EIGHT FROM NINE LEAVES ONE
Notwithstanding my friendly relations with Lupin and the many flattering proofs of his confidence which he has given me, there is one thing which I have, never been quite able to fathom, and that is the organization of his gang.
The existence of the gang is an undoubted fact.Certain adventures can be explained only by countless acts of devotion, invincible efforts of energy and powerful cases of complicity, representing so many forces which all obey one mighty will.But how is this will exerted? Through what intermediaries, through what subordinates? That is what I do not know.Lupin keeps his secret; and the secrets which Lupin chooses to keep are, so to speak, impenetrable.
The only supposition which I can allow myself to make is that this gang, which, in my opinion, is very limited in numbers and therefore all the more formidable, is completed and extended indefinitely by the addition of independent units, provisional associates, picked up in every class of society and in every country of the worid, who are the executive agents of an authority with which, in many cases, they are not even acquainted.The companions, the initiates, the faithful adherents -men who play the leading parts under the direct command of Lupin - move to and fro between these secondary agents and the master.
Gilbert and Vaucheray evidently belonged to the main gang.And that is why the law showed itself so implacable in their regard.For the first time, it held accomplices of Lupin in its clutches - declared, undisputed accomplices - and those accomplices had committed a murder.If the murder was premeditated, if the accusation of deliberate homicide could be supported by substantial proofs, it meant the scaffold.Now there was, at the very least, one self-evident proof, the cry for assistance which Leonard had sent over the telephone a few minutes before his death:
"Help!...Murder!...I shall be killed!..."The desperate appeal had been heard by two men, the operator on duty and one of his fellow-clerks, who swore to it positively.And it was in consequence of this appeal that the conunissary of police, who was at once informed, had proceeded to the Villa Marie-Therese, escorted by his men and a number of soldiers off duty.
Lupin had a very clear notion of the danger from the first.The fierce struggle in which he had engaged against society was entering upon a new and terrible phase.His luck was turning.It was no longer a matter of attacking others, but of defending himself and saving the heads of his two companions.
A littie memorandum, which I have copied from one of the note-books in which he often jots down a summary of the situations that perplex him, will show us the workings of his brain:
"One definite fact, to begin with, is that Gilbert and Vaucheray humbugged me.The Enghien expedition, undertaken ostensibly with the object of robbing the Villa Marie-Therese, had a secret purpose.This purpose obsessed their minds throughout the operations; and what they were looking for, under the furniture and in the cupboards, was one thing and one thing alone: the crystal stopper.Therefore, if I want to see clear ahead, I must first of all know what this means.It is certain that, for some hidden reason, that mysterious piece of glass possesses an incalculable value in their eyes.And not only in theirs, for, last night, some one was bold enough and clever enough to enter my flat and steal the object in question from me."This theft of which he was the victim puzzled Lupin curiously.
Two problems, both equally difficult of solution, presented themselves to his mind.First, who was the mysterious visitor? Gilbert, who enjoyed his entire confidence and acted as his private secretary, was the only one who knew of the retreat in the Rue Matignon.Now Gilbert was in prison.Was Lupin to suppose that Gilbert had betrayed him and put the police on his tracks? In that case, why were they content with taking the crystal stopper, instead of arresting him, Lupin?
But there was something much stranger still.Admitting that they had been able to force the doors of his flat - and this he was compelled to admit, though there was no mark to show it - how had they succeeded in entering the bedroom? He turned the key and pushed the bolt as he did every evening, in accordance with a habit from which he never departed.
And, nevertheless - the fact was undeniable - the crystal stopper had disappeared without the lock or the bolt having been touched.And, although Lupin flattered himself that he had sharp ears, even when asleep, not a sound had waked him!
He took no great pains to probe the mystery.He knew those problems too well to hope that this one could be solved other than in the course of events.But, feeling very much put out and exceedingly uneasy, he then and there locked up his entresol flat in the Rue Matignon and swore that he would never set foot in it again.
And he applied himself forthwith to the question of corresponding with Vaucheray or Gilbert.
Here a fresh disappointment awaited him.It was so clearly understood, both at the Sante Prison and at the Law Courts, that all communication between Lupin and the prisoners must be absolutely prevented, that a multitude of minute precautions were ordered by the prefect of police and minutely observed by the lowest subordinates.Tried policemen, always the same men, watched Gilbert and Vaucheray, day and night, and never let them out of their sight.
Lupin, at this time, had not yet promoted himself to the crowning honour of his career, the post of chief of the detective~service, and, consequently, was not able to take steps at the Law Courts to insure the execution of his plans.After a fortnight of fruitless endeavours, he was obliged to bow.
__________________________________________________________________________See 813, by Maurice Leblanc, translated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos.
