Arsene Lupin

e broken pane. He stepped out on to the terrace and

f it had been broken, the pieces of glass would be lying on the turf. I

ne. "I said that Arsene Lupi

smiling. "But there's no reason to suppose that he's

bourhood. I have a feeling that

Far be it from me to contradict you. A woman's intui

the door opened and a shock-headed man in the

, Mademoiselle Germaine," he s

ering the door, Fir

ave started for the station, and my wife and I are going to see after the

hey?" said

ho say they have

eir names?"

on't know what their names a

who answers doors," said the Duk

t's not time for them to come back. I told th

ademoiselle Germaine," s

show them in

im; and they heard his hob-nailed boots clatter

uke idly. "I don't know

s and Andre du Buit, for they promised to come to tea. I told Alfred to show t

oming through the door, were th

his bosom, and bowed low. "Once more

revealed behind him

shop," said M. Charolais, waving

close together, entered the hall and bowed to the tw

" said Germaine, "but my fa

arolais; and he and his two sons settled themselves down on three cha

eechless; then she said hastily: "Very likely he won't be bac

o the Duke, he added, "However, while we're waiting, if you're a member of the f

Duke, "but I have no

reply the door opened, and

ease come in

g man came i

aid M. Charolais. "I told yo

ee the car too

r the Bar," said M. Charolais, w

e there?" said G

answer, Firmin once more

ust come back,

ais, she added, "If you will come with me, gentlemen, I will take

e room. But Bernard lingered behind, apparently to admire the bric-a-brac on the cabinets. With infinite quickness he grabbed two objects off the nearest, and foll

y young friend,"

Bernard, trying to

cigarette-case

nothing of the kind

hand into the motor-cap which he was carrying, drew out o

. His frightened eyes seemed ab

-m-m-mistake,"

to the breast-pocket of his coat. Bernard, helpless in his grip

rocco case, and said:

nia, who was watching the scene

n his knees and c

voice. "Forgive me! Don't tell any on

came streaming

gue!" said th

have pity on me! If my father kne

ling at his moustache. Then, more quickly than one would hav

e ... be off with you." And he jerked him to hi

oh, thanks!"

or and looked at Son

cheek of the thing! Right under our very eyes! And this pendant, too: it would have

You did quite right to l

the ledge of the bureau, and

" he said gently. "

tunate boy," said Sonia; and he

e young rogue?"

d, and so boyish. And, to be caught like that

oothing, almost caressing tone. His eyes, resting on her c

d his eyes-the hunted look in them? You pitied

ttom?" sai

cold. But often that's only the mask of those who have suffered the most....

ey are," said the

fered one understands.... Yes:

ill rested on her face. The admiratio

py here, aren't yo

said Soni

the Duke slowly. "You're just like a little child one

ll of pity; and a faint fl

alone,"

elations-no friend

said

but in your own country.... Su

in Siberia when I was a baby. And my mother, she died too-in Pa

o be alone like th

ving no relations. I grew used to that so young ... so

d!" said the

letter ... an envelope that one opens .

ut I tell myself that it's nonsense. I

him-an adorabl

mount of philosophy," he said sof

with eyes that probed one another's souls, the drawing-room d

you anything. I told you particularly to pack my leather writing-case in my bag with

said Sonia. "

" said Germaine. "But upon my word, you might be one of our guests

re oversight," said the

abit of interfering in household matters. You did it only

id the Duke, i

letters, which Bernard Charolais had knocked off the table, and said, "Pick up th

e room, and slammed

sh of mortification stained her cheeks, her lips did

table, and then he said: "You mustn't mind what Germaine says. She's-she's-she's all right at heart. It's her manner. She's always been happy, and had everyt

I don't really,"

id the Duke. "It isn't

unused cards into a pack

a smile. "That won't

aid Sonia, tak

them for you?

u, your Grace

ed over her face, flooding its whiteness to her hair and throat. She stood for a moment turned to stone; she put her hand to her hear