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While speaking； Daubrecq led Jacob to the door。 He closed it after him； turned the key； pushed the bolt and； going up to Clarisse； said：
〃And now； darling； listen to me。
This time； she uttered no protest。 What could she do against such an enemy； so powerful； so resourceful； who provided for everything； down to the minutest details； and who toyed with his adversaries in such an airy fashion？ Even if she had hoped till then for Lupin's interference； how could she do so now； when he was wandering through Italy in pursuit of a shadow？
She understood at last why three telegrams which she had sent to the Hotel Franklin had remained unanswered。 Daubrecq was there； lurking in the dark； watching； establishing a void around her； separating her from her comrades in the fight； bringing her gradually； a beaten prisoner； within the four walls of that room。
She felt her weakness。 She was at the monster's mercy。 She must be silent and resigned。
He repeated； with an evil delight：
〃Listen to me； darling。 Listen to the irrevocable words which I am about to speak。 Listen to them well。 It is now 12 o'clock。 The last train starts at 2。48： you understand； the last train that can bring me to Paris to…morrow； Monday； in time to save your son。 The evening…trains would arrive too late。 The trains…de…luxe are full up。 Therefore I shall have to start at 2。48。 Am I to start？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Our berths are booked。 Will you come with me？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You know my conditions for interfering？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Do you accept them？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You will marry me？〃
〃Yes。〃
Oh； those horrible answers！ The unhappy woman gave them in a sort of awful torpor； refusing even to understand what she was promising。 Let him start first； let him snatch Gilbert from the engine of death whose ision haunted her day and night。。。 And then。。。 and then。。。 let what must come come。。。 〃
He burst out laughing：
〃Oh； you rogue； it's easily said！。。。 You're ready to pledge yourself to anything； eh？ The great thing is to save Gilbert； isn't it？ Afterward； when that noodle of a Daubrecq comes with his engagement…ring； not a bit of it！ Nothing doing！ We'll laugh in his face！。。。 No； no； enough of empty words。 I don't want promises that won't be kept： I want facts； immediate facts。〃
He came and sat close beside her and stated； plainly：
〃This is what I propose。。。 what must be。。。 what shall be。。。 I will ask； or rather I will demand； not Gilbert's pardon； to begin with； but a reprieve； a postponement of the execution； a postponement of three or four weeks。 They will invent a pretext of some sort： that's not my affair。 And； when Mme。 Mergy has become Mme。 Daubrecq； then and not till then I will ask for his pardon； that is to say； the commutation of his sentence。 And make yourself quite easy： they'll grant it。〃
〃I accept。。。 I accept；〃 she stammered。
He laughed once more：
〃Yes； you accept； because that will happen in a month's time。。。 and meanwhile you reckon on finding some trick； an assistance of some kind or another。。。 M。 Arsene Lupin。。。 〃
〃I swear it on the head of my son。〃
〃The head of your son！。。。 Why； my poor pet； you would sell yourself to the devil to save it from falling！。。。 〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 she whispered； shuddering 〃I would gladly sell my soul！〃
He sidled up against her and； in a low voice：
〃Clarisse； it's not your soul I ask for。。。 It's something else。。。 For more than twenty years my life has spun around that longing。 You are the only woman I have ever loved。。。 Loathe me； hate me … I don't care … but do not spurn me。。。 Am I to wait？ To wait another month？。。。 No； Clarisse； I have waited too many years already。。。 〃
He ventured to touch her hand。 Clarisse shrank back with such disgust that he was seized with fury and cried：
〃Oh； I swear to heaven； my beauty； the executioner won't stand on such ceremony when he catches hold of your son！。。。 And you give yourself airs！ Why； think； it'll happen in forty hours！ Forty hours； no more； and you hesitate。。。 and you have scruples； when your son's life is at stake！ Come； come； no whimpering； no silly sentimentality。。。 Look things in the face。 By your own oath； you are my wife； you are my bride from this moment。。。 Clarisse； Clarisse； give me your lips。。。 〃
Half…fainting； she had hardly the strength to put out her arm and push him away； and； with a cynicism in which all his abominable nature stood revealed； Daubrecq； mingling words of cruelty and words of passion； continued：
