"That's over," he said."I feel fit now.Will it take long?""Pretty long.We are a hundred and fifty yards up.""How was it that d'Albufex did not foresee that it was possible to escape this way?""The cliff is perpendicular."
"And you were able to..."
"Well, your cousins insisted...And then one has to live, you know, and they were free with their money.""The dear, good souls!" said Daubrecq."Where are they?""Down below, in a boat."
"Is there a river, then?"
"Yes, but we won't talk, if you don't mind.It's dangerous.""One word more.Had you been there long when you threw me the letter?""No, no.A quarter of an hour or so.I'll tell you all about it...
Meanwhile, we must hurry."
Lupin went first, after recommending Daubrecq to hold tight to the rope and to come down backward.He would give him a hand at the difficult places.
It took them over forty minutes to reach the platform of the ledge formed by the cliff; and Lupin had several times to help his companion, whose wrists, still bruised from the torture, had lost all their strength and suppleness.
Over and over again, he groaned:
"Oh, the swine, they've done for me!...The swine!...Ah, d'Albufex, I'll make you pay dear for this!...""Ssh!" said Lupin.
"What's the matter?"
"A noise...up above..."
Standing motionless on the platform, they listened.Lupin thought of the Sire de Tancarville and the sentry who had killed him with a shot from his harquebus.He shivered, feeling all the anguish of the silence and the darkness.
"No," he said, "I was mistaken...Besides, it's absurd...They can't hit us here.""Who would bit us?"
"No one...no one...it was a silly notion..."He groped about till he found the uprights of the ladder; then he said:
"There, here's the ladder.It is fixed in the bed of the river.Afriend of mine is looking after it, as well as your cousins."He whistled:
"Here I am," he said, in a low voice."Hold the ladder fast." And, to Daubrecq, "I'll go first."Daubrecq objected:
"Perhaps it would be better for me to go down first.""Why?"
"I am very tired.You can tie your rope round my waist and hold me...
Otherwise, there is a danger that I might....""Yes, you are right," said Lupin."Come nearer.
Daubrecq came nearer and knelt down on the rock.Lupin fastened the rope to him and then, stooping over, grasped one of the uprights in both hands to keep the ladder from shaking:
"Off you go," he said.
At the same moment, he felt a violent pain in the shoulder:
"Blast it!" he said, sinking to the ground.
Daubrecq had stabbed him with a knife below the nape of the neck, a little to the right.
"You blackguard! You blackguard!"
He half-saw Daubrecq, in the dark, ridding himself of his rope, and heard him whisper:
"You're a bit of a fool, you know!...You bring me a letter from my Rousselot cousins, in which I recognize the writing of the elder, Adelaide, but which that sly puss of an Adelaide, suspecting something and meaning to put me on my guard, if necessary, took care to sign with the name of the younger sister, Euphrasie Rousselot.You see, I tumbled to it! So, with a little reflection...you are Master Arsene Lupin, are you not? Clarisse's protector, Gilbert's saviour...Poor Lupin, Ifear you're in a bad way...I don't use the knife often; but, when Ido, I use it with a vengeance."
He bent over the wounded man and felt in his pockets:
"Give me your revolver, can't you? You see, your friends will know at once that it is not their governor; and they will try to secure me...
And, as I have not much strength left, a bullet or two...Good-bye, Lupin.We shall meet in the next world, eh? Book me a nice flat, with all the latest conveniences.
Good-bye, Lupin.And my best thanks.For really I don't know what Ishould have done without you.By Jove, d'Albufex was hitting me hard!
It'll be a joke to meet the beggar again!"Daubrecq had completed his preparations.He whistled once more.A reply came from the boat.
"Here I am," he said.
With a last effort, Lupin put out his arm to stop him.But his hand touched nothing but space.He tried to call out, to warn his accomplices:
his voice choked in his throat.
He felt a terrible numbness creep over his whole being.His temples buzzed.
Suddenly, shouts below.Then a shot.Then another, followed by a triumphant chuckle.And a woman's wail and moans.And, soon after, two more shots.
Lupin thought of Clarisse, wounded, dead perhaps; of Danbrecq, fleeing victoriously of d'Albufex; of the crystal stopper, which one or other of the two adversaries would recover unresisted.Then a sudden vision showed him the Sire de Tancarville falling with the woman he loved.
Then he murmured, time after time:
"Clarisse...Clarisse...Gilbert...A great silence overcame him;an infinite peace entered into him; and, without the least revolt, he received the impression that his exhausted body, with nothing now to hold it back, was rolling to the very edge of the rock, toward the abyss.
