which took him to the Chkteau de Montmaur.
Lupin lunched quietly, hired a
bicycle and came in view of the house at
the moment when the guests were going into the park, in motor-cars or
mounted. The Marquis d'Albufex was one of the horsemen.
Thrice, in the course of the day, Lupin saw him cantering along. And
he found him, in the evening, at the station, where d'Albufex rode up,
followed by a
huntsman.
The proof,
therefore, was conclusive; and there was nothing suspicious
on that side. Why did Lupin,
nevertheless,
resolve not to be satisfied
with appearances? And why, next day, did he send the Masher to find
out things in the neighbourhood of Montmaur? It was an additional
precaution, based upon no
logical reason, but agreeing with his
methodical and careful manner of
acting.
Two days later he received from the Masher, among other information of
less importance, a list of the house-party at Montmaur and of all the
servants and keepers.
One name struck him, among those of the huntsmen. He at once wired:
"Inquire about
huntsman Sebastiani."
The Masher's answer was received the next day:
"Sebastiani, a Corsican, was recommended to the Duc de Montmaur by the
Marquis d'Albufex. He lives at two or three miles from the house, in
a hunting-lodge built among the ruins of the
feudalstronghold which
was the
cradle of the Montmaur family."
"That's it," said Lupin to Clarisse Mergy, showing her the Masher's
letter. "That name, Sebastiani, at once reminded me that d'Albufex is
of Corsican
descent. There was a
connection... "
"Then what do you intend to do?"
"If Daubrecq is
imprisoned in those ruins, I intend to enter into
communication with him."
"He will
distrust you."
"No. Lately,
acting on the information of the police, I ended by
discovering the two old ladies who carried off your little Jacques at
Saint-Germain and who brought him, the same evening, to Neuilly. They
are two old maids, cousins of Daubrecq, who makes them a small monthly
allowance. I have been to call on those Demoiselles Rousselot; remember
the name and the address: 134 bis, Rue du Bac. I inspired them with
confidence, promised them to find their cousin and
benefactor; and the
elder sister, Euphrasie Rousselot, gave me a letter in which she begs
Daubrecq to trust M. Nicole entirely. So you see, I have taken every
precaution. I shall leave to-night."
"We, you mean," said Clarisse.
"You!"
"Can I go on living like this, in
feverish inaction?" And she whispered,
"I am no longer counting the days, the thirty-eight or forty days that
remain to us: I am counting the hours.
Lupin felt that her
resolution was too strong for him to try to combat
it. They both started at five o'clock in the morning, by motor-car.
The Growler went with them.
So as not to
arousesuspicion, Lupin chose a large town as his
headquarters. At Amiens, where he installed Clarisse, he was only
eighteen miles from Montmaur.
At eight o'clock he met the Masher not far from the old
fortress, which
was known in the neighbourhood by the name of Mortepierre, and he
examined the
locality under his guidance.
On the confines of the forest, the little river Ligier, which has dug
itself a deep
valley at this spot, forms a loop which is overhung by
the
enormous cliff of Mortepierre.
"Nothing to be done on this side," said Lupin. "The cliff is steep,
over two hundred feet high, and the river hugs it all round."
Not far away they found a
bridge that led to the foot of a path which
wound, through the oaks and pines, up to a little esplanade, where stood
a
massive, iron-bound gate, studded with nails and flanked on either
side by a large tower.
"Is this where Sebastiani the
huntsman lives?" asked Lupin.
"Yes," said the Masher, "with his wife, in a lodge
standing in the midst
of the ruins. I also
learnt that he has three tall sons and that all
the four were
supposed to be away for a
holiday on the day when Daubrecq
was carried off."
"Oho!" said Lupin. "The
coincidence is worth remembering. It seems