“I am here on a vacation. I have no right to undertake such work.” 

 “No one will know. I promise to keep it secret.” 

 “Oh! nothing will happen.” 

 “Come! three thousand francs. Will that be enough?” 

 The detective, after a moment’s reflection, said: 

 “Very well. But I must warn you that you are throwing your money out of the window.” 

 “I do not care.” 

 “In that case... but, after all, what do we know about this devil Lupin! He may have quite a numerous band of robbers with him. Are you sure of your servants?” 

 “My faith—-” 

 “Better not count on them. I will telegraph for two of my men to help me. And now, go! It is better for us not to be seen together. Tomorrow evening about nine o’clock.” 

 The following day—the date fixed by Arsène Lupin—Baron Cahorn arranged all his panoply of war, furbished his weapons, and, like a sentinel, paced to and fro in front of the castle. He saw nothing, heard nothing. At half-past eight o’clock in the evening, he dismissed his servants. They occupied rooms in a wing of the building, in a retired spot, well removed from the main portion of the castle. Shortly thereafter, the baron heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Ganimard and his two assistants—great, powerful fellows with immense hands, and necks like bulls. After asking a few questions relating to the location of the various entrances and rooms, Ganimard carefully closed and barricaded all the doors and windows through which one could gain access to the threatened rooms. He inspected the walls, raised the tapestries, and finally installed his assistants in the central gallery which was located between the two salons. 

 “No nonsense! We are not here to sleep. At the slightest sound, open the windows of the court and call me. Pay attention also to the water-side. Ten metres of perpendicular rock is no obstacle to those devils.” 

 Ganimard locked his assistants in the gallery, carried away the keys, and said to the baron: 

 

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