daubrecq should be directed by me andthat there would never be a possibility of any arrangement between youand him."
She retorted:
"I don't even know where he is. If I knew, wouldn't you know?"
It was an evasive answer. But he did not insist, resolving to watch herat the opportune time; and he asked her, for he had not yet been toldall the details:
"Then it's not known what became of Daubrecq?"
"No. Of course, one of the Growler's bullets struck him. For, next day,we picked up, in a coppice, a handkerchief covered with blood. Also,it seems that a man was seen at Aumale Station, looking very tired andwalking with great difficulty. He took a ticket for Paris, stepped intothe first train and that is all..."
"He must be seriously wounded," said Lupin, "and he is nursing himselfin some safe retreat. Perhaps, also, he considers it wise to lie low fora few weeks and avoid any traps on the part of the police, d'Albufex,you, myself and all his other enemies."
He stopped to think and continued:
"What has happened at Mortepierre since Daubrecq's escape? Has therebeen no talk in the neighbourhood?"
"No, the rope was removed before daybreak, which proves that Sebastianior his sons discovered Daubrecq's flight on the same night. Sebastianiwas away the whole of the next day."
"Yes, he will have informed the marquis. And where is the marquishimself?"
"At home. And, from what the Growler has heard, there is nothingsuspicious there either."
"Are they certain that he has not been inside Daubrecq's house?"
"As certain as they can be."
"Nor Daubrecq?"
"Nor Daubrecq."
"Have you seen Prasville?"
"Prasville is away on leave. But Chief-inspector Blanchon, who hascharge of the case, and the detectives who are guarding the housedeclare that, in accordance with Prasville's instructions, their watchis not relaxed for a moment, even at night; that one of them, turn andturn about, is always on duty in the study; and that no one, therefore,can have gone in."
"So, on principle," Arsene Lupin concluded, "the crystal stopper muststill be in Daubrecq's study?"
"If it was there before Daubrecq's disappearance, it should be therenow."
"And on the study-table."
"On the study-table? Why do you say that?"
"Because I know," said Lupin, who had not forgotten Sebastiani's words.
"But you don't know the article in which the stopper is hidden?"
"No. But a study-table, a writing-desk, is a limited space. One canexplore it in twenty minutes. One can demolish it, if necessary, inten."
The conversation had tired Arsene Lupin a little. As he did not wish tocommit the least imprudence, he said to Clarisse:
"Listen. I will ask you to give me two or three days more. This isMonday, the 4th of March. On Wednesday or Thursday, at latest, I shallbe up and about. And you can be sure that we shall succeed."
"And, in the meantime..."
"In the meantime, go back to Paris. Take rooms, with the Growler and theMasher, in the Hotel Franklin, near the Trocadero, and keep a watch onDaubrecq's house. You are free to go in and out as you please. Stimulatethe zeal of the detectives on duty."
"Suppose Daubrecq returns?"
"If he returns, that will be so much the better: we shall have him."
"And, if he only passes?"
"In that case, the Growler and the Masher must follow him."
"And if they lose sight of him?"
Lupin did not reply. No one felt more than he how fatal it was to remaininactive in a hotel bedroom and how useful his presence would have beenon the battlefield! Perhaps even this vague idea had already prolongedhis illness beyond the ordinary limits.
He murmured:
"Go now, please."
There was a constraint between them which increased as the awful daydrew nigh. In her injustice, forgetting or wishing to forget that it wasshe who had forced her son into the Enghien enterprise, Mme. Mergy didnot forget that the law was pursuing Gilbert with such rigour not somuch because he was a criminal as because he was an accomplice of ArseneLupin's. And then, notwithstanding all his efforts, notwithstanding hisprodigious expenditure of energy, what result had Lupin achieved, whenall was said? How far had his intervention benefited Gilbert?
After a pause, she rose and left him alone.
The next day he was feeling rather low. But on the day after, theWednesday, when his doctor wanted him to keep quiet until the end of theweek, he said:
"If not, what have I to fear?"
"A return of the fever."
"Nothing worse?"
"No. The wound is pretty well healed."
