LITMIR.BIZ

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I grasped Madame Andermatt's hand. It was cold.

      "I believe, monsieur," said Daspry to the banker, "that our business is ended. Oh! no thanks. It was only by a mere chance that I have been able to do you a good turn. Good-night."

      Mon. Andermatt retired. He carried with him the letters written by his wife to Louis Lacombe.

      "Marvelous!" exclaimed Daspry, delighted. "Everything is coming our way. Now, we have only to close our little affair, comrade. You have the papers?"

      "Here they are—all of them."

      Daspry examined them carefully, and then placed them in his pocket.

      "Quite right. You have kept your word," he said.

      "But—-"

      "But what?"

      "The two checks? The money?" said Varin, eagerly.

      "Well, you have a great deal of assurance, my man. How dare you ask such a thing?"

      "I ask only what is due to me."

      "Can you ask pay for returning papers that you stole? Well, I think not!"

      Varin was beside himself. He trembled with rage; his eyes were bloodshot.

      "The money.... the twenty thousand...." he stammered.

      "Impossible! I need it myself."

      "The money!"

      "Come, be reasonable, and don't get excited. It won't do you any good."

      Daspry seized his arm so forcibly, that Varin uttered a cry of pain. Daspry continued:

      "Now, you can go. The air will do you good. Perhaps you want me to show you the way. Ah! yes, we will go together to the vacant lot near here, and I will show you a little mound of earth and stones and under it—-"

      "That is false! That is false!"

      "Oh! no, it is true. That little iron plate with the seven spots on it came from there. Louis Lacombe always carried it, and you buried it with the body—and with some other things that will prove very interesting to a judge and jury."

      Varin covered his face with his hands, and muttered:

      "All right, I am beaten. Say no more. But I want to ask you one question. I should like to know—-"

      "What is it?"

      "Was there a little casket in the large safe?"

      "Yes."

      "Was it there on the night of 22 June?"

      "Yes."

      "What did it contain?"

      "Everything that the Varin brothers had put in it—a very pretty collection of diamonds and pearls picked up here and there by the said brothers."

      "And did you take it?"

      "Of course I did. Do you blame me?"

      "I understand.... it was the disappearance of that casket that caused my brother to kill himself."

      "Probably. The disappearance of your correspondence was not a sufficient motive. But the disappearance of the casket....Is that all you wish to ask me?"

      "One thing more: your name?"

      "You ask that with an idea of seeking revenge."

      "Parbleu! The tables may be turned. Today, you are on top. To-morrow—-"

      "It will be you."

      "I hope so. Your name?"

      "Arsène Lupin."

      "Arsène Lupin!"

      The man staggered, as though stunned by a heavy blow. Those two words had deprived him of all hope.

      Daspry laughed, and said:

      "Ah! did you imagine that a Monsieur Durand or Dupont could manage an affair like this? No, it required the skill and cunning of Arsène Lupin. And now that you have my name, go and prepare your revenge. Arsène Lupin will wait for you."

      Then he pushed the bewildered Varin through the door.

      "Daspry! Daspry!" I cried, pushing aside the curtain. He ran to me.

      "What? What's the matter?"

      "Madame Andermatt is ill."

      He hastened to her, caused her to inhale some salts, and, while caring for her, questioned me:

      "Well, what did it?"

      "The letters of Louis Lacombe that you gave to her husband."

      He struck his forehead and said:

      "Did she think that I could do such a thing!...But, of course she would. Imbecile that I am!"

      Madame Andermatt was now revived. Daspry took from his pocket a small package exactly similar to the one that Mon. Andermatt had carried away.

      "Here are your letters, Madame. These are the genuine letters."

      "But.... the others?"

      "The others are the same, rewritten by me and carefully worded. Your husband will not find anything objectionable in them, and will never suspect the substitution since they were taken from the safe in his presence."

      "But the handwriting—-"

      "There is no handwriting that cannot be imitated."

      She thanked him in the same words she might have used to a man in her own social circle, so I concluded that she had not witnessed the final scene between Varin and Arsène Lupin. But the surprising revelation caused me considerable embarrassment. Lupin! My club companion was none other than Arsène Lupin. I could not realize it. But he said, quite at his ease:

      "You can say farewell to Jean Daspry."

      "Ah!"

      "Yes, Jean Daspry is going on a long journey. I shall send him to Morocco. There, he may find a death worthy of him. I may say that that is his expectation."

      "But Arsène Lupin will remain?"

      "Oh! Decidedly. Arsène Lupin is simply at the threshold of his career, and he expects—-"

      I was impelled by curiosity to interrupt him, and, leading him away from the hearing of Madame Andermatt, I asked:

      "Did you discover the smaller safe yourself—the one that held the letters?"

      "Yes, after a great deal of trouble. I found it yesterday afternoon while you were asleep. And yet, God knows it was simple enough! But the simplest things are the ones that usually escape our notice." Then, showing me the seven-of-hearts, he added: "Of course I had guessed that, in order to open the larger safe, this card must be placed on the sword of the mosaic king."

      "How did you guess that?"

      "Quite easily. Through private information, I knew that fact when I came here on the evening of 22 June—-"

      "After you left me—-"

      "Yes, after turning the subject of our conversation to stories of crime and robbery which were sure to reduce you to such a nervous condition that you would not leave your bed, but would allow me to complete my search uninterrupted."

      "The scheme worked perfectly."

      "Well, I knew when I came here that there was a casket concealed in a safe with a secret lock, and that the seven-of-hearts was the key to that lock. I had merely to place the card upon the spot that was obviously intended for it. An hour's examination showed me where the spot was."

      "One hour!"

      "Observe the fellow in mosaic."

      "The old emperor?"

      "That old emperor is an exact representation of the king of hearts on all playing cards."

      "That's right. But how does the seven of hearts open the larger safe at one time and the

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