"Come," he said, in a
cheerful tone, rising from his chair, "all will
yet be well. We have two months, three months before us. It is more
than I need... on condition, of course, that I am unhampered in my
movements. And, for that, you will have to
withdraw from the contest,
you know."
"How do you mean?"
"Yes, you must disappear for a time; go and live in the country. Have
you no pity for your little Jacques? This sort of thing would end by
shattering the poor little man's nerves... And he has certainly earned
his rest, haven't you, Hercules?
The next day Clarisse Mergy, who was nearly breaking down under the
strain of events and who herself needed
repose, lest she should fall
seriously ill, went, with her son, to hoard with a friend who had a
house on the skirt of the Forest of Saint-Germain. She felt very weak,
her brain was
haunted by visions and her nerves were upset by troubles
which the least
excitement aggravated. She lived there for some days in
a state of
physical and
mentalinertia, thinking of nothing and
forbiddento see the papers.
One afternoon, while Lupin, changing his
tactics, was
working out a
scheme for kidnapping and confining Daubrecq; while the Growler and the
Masher, whom he had promised to
forgive if he succeeded, were watching
the enemy's movements; while the newspapers were announcing the
forthcoming trial for murder of Arsene Lupin's two accomplices, one
afternoon, at four o'clock, the telephone-bell rang suddenly in the flat
in the Rue Chateaubriand.
Lupin took down the receiver:
"Hullo!"
A woman's voice, a
breathless voice, said:
"M. Michel Beaumont?"
"You are
speaking to him, madame. To whom have Ithe honour... "
"Quick,
monsieur, come at once; Madame Mergy has taken poison."
Lupin did not wait to hear detai1s. He rushed out,
sprang into his
motor-car and drove to Saint-Germain.
Clarisse's friend was
waiting for him at the door of the bedroom.
"Dead?" he asked.
"No," she replied, "she did not take sufficient. The doctor has just
gone. He says she will get over it."
"And why did she make the attempt?"
"Her son Jacques has disappeared."
"Carried off?"
"Yes, he was playing just inside the forest. A motor-car was seen
pulling up. Then there were screams. Clarisse tried to run, but
her strength failed and she fell to the ground, moaning, 'It's
he... it's that man... all is lost!' She looked like a madwoman.
Suddenly, she put a little bottle to her lips and swallowed the contents."
"What happened next?"
"My husband and I carried her to her room. She was in great pain."
"How did you know my address, my name?"
"From herself, while the doctor was attending to her. Then I telephoned
to you."
"Has any one else been told?"
"No, nobody. I know that Clarisse has had terrible things to bear...
and that she prefers not to be talked about."
"Can I see her?"
"She is asleep just now. And the doctor has
forbidden all
excitement."
"Is the doctor
anxious about her?"
"He is afraid of a fit of fever, any
nervousstrain, an attack of some
kind which might cause her to make a fresh attempt on her life. And
that would be... "
"`What is needed to avoid it?"
A week or a
fortnight of
absolute quiet, which is impossible as long as
her little Jacques... "
Lupin interrupted her:
"You think that, if she got her son back... "
"Oh, certainly, there would be nothing more to fear!"
You're sure? You're sure?... Yes, of course you are!... Well, when
Madame Mergy wakes, tell her from me that I will bring her back her son
this evening, before
midnight. This evening, before
midnight: it's a
solemn promise."
With these words, Lupin
hurried out of the house and, stepping into his
car, shouted to the driver:
"Go to Paris, Square Lamartine, Daubrecq the deputy's!"
CHAPTER VI
THE DEATH-SENTENCE
Lupin's motor-car was not only an office, a
writing- room furnished