"Then I don't care. I'll go back with you in your car. We shall be inParis by mid-day."
What decided Lupin to start at once was, first, a letter in whichClarisse told him that she had found Daubrecq's traces, and, also, atelegram, published in the Amiens papers, which stated that the Marquisd'Albufex had been arrested for his complicity in the affair of thecanal.
Daubrecq was taking his revenge.
Now the fact that Daubrecq was taking his revenge proved that themarquis had not been able to prevent that revenge by seizing thedocument which was on the writing-desk in the study. It proved thatChief-inspector Blanchon and the detectives had kept a good watch. Itproved that the crystal stopper was still in the Square Lamartine.
It was still there; and this showed either that Daubrecq had notventured to go home, or else that his state of health hindered himfrom doing so, or else again that he had sufficient confidence in thehiding-place not to trouble to put himself out.
In any case, there was no doubt as to the course to be pursued: Lupinmust act and he must act smartly. He must forestall Daubrecq and gethold of the crystal stopper.
When they had crossed the Bois de Boulogne and were nearing the SquareLamartine, Lupin took leave of the doctor and stopped the car. TheGrowler and the Masher, to whom he had wired, met him.
"Where's Mme. Mergy?" he asked.
"She has not been back since yesterday; she sent us an express messageto say that she saw Daubrecq leaving his cousins' place and getting intoa cab. She knows the number of the cab and will keep us informed."
"Nothing further?"
"Nothing further."
"No other news?"
"Yes, the Paris-Midi says that d'Albufex opened his veins last night,with a piece of broken glass, in his cell at the Sante. He seems tohave left a long letter behind him, confessing his fault, but accusingDaubrecq of his death and exposing the part played by Daubrecq in thecanal affair."
"Is that all?"
"No. The same paper stated that it has reason to believe that thepardoning commission, after examining the record, has rejected Vaucherayand Gilbert's petition and that their counsel will probably be receivedin audience by the president on Friday."
Lupin gave a shudder.
"They're losing no time," he said. "I can see that Daubrecq, on the veryfirst day, put the screw on the old judicial machine. One short weekmore... and the knife falls. My poor Gilbert! If, on Friday next, thepapers which your counsel submits to the president of the Republic donot contain the conditional offer of the list of the Twenty-seven, then,my poor Gilbert, you are done for!"
"Come, come, governor, are you losing courage?"
"I? Rot! I shall have the crystal stopper in an hour. In two hours, Ishall see Gilbert's counsel. And the nightmare will be over."
"Well done, governor! That's like your o
ld self. Shall we wait for youhere?"
"No, go back to your hotel. I'll join you later."
They parted. Lupin walked straight to the house and rang the bell.
A detective opened the door and recognized him:
"M. Nicole, I believe?"
"Yes," he said. "Is Chief-inspector Blanchon here?"
"He is."
"Can I speak to him?"
The man took him to the study, where Chief-inspector Blanchon welcomedhim with obvious pleasure.
"Well, chief-inspector, one would say there was something new?"
"M. Nicole, my orders are to place myself entirely at your disposal; andI may say that I am very glad to see you to-day."
"Why so?"
"Because there is something new."
"Something serious?"
"Something very serious."
"Quick, speak."
"Daubrecq has returned."
"Eh, what!" exclaimed Lupin, with a start. "Daubrecq returned? Is hehere?"
"No, he has gone."
"And did he come in here, in the study?"
"Yes."
"This morning."
"And you did not prevent him?"
"What right had I?"
"And you left him alone?"
"By his positive orders, yes, we left him alone."
Lupin felt himself turn pale. Daubrecq had come back to fetch thecrystal stopper!
He was silent for some time and repeated to himself:
"He came back to fetch it... He was afraid that it would be found and hehas taken it... Of course, it was inevitable... with d'Albufex arrested,with d'Albufex accused and accusing him, Daubrecq was bound to defendhimself. It's a difficult game for him. After months and months ofmystery, the public is at last learning that the infernal being whocontrived the whole tragedy of the Twenty-Seven and who ruins and killshis adversaries is he, Daubrecq. What would become of him if, by amiracle, his talisman did not protect him? He has taken it back."