〃Save your son！。。。 Think of the last morning： the preparations for the scaffold； when they snip away his shirt and cut his hair。。。 Clarisse； Clarisse； I will save him。。。 Be sure of it。 。 All my life shall be yours 。。。 Clarisse 。。。 〃
She no longer resisted。 It was over。 The loathsome brute's lips were about to touch hers； and it had to be； and nothing could prevent it。 It was her duty to obey the decree of fate。 She had long known it。 She understood it； and； closing her eyes； so as not to see the foul face that was slowly raised to hers； she repeated to herself：
〃My son。。。 my poor son。〃 A few seconds passed： ten； twenty perhaps。 Daubrecq did not move。 Daubrecq did not speak。 And she was astounded at that great silence and that sudden quiet。 Did the monster； at the last moment； feel a scruple of remorse？
She raised her eyelids。
The sight which she beheld struck her with stupefaction。 Instead of the grinning features which she expected to see； she saw a motionless； unrecognizable face； contorted by an expression of unspeakable terror： and the eyes； invisible under the double impediment of the spectacles； seemed to be staring above her head； above the chair in which she lay prostrate。
Clarisse turned her face。 Two revolver…barrels； pointed at Daubrecq； showed on the right； a little above the chair。 She saw only that： those two huge； formidable revolvers； gripped in two clenched hands。 She saw only that and also Daubrecq's face； which fear was discolouring littie by little； until it turned livid。 And； almost at the same time； some one slipped behind Daubrecq； sprang up fiercely； flung one of his arms round Daubrecq's neck； threw him to the ground with incredible violence and applied a pad of cotton…wool to his face。 A sudden smell of chloroform filled the room。
Clarisse had recognized M。 Nicole。
〃Come along； Growler！〃 he cried。 〃Come along； Masher！ Drop your shooters： I've got him！ He's a limp rag。。。 Tie him up。〃
Daubrecq； in fact； was bending in two and falling on his knees like a isjointed doll。 Under the action of the chloroform； the fearsome brute sank into impotence； became harmless and grotesque。
The Growler and the Masher rolled him in one of the blankets of the bed and tied him up securely。
〃That's it！ That's it！〃 shouted Lupin； leaping to his feet。
And； in a sudden reaction of mad delight； he began to dance a wild jig in the middle of the room； a jig mingled with bits of can…can and the contortions of the cakewalk and the whirls of a dancing dervish and the acrobatic movements of a clown and the lurching steps of a drunken man。 And he announced； as though they were the numbers in a music…hall performance：
〃The prisoner's dance！。。。 The captive's hornpipe！。。。 A fantasia on the corpse of a representative of the people！。。。 The chloroform polka！。。。 The two…step of the conquered goggles！ Olle！ Olle！ The blackmailer's fandango！ Hoot！ Hoot！ The McDaubrecq's fling！。。。 The turkey trot！。。。 And the bunny hug！。。。 And the grizzly bear！。。。 The Tyrolean dance： tra…la…liety！。。。 Allons； enfants de la partie！。。。 Zing； boum； boum！ Zing； boum； boum！。。。〃
All his street…arab nature； all his instincts of gaiety； so long suppressed by his constant anxiety and disappointment； came out and betrayed themselves in roars of laughter； bursts of animal spirits and a picturesque need of childlike exuberance and riot。
He gave a last high kick； turned a series of cartwheels round the room and ended by standing with his hands on his hips and one foot on Daubrecq's lifeless body。
〃An allegorical tableau！〃 he announced。 〃The angel of virtue destroying the hydra of vice！〃
And the humour of the scene was twice as great because Lupin was ppearing under the aspect of M。 Nicole； in the clothes and figure of that wizened； awkward； nervous private tutor。
A sad smile Bickered across Mme。 Mergy's face； her first smile for many a long month。 But； at once returning to the reality of things； she besought him：
〃Please； please。。。 think of Gilbert！〃
He ran up to her； caught her in his arms and； obeying a spontaneous impulse； so frank that she could but laugh at it； gave her a resounding kiss on either cheek：
〃There； lady； that's the kiss of a decent man！ Instead of Daubrecq； it's I kissing you。。。 Another word and I'll do it again。。。 and I'll call you darling next。。。 Be angry with me； if you dare。 Oh； how happy I am！〃
He knelt before her on one knee。 And； respectfully：
〃I beg your pardon； madame。 The fit is over。〃
And； getting up again； resuming his whimsical manner； he continued； while Clarisse wondered what he was driving at：
〃What's the next article； madame？ Your son's pardon； perhaps？ Certainly！ Madame； I have the honour to grant you