Maurice Leblanc

“ The Emperor went up to Waldemar:
"Order your car round."
"Oh?... But then, She... ?"
"Well, what? I am beginning to think that he is taking us in and that all this is merely play-acting, to gain time."
"Possibly... yes..." said Waldemar, agreeing.
"It's quite obvious! He is making the most of certain curious coincidences, but he knows nothing; and his story about gold coins and his narcotic are so many inventions! If we lend ourselves to his little game any longer, he'll slip out of your fingers. Your car, Waldemar."
The count gave his orders and returned. Lupin had not woke up. ”

“ Money?.... Is she in the habit of begging?" he asked the count.
"No," said Waldemar, "and I can't understand." Isilda took two gold coins from her pocket and chinked them together, gleefully.
Lupin looked at them. They were French coins, quite new, bearing the date of that year.
"Where did you get these?" asked Lupin, excitedly. "French money!... Who gave it you?... And when?... Was it today? Speak!... Answer!..." He shrugged his shoulders. "Fool that I am! As though she could answer!... My dear count, would you mind lending me forty marks?... Thanks... Here, Isilda, that's for you." ”

“ Lupin observed:
"Is there a floor above?"
"Yes, but from this room to the upper floor there is no staircase."
"Yes, there is."
He pointed to a little door opening on a dark recess. In the shadow, he saw the first treads of a staircase as steep as a ladder.
"Please, my dear count," he said to Waldemar, who wanted to go up, "let me have the honor."
"Why?"
"There's danger."
He ran up and at once sprang into a low and narrow loft. A cry escaped him:
"Oh!"
"What is it?" asked the count, emerging in his turn.
"Here... on the floor.... Isilda...." ”

“ I always had an idea that we must add up the three figures 8, 1 and 3; and the number 12, thus obtained, seemed to me at once to apply to this room, which is the twelfth leading out of the gallery. But that was not enough for me. There must be something else, something which my enfeebled brain could not succeed in translating into words. The sight of that clock, situated precisely in the Napoleon Room, was a revelation to me. The number 12 evidently meant twelve o'clock. The hour of noon! The hour of midnight! Is this not the solemn moment which a man most readily selects? ”

“ Yesterday, aiming at me in the motor, he wounded Count von Waldemar."
"But how do you know, how can you be sure that he is at Veldenz?"
"Isilda has received two gold coins, two French coins!"
"And what is he here for? With what object?"
"I don't know, Sire, but he is the very spirit of evil. Your Imperial Majesty must be on your guard: he is capable of anything and everything."
"It is impossible! I have two hundred men in the ruins. He cannot have entered. ”

“ I have been thoroughly — what do you call it, in French? — roule — 'done'!"
"Do you think so, Sire?"
"Why, what a man knows he doesn't have to hunt for! And you have been hunting for ten good hours! Doesn't it strike you as a case for an immediate return to prison?"
Lupin seemed thunderstruck: "Did not Your Imperial Majesty fix twelve o'clock tomorrow as the last limit?" ”

“ At last, he asked:
"And who says that the letters were stolen last night?"
"The theft is dated, Sire."
"What do you say?"
"Look at the inner side of the pediment which concealed the hiding-place. The date is written in white chalk: 'Midnight, 24 August,'..."
"So it is," muttered the Emperor, nonplussed. "'How was it that I did not see?" And he added, betraying his curiosity, "Just as with those two 'N's painted on the wall.... I can't understand. ”

“ He considered it enough to put me and me only to sleep, last night, to be free to do as he pleased. The fight lies between him and me. The outside world has nothing to say to it. No one can help me and no one can help him. ”

“ The way the hands go!... Yes, I know, it will take rather long... but it can't be helped."
All the hours struck and the half hours, up to half-past eleven.
"Listen, Waldemar," said Lupin.
And he spoke seriously, without jesting, as though himself excited and anxious:
"Listen, Waldemar. Do you see on the face of the clock a little round dot marking the first hour? That dot is loose, isn't it? Put the fore-finger of your left hand on it and press. Good. Do the same with your thumb on the dot marking the third hour. Good. With your right hand, push in the dot at the eighth hour. Good. Thank you. ”

“ The old grandfather used to act as a guide to visitors, in the days when the castle was still open to the public. Little Isilda has lived in the ruins ever since. She was allowed to remain out of pity. She is a poor innocent, who is hardly able to talk and does not know what she says. ”

“ The creature's invisible. Never mind! Send your men to look. Tell them to search all the attics and all the ground-floor lodgings."
He hesitated. Should he also go in pursuit of the murderer?
But a sound brought him back to the girl's side. She had got up from the floor and a dozen pieces of gold money had dropped from her hands. He examined them. They were all French." ”

“ Does it say that?" asked the count.
"What surprises you?"
"Isilda's grandfather, the old man who died two years ago, was called Malreich, which is the German form of the same name."
"Capital! Isilda's grandfather must have been the son or the grandson of the French servant who wrote his dairy in an odd volume of Montesquieu's works. And that is how the diary came into Isilda's hands."
He turned the pages at random:
"15 September, 1796. ”