And, trying to make his voice sound firm, he asked:
"Did he stay long?"
"Twenty seconds, perhaps."
"What! Twenty seconds? No longer?"
"No longer."
"What time was it?"
"Ten o'clock."
"Could he have known of the Marquis d'Albufex' suicide by then?"
"Yes. I saw the special edition of the Paris-Midi in his pocket."
"That's it, that's it," said Lupin. And he asked, "Did M. Prasville giveyou no special instructions in case Daubrecq should return?"
"No. So, in M. Prasville's absence, I telephoned to the police-officeand I am waiting. The disappearance of Daubrecq the deputy caused agreat stir, as you know, and our presence here has a reason, in the eyesof the public, as long as that disappearance continues. But, now thatDaubrecq has returned, now that we have proofs that he is neither underrestraint nor dead, how can we stay in the house?"
"It doesn't matter," said Lupin, absently. "It doesn't matter whetherthe house is guarded or not. Daubrecq has been; therefore the crystalstopper is no longer here."
He had not finished the sentence, when a question quite naturally forceditself upon his mind. If the crystal stopper was no longer there, wouldthis not be obvious from some material sign? Had the removal of thatobject, doubtless contained within another object, left no trace, novoid?
It was easy to ascertain. Lupin had simply to examine the writing-desk,for he knew, from Sebastiani's chaff, that this was the spot of thehiding-place. And the hiding-place could not be a complicated one,seeing that Daubrecq had not remained in the study for more than twentyseconds, just long enough, so to speak, to walk in and walk out again.
Lupin looked. And the result was immediate. His memory had so faithfullyrecorded the picture of the desk, with all the articles lying on it,that the absence of one of them struck him instantaneously, asthough that article and that alone were the characteristic sign whichdistinguished this particular writing-table from every other table inthe world.
"Oh," he thought, quivering with delight, "everything fits in!Everything! ... Down to that half-word which the torture drew fromDaubrecq in the tower at Mortepierre! The riddle is solved. Thereneed be no more hesitation, no more groping in the dark. The end is insight."
And, without answering the inspector's questions, he thought ofthe simplicity of the hiding-place and remembered Edgar Allan Poe'swonderful story in which the stolen letter, so eagerly sought for, is,in a manner of speaking, displayed to all eyes. People do not suspectwhat does not appear to be hidden.
"Well, well," said Lupin, as he went out, greatly excited by hisdiscovery, "I seem doomed, in this confounded adventure, to knock upagainst disappointments to the finish. Everything that I build crumblesto pieces at once. Every victory ends in disaster."
Nevertheless, he did not allow himself to be cast down. On the one hand,he now knew where Daubrecq the deputy hid the crystal stopper. On theother hand, he would soon learn from Clarisse Mergy where Daubrecqhimself was lurking. The rest, to him, would be child's play.
The Growler and the Masher were waiting for him in the drawing-room ofthe Hotel Franklin, a small family-hotel near the Trocadero. Mme. Mergyhad not yet written to him.
"Oh," he said, "I can trust her! She will hang on to Daubrecq until sheis certain."
However, toward the end of the afternoon, he began to grow impatient andanxious. He was fighting one of those battles--the last, he hoped--inwhich the least delay might jeopardize everything. If Daubrecq threwMme. Mergy off the scent, how was he to be caught again? They no longerhad weeks or days, but only a few hours, a terribly limited number ofhours, in which to repair any mistakes that they might commit.
He saw the proprietor of the hotel and asked him:
"Are you sure that there is no express letter for my two friends?"
"Quite sure, sir."
"Nor for me, M. Nicole?"
"No, sir."
"That's curious," said Lupin. "We were certain that we should hear fromMme. Audran."
Audran was the name under which Clarisse was staying at the hotel.
"But the lady has been," said the proprietor.
"What's that?"
"She came some time ago and, as the gentlemen were not there, left aletter in her room. Didn't the porter tell you?"
Lupin and his friends hurried upstairs. There was a letter on the table.
