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eye that Arsène Lupin experienced the sensation of being seized, imprisoned and registered by that look more thoroughly and precisely than he had ever been by a camera.

      "My negative is taken now," he thought, "and it will be useless to use a disguise with that man. He would look right through it. But, I wonder, has he recognized me?"

      They bowed to each other as if about to part. But, at that moment, they heard a sound of horses' feet, accompanied by a clinking of steel. It was the gendarmes. The two men were obliged to draw back against the embankment, amongst the brushes, to avoid the horses. The gendarmes passed by, but, as they followed each other at a considerable distance, they were several minutes in doing so. And Lupin was thinking:

      "It all depends on that question: has he recognized me? If so, he will probably take advantage of the opportunity. It is a trying situation."

      When the last horseman had passed, Herlock Sholmes stepped forth and brushed the dust from his clothes. Then, for a moment, he and Arsène Lupin gazed at each other; and, if a person could have seen them at that moment, it would have been an interesting sight, and memorable as the first meeting of two remarkable men, so strange, so powerfully equipped, both of superior quality, and destined by fate, through their peculiar attributes, to hurl themselves one at the other like two equal forces that nature opposes, one against the other, in the realms of space.

      Then the Englishman said: "Thank you, monsieur."

      They parted. Lupin went toward the railway station, and Herlock Sholmes continued on his way to the castle.

      The local officers had given up the investigation after several hours of fruitless efforts, and the people at the castle were awaiting the arrival of the English detective with a lively curiosity. At first sight, they were a little disappointed on account of his commonplace appearance, which differed so greatly from the pictures they had formed of him in their own minds. He did not in any way resemble the romantic hero, the mysterious and diabolical personage that the name of Herlock Sholmes had evoked in their imaginations. However, Mon. Devanne exclaimed with much gusto:

      "Ah! monsieur, you are here! I am delighted to see you. It is a long-deferred pleasure. Really, I scarcely regret what has happened, since it affords me the opportunity to meet you. But, how did you come?"

      "By the train."

      "But I sent my automobile to meet you at the station."

      "An official reception, eh? with music and fireworks! Oh! no, not for me. That is not the way I do business," grumbled the Englishman.

      This speech disconcerted Devanne, who replied, with a forced smile:

      "Fortunately, the business has been greatly simplified since I wrote to you."

      "In what way?"

      "The robbery took place last night."

      "If you had not announced my intended visit, it is probable the robbery would not have been committed last night."

      "When, then?"

      "To-morrow, or some other day."

      "And in that case?"

      "Lupin would have been trapped," said the detective.

      "And my furniture?"

      "Would not have been carried away."

      "Ah! but my goods are here. They were brought back at three o'clock."

      "By Lupin."

      "By two army-wagons."

      Herlock Sholmes put on his cap and adjusted his satchel. Devanne exclaimed, anxiously:

      "But, monsieur, what are you going to do?"

      "I am going home."

      "Why?"

      "Your goods have been returned; Arsène Lupin is far away—there is nothing for me to do."

      "Yes, there is. I need your assistance. What happened yesterday, may happen again to-morrow, as we do not know how he entered, or how he escaped, or why, a few hours later, he returned the goods."

      "Ah! you don't know—"

      The idea of a problem to be solved quickened the interest of Herlock Sholmes.

      "Very well, let us make a search—at once—and alone, if possible."

      Devanne understood, and conducted the Englishman to the salon. In a dry, crisp voice, in sentences that seemed to have been prepared in advance, Sholmes asked a number of questions about the events of the preceding evening, and enquired also concerning the guests and the members of the household. Then he examined the two volumes of the "Chronique," compared the plans of the subterranean passage, requested a repetition of the sentences discovered by Father Gélis, and then asked:

      "Was yesterday the first time you have spoken hose two sentences to any one?"

      "Yes."

      "You had never communicated then to Horace Velmont?"

      "No."

      "Well, order the automobile. I must leave in an hour."

      "In an hour?"

      "Yes; within that time, Arsène Lupin solved the problem that you placed before him."

      "I.... placed before him—"

      "Yes, Arsène Lupin or Horace Velmont—same thing."

      "I thought so. Ah! the scoundrel!"

      "Now, let us see," said Sholmes, "last night at ten o'clock, you furnished Lupin with the information that he lacked, and that he had been seeking for many weeks. During the night, he found time to solve the problem, collect his men, and rob the castle. I shall be quite as expeditious."

      He walked from end to end of the room, in deep thought, then sat down, crossed his long legs and closed his eyes.

      Devanne waited, quite embarrassed. Thought he: "Is the man asleep? Or is he only meditating?" However, he left the room to give some orders, and when he returned he found the detective on his knees scrutinizing the carpet at the foot of the stairs in the gallery.

      "What is it?" he enquired.

      "Look.... there.... spots from a candle."

      "You are right—and quite fresh."

      "And you will also find them at the top of the stairs, and around the cabinet that Arsène Lupin broke into, and from which he took the bibelots that he afterward placed in this armchair."

      "What do you conclude from that?"

      "Nothing. These facts would doubtless explain the cause for the restitution, but that is a side issue that I cannot wait to investigate. The main question is the secret passage. First, tell me, is there a chapel some two or three hundred metres from the castle?"

      "Yes, a ruined chapel, containing the tomb of Duke Rollo."

      "Tell your chauffer to wait for us near that chapel."

      "My chauffer hasn't returned. If he had, they would have informed me. Do you think the secret passage runs to the chapel? What reason have—"

      "I would ask you, monsieur," interrupted the detective, "to furnish me with a ladder and a lantern."

      "What! do you require a ladder and a lantern?"

      "Certainly, or I shouldn't have asked for them."

      Devanne, somewhat disconcerted by this crude logic, rang the bell. The two articles were given with the sternness and precision of military commands.

      "Place the ladder against the bookcase, to the left of the word Thibermesnil."

      Devanne placed the ladder as directed, and the Englishman continued:

      "More to the left.... to the right....There!....Now, climb up.... All the letters are in relief, aren't they?"

      "Yes."

      "First, turn the letter I

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