"But they've seen us, governor.There, they're knocking.""Hold your tongue," Lupin repeated."Not a word.Not a movement."He himself remained unperturbed, with an utterly calm face and the pensive attitude of one who has all the time that he needs to examine a delicate situation from every point of view.He had reached one of those minutes which he called the "superior moments of existence," those which alone give a value and a price to life.On such occasions, however threatening the danger, he always began by counting to himself, slowly - "One...Two...Three...Four....Five...Six" - until the beating of his heart became normal and regular.Then and not till then, he reflected, but with what intensity, with what perspicacity, with what a profound intuition of possibilities! All the factors of the problem were present in his mind.He foresaw everything.He admitted everything.
And he took his resolution in all logic and in all certainty.
After thirty or forty seconds, while the men outside were banging at the doors and picking the locks, he said to his companion:
"Follow me."
Returning to the dining-room, he softly opened the sash and drew the Venetian blinds of a window in the side-wall.People were coming and going, rendenng flight out of the question.
Thereupon he began to shout with all his might, in a breathiess voice:
"This way!...Help!...I've got them!...This way!"He pointed his revolver and fired two shots into the tree-tops.Then he went back to Vaucheray, bent over him and smeared his face and hands with the wounded man's blood.Lastly, turning upon Gilbert, he took him violently by the shoulders and threw him to the floor.
"What do you want, governor? There's a nice thing to do!""Let me do as I please," said Lupin, laying an imperative stress on every syllable."I'll answer for everything...I'll answer for the two of you...Let me do as I like with you...I'll get you both out of prison...But I can only do that if I'm free."Excited cries rose through the open window.
"This way!" he shouted."I've got them! Help!"And, quietly, in a whisper:
"Just think for a moment...Have you anything to say to me?...Something that can be of use to us?
Gilbert was too much taken aback to understand 'Lupin's plan and he struggled furiously.Vaucheray showed more intelligence; moreover, he had given up all hope of escape, because of his wound; and he snarled:
"Let the governor have his way, you ass!...As long as he gets off, isn't that the great thing?"Suddenly, Lupin remembered the article which Gilbert had put in his pocket, after capturing it from Vaucheray.He now tried to take it in his turn.
"No, not that! Not if I know it!" growled Gilbert, managing to release himself.
Lupin floored him once more.But two men suddenly appeared at the window;and Gilbert yielded and, handing the thing to Lupin, who pocketed it without looking at it, whispered:
"Here you are, governor...I'll explain.You can be sure that..."He did not have time to finish...Two policemen and others after them and soldiers who entered through every door and window caine to Lupin's assistance.
Gilbert was at once seized and firmly bound.Lupin withdrew:
"I'm glad you've come," he said."The beggar's given me a lot of trouble.I wounded the other; but this one..."The commissary of police asked him, hurriedly:
"Have you seen the man-servant? Have they killed him?""I don't know," ,he answered.
"You don't know?..."
"Why, I came with you from Enghien, on hearing of the murder! Only, while you were going round the left of the house, I went round the right.
There was, a window open.I climbed up just as these two ruffians were about to jump down.I fred at this one," pointing to Vaucheray, "and seized hold of his pal."How could he have been suspected? He was covered with blood.He had handed over the valet's murderers.Half a score of people had witnessed the end of the heroic combat which he had delivered.Besides, the uproar was too great for any one to take the trouble to argue or to waste time in entertaining doubts.In the height of the first confusion, the people of the neighbourhood invaded the villa.One and all lost their heads.
They ran to every side, upstairs, downstairs, to the very cellar.They asked one another questions, yelled and shouted; and no one dreamt of checking Lupin's statements, which sounded so plausible.
However, the discovery of the body in the pantry restored the comnussary to a sense of his responsibility.He issued orders, had the house cleared and placed policemen at the gate to prevent any one from passing in or out.Then, without further delay, he examined the spot and began his inquiry.Vaucheray gave his name; Gilbert refused to give his, on the plea that he would only speak in the presence of a lawyer.But, when he was accused of the murder, he informed against Vaucheray, who defended himself by denouncing the other; and the two of them vociferated at the same time, with the evident wish to monopolize the commissary's attention.
When the commissary turned to Lupin, to request his evidence, he perceived that the stranger was no longer there.
Without the least suspicion, he said to one of the policemen:
"Go and tell that gentleman that I should like to ask him a few questions."They looked about for the gentleman.Some one had seen him standing on the steps, lighting a cigarette.The next news was that he had given cigarettes to a group of soldiers and strolled toward the lake, saying that they were to call him if he was wanted.
They called him.No one replied.
But a soldier came running up.The gentleman had just got into a boat and was rowing away for all he was worth.The commissary looked at Gilbert and realized that he had been tricked:
"Stop him!" he shouted.Fire on him! He's an accomplice!..."He himself rushed out, followed by two policemen, while the others remained with the prisoners.On reaching the bank, he saw the gentleman, a hundred yards away, taking off his hat to him in the dusk.