"Hullo!" said Lupin. "It's been opened! How is that? And why has it beencut about with scissors?"
The letter contained the following lines:
"Daubrecq has spent the week at the Hotel Central. This morning he had his luggage taken to the Gare de --- and telephoned to reserve a berth in the sleeping-car --- for ---
"I do not know when the train starts. But I shall be at the station all the afternoon. Come as soon as you can, all three of you. We will arrange to kidnap him."
"What next?" said the Masher. "At which station? And where's thesleeping-car for? She has cut out just the words we wanted!"
"Yes," said the Growler. "Two snips with the scissors in each place; andthe words which we most want are gone. Who ever saw such a thing? HasMme. Mergy lost her head?"
Lupin did not move. A rush of blood was beating at his temples with suchviolence that he glued his fists to them and pressed with all his might.His fever returned, burning and riotous, and his will, incensed to theverge of physical suffering, concentrated itself upon that stealthyenemy, which must be controlled then and there, if he himself did notwish to be irretrievably beaten.
He muttered, very calmly:
"Daubrecq has been here."
"Daubrecq!"
"We can't suppose that Mme. Mergy has been amusing herself by cuttingout those two words. Daubrecq has been here. Mme. Mergy thought that shewas watching him. He was watching her instead."
"How?"
"Doubtless through that hall-porter who did not tell us that Mme. Mergyhad been to the hotel, but who must have told Daubrecq. He came. Heread the let
ter. And, by way of getting at us, he contented himself withcutting out the essential words."
"We can find out... we can ask..."
"What's the good? What's the use of finding out how he came, when weknow that he did come?"
He examined the letter for some time, turned it over and over, thenstood up and said:
"Come along."
"Where to?"
"Gare de Lyon."
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure of nothing with Daubrecq. But, as we have to choose,according to the contents of the letter, between the Gare de l'Est andthe Gare de Lyon, [*] I am presuming that his business, his pleasureand his health are more likely to take Daubrecq in the direction ofMarseilles and the Riviera than to the Gare de l'Est."
* These are the only two main-line stations in Paris with the word de in their name. The others have du, as the Gare du Nord or the Gare du Luxembourg, d' as the Gare d'Orleans, or no participle at all, as the Gare Saint-Lazare or the Gare Montparnasse.--Translator's Note.
It was past seven when Lupin and his companions left the Hotel Franklin.A motor-car took them across Paris at full speed, but they soon saw thatClarisse Mergy was not outside the station, nor in the waiting-rooms,nor on any of the platforms.
"Still," muttered Lupin, whose agitation grew as the obstaclesincreased, "still, if Daubrecq booked a berth in a sleeping-car, it canonly have been in an evening train. And it is barely half-past seven!"
A train was starting, the night express. They had time to rush along thecorridor. Nobody... neither Mme. Mergy nor Daubrecq...
But, as they were all three going, a porter accosted them near therefreshment-room:
"Is one of you gentlemen looking for a lady?"
"Yes, yes,... I am," said Lupin. "Quick, what is it?"
"Oh, it's you, sir! The lady told me there might be three of you or twoof you.... And I didn't know..."
"But, in heaven's name, speak, man! What lady?"
"The lady who spent the whole day on the pavement, with the luggage,waiting."
"Well, out with it! Has she taken a train?"
"Yes, the train-de-luxe, at six-thirty: she made up her mind at the lastmoment, she told me to say. And I was also to say that the gentleman wasin the same train and that they were going to Monte Carlo."
"Damn it!" muttered Lupin. "We ought to have taken the express just now!There's nothing left but the evening trains, and they crawl! We've lostover three hours."
The wait seemed interminable. They booked their seats. They telephonedto the proprietor of the Hotel Franklin to send on their letters toMonte Carlo. They dined. They read the papers. At last, at half-pastnine, the train started.
And so, by a really tragic series of circumstances, at the most criticalmoment of the contest, Lupin was turning his back on the battlefield andgoing away, at haphazard, to seek, he knew not where, and beat, he knewnot how, the most formidable and elusive enemy that he had ever fought.
