uttered incoherent words, succeeded in twice
saying, "Marie... Marie..."
and fell back, exhausted and lifeless.
"Let go at once!" said d'Albufex to Sebastiani. "Hang it all, can we
have overdone it?"
But a rapid
examination showed him that Daubrecq had only fainted.
Thereupon, he himself, worn out with the
excitement, dropped on the
foot of the bed and, wiping the beads of perspiration from his forehead,
stammered:
"Oh, what a dirty business!"
"Perhaps that's enough for to-day," said the
huntsman, whose rough face
betrayed a certain
emotion. "We might try again to-morrow or the next
day... "
The
marquis was silent. One of the sons handed him a flask of brandy.
He poured out half a glass and drank it down at a draught:
"To-morrow?" he said. "No. Here and now. One little effort more. At
the stage which he has reached, it won't be difficult." And,
taking the
huntsman aside, "Did you hear what he said? What did he mean by that
word, 'Marie'? He
repeated it twice."
"Yes, twice," said the
huntsman. "Perhaps he entrusted the
document to
a person called Marie."
"Not he!" protested d'Albufex. "He never entrusts anything to anybody.
It means something different."
"But what,
monsieur le
marquis?"
"We'll soon find out, I'll answer for it."
At that moment, Daubrecq drew a long
breath and stirred on his couch.
D'Albufex, who had now recovered all his
composure and who did not take
his eyes off the enemy, went up to him and said:
"You see, Daubrecq, it's
madness to
resist... Once you're beaten,
there's nothing for it but to
submit to your
conqueror, instead of
allowing yourself to be
tortured like an idiot... Come, be sensible."
He turned to Sebastiani:
"Tighten the rope... let him feel it a little that will wake him up...
He's shamming death... Sebastiani took hold of the stick again and
turned until the cord touched the
swollen flesh. Daubrecq gave a start.
"That'll do, Sebastiani," said the
marquis. "Our friend seems favourably
disposed and understands the need for coming to terms. That's so,
Daubrecq, is it not? You prefer to have done with it? And you're quite
right!"
The two men were leaning over the
sufferer, Sebastiani with his hand on
the stick, d'Albufex
holding the lamp so as to throw the light on
Daubrecq's face: "His lips are moving... he's going to speak. Loosen
the rope a little, Sebastiani: I don't want our friend to be hurt... No,
tighten it: I believe our friend is hesitating... One turn more... stop!
... That's done it! Oh, my dear Daubrecq, if you can't speak plainer
than that, it's no use! What? What did you say?"
Arsene Lupin muttered an oath. Daubrecq was
speaking and he, Lupin,
could not hear a word of what he said! In vain, he pricked up his ears,
suppressed the
beating of his heart and the throbbing of his temples:
not a sound reached him.
"Confound it!" he thought. "I never expected this. What am I to do?"
He was within an ace of covering Daubrecq with his
revolver and putting
a
bullet into him which would cut short any
explanation. But he
reflected that he himself would then be none the wiser and that it was
better to trust to events in the hope of making the most of them.
Meanwhile the
confession continued beneath him, indistinctly, interrupted
by silences and mingled with moans. D'Albufex clung to his prey:
"Go on!... Finish, can't you?... "
And he punctuated the sentences with exclamations of approval:
"Good!... Capital!... Oh, how funny!... And no one suspected?... Not
even Prasville?... What an ass!... Loosen a bit, Sebastiani: don't you
see that our friend is out of
breath?... Keep calm, Daubrecq... don't
tire yourself... And so, my dear fellow, you
were
saying... "
That was the last. There was a long
whispering to which d'Albufex
listened without further
interruption and of which Arsene Lupin could
not catch the least
syllable. Then the
marquis drew himself up and
exclaimed, joyfully:
"That's it!... Thank you, Daubrecq. And, believe me, I shall never
forget what you have just done. If ever you're in need, you have only
to knock at my door and there will always be a crust of bread for you
in the kitchen and a glass of water from the
filter. Sebastiani, look
after
monsieur le depute as if he were one of your sons. And, first of
all,
release him from his bonds. It's a heartless thing to truss one's
fellow-man like that, like a chicken on the spit!"
"Shall we give him something to drink?" suggested the
huntsman.
"Yes, that's it, give him a drink."