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"Well, our man had taken away the ladder leading to the garret and used it as a foot-bridge.After crossing to the next block of buildings, all he had to do was to look through the windows until he found an empty attic, enter one of the houses in the Rue de Ia Glaciere and walk out quietly with his hands in his pockets.In this way his flight, duly prepared beforehand, was effected very simply and without the least obstacle.""But you had taken the necessary measures.""These which you ordered, monsieur le prefet.My men spent three hours last evening visiting all the houses, so as to make sure that there was no stranger hiding there.At the moment when they were leaving the last house I had the street barred.Our man must have slipped through during that few minutes' interval.""Capital! Capital! And there is no doubt in your minds, of course:

it's Arsene Lupin?"

"Not a doubt.In the first place, it was all a question of his accomplices.And then...and then...no one but Arsene Lupin was capable of contriving such a master-stroke and carrying it out with that inconceivable boldness.""But, in that case," muttered the prefect of police - and, turning to Prasville, he continued - "but, in that case, my dear Prasville, the fellow of whom you spoke to me, the fellow whom you and the chief-detective have had watched since yesterday evening, in his flat in the Place de Clichy, that fellow is not Arsene Lupin?""Yes, he is, monsieur le prefet.There is no doubt about that either.""Then why wasn't he arrested when he went out last night?""He did not go out."

"I say, this is getting complicated!"

"It's quite simple, monsieur le prefet.Like all the houses in which traces of Arsene Lupin are to be found, the house in the Place de Cichy has two outlets.""And you didn't know it?"

"I didn't know it.I only discovered it this morning, on inspecting the flat.""Was there no one in the flat?"

"No.The servant, a man called Achille, went away this morning, taking with him a lady who was staying with Lupin.""What was the lady's name?"

"I don't know," replied Prasville, after an imperceptible hesitation.

"But you know the name under which Arsene Lupin passed?""Yes.M.Nicole, a private tutor, master of arts and so on.Here is his card."As Prasville finished speaking, an office-messenger came to tell the prefect of police that he was wanted immediately at the Elysse.The prime minister was there already.

"I'm coming," he said.And he added, between his teeth, "It's to decide upon Gilbert's fate."Prasville ventured:

"Do you think they will pardon him, monsieur le prefet?""Never! After last night's affair, it would make a most deplorable impression.Gilbert must pay his debt to-morrow morning."The messenger had, at the same time, handed Prasville a visiting-card.

Prasville now looked at it, gave a start and muttered:

"Well, I'm hanged! What a nerve!"

"What's the matter?" asked the prefect of police.

"Nothing, nothing, monsieur le prefet," declared Prasville, who did not wish to share with another the honour of seeing this business through.

"Nothing...an unexpected visit...I hope soon to have the pleasure of telling you the result."And he walked away, mumbling, with an air of amazement:

"Well, upon my word! What a nerve the beggar has! What a nerve!"The visiting-card which he held in his hand bore these words:

M.Nicole,Master of Arts, Private Tutor.