And this was happening four days, five days at most, before theinevitable execution of Gilbert and Vaucheray.
It was a bad and painful night for Lupin. The more he studied thesituation the more terrible it appeared to him. On every side he wasfaced with uncertainty, darkness, confusion, helplessness.
True, he knew the secret of the crystal stopper. But how was he to knowthat Daubrecq would not change or had not already changed his tactics?How was he to know that the list of the Twenty-seven was still insidethat crystal stopper or that the crystal stopper was still inside theobject where Daubrecq had first hidden it?
And there was a further serious reason for alarm in the fact thatClarisse Mergy thought that she was shadowing and watching Daubrecq ata time when, on the contrary, Daubrecq was watching her, having hershadowed and dragging her, with diabolical cleverness, toward the placesselected by himself, far from all help or hope of help.
Oh, Daubrecq's game was clear as daylight! Did not Lupin know theunhappy woman's hesitations? Did he not know--and the Growler and theMasher confirmed it most positively--that Clarisse looked upon theinfamous bargain planned by Daubrecq in the light of a possible, anacceptable thing? In that case, how could he, Lupin, succeed? The logicof events, so powerfully moulded by Daubrecq, led to a fatal result: themother must sacrifice herself and, to save her son, throw her scruples,her repugnance, her very honour, to the winds!
"Oh, you scoundrel!" snarled Lupin, in a fit of rage. "If I get hold ofyou, I'll make you dance to a pretty tune! I wouldn't be in your shoesfor a great deal, when that happens."
They reached Monte Carlo at three o'clock in the afternoon. Lupin was atonce disappointed not to see Clarisse on the platform at the station.
He waited. No messenger came up to him.
He asked the porters and ticket-collectors if they had noticed, amongthe crowd, two travellers answering to the description of Daubrecq andClarisse. They had not.
He had, therefore, to set to work and hunt through all the hotels andlodging-houses in the principality. Oh, the time wasted!
By the following evening, Lupin knew, beyond a doubt, that Daubrecq andClarisse were not at Monte Carlo, nor at Monaco, nor at the Cap d'Ail,nor at La Turbie, nor at Cap Martin.
"Where can they be then?" he wondered, trembling with rage.
At last, on the Saturday, he received, at the poste restante, a telegramwhich had been readdressed from the Hotel Franklin and which said:
"He got out at Cannes and is going on to San Remo, Hotel Palace des Ambassadeurs.
"CLARISSE."
The telegram was dated the day before.
"Hang it!" exclaimed Lupin. "They passed through Monte Carlo. One of usought to have remained at the station. I did think of it; but, in themidst of all that bustle..."
Lupin and his friends took the first train for Italy.
They crossed the frontier at twelve o'clock. The train entered thestation at San Remo at twelve-forty.
They at once saw an hotel-porter, with "Ambassadeurs-Palace" on hisbraided cap, who seemed to be looking for some one among the arrivals.
Lupin went up to him:
"Are you looking for M. Nicole?"
"Yes, M. Nicole and two gentlemen."
"From a lady?"
"Yes, Mme. Mergy."
"Is she staying at your hotel?"
"No. She did not get out. She beckoned to me, described you threegentlemen and told me to say that she was going on to Genoa, to theHotel Continental."
"Was she by herself?"
"Yes."
Lupin tipped the man, dismissed him and turned to his friends:
"This is Saturday. If the execution takes place on Monday, there'snothing to be done. But Monday is not a likely day... What I have to dois to lay hands on Daubrecq to-night and to be in Paris on Monday, withthe document. It's our last chance. Let's take it."
The Growler went to the booking-office and returned with three ticketsfor Genoa.
The engine whistled.
Lupin had a last hesitation:
"No, really, it's too childish! What are we doing? We ought to be inParis, not here!... Just think!..."
He was on the point of opening the door and jumping out on the permanentway. But his companions held him back. The train started. He sat downagain.
And they continued their mad pursuit, travelling at random, toward theunknown...
And this happened two days before the inevitable execution of Gilbertand Vaucheray.
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