The Crystal Stopper [56]
watched by the huntsman's wife and his three sons.
"That's where we stand," said Lupin to Clarisse Mergy, when he joined her at a neighbouring inn. "This evening the marquis will put Daubrecq to the question - a littie brutally, but indispensably - as I intended to do myself."
"And Daubrecq wrn give up his secret," said Clarisse, already quite upset.
"I'm afraid so."
"Then... "
"I am hesitating between two plans," said Lupin, who seemed very calm. "Either to prevent the interview... "
"How?"
"By forestalling d'Albufex. At nine o'clock, the Growler, the Masher and I climb the ramparts, burst into the fortress, attack the keep, disarm the garrison... and the thing's done: Daubrecq is ours."
"Unless Sebastiani's sons fling him through the trapdoor to which the marquis alluded... " "For that reason," said Lupin, "I intend to risk that violent measure only as a last resort and in case my other plan should not be practicable."
"What is the other plan?"
"To witness the interview. If Daubrecq does not speak, it will give us the time to prepare to carry him off under more favourable conditions. If he speaks, if they compel him to reveal the place where the list of the Twenty-seven is hidden, I shall know the truth at the same time as d'Albufex, and I swear to God that I shall turn it to account before he does."
"Yes, yes," said Clarisse. "But how do you propose to be present?"
"I don't know yet," Lupin confessed. "It depends on certain particulars which the Masher is to bring me and on some which I shall find out for myself."
He left the inn and did not return until an hour later as night was falling. The Masher joined him.
"Have you the little book?" asked Lupin.
"Yes, governor It was what I saw at the Aumale newspaper-shop. I got it for ten sous."
"Give it me."
The Masher handed him an old, soiled, torn pamphlet, entitled, on the cover, A Visit to Mortepierre, 1824, with plans and illustrations.
Lupin at once looked for the plan of the donjon-keep.
"That's it," he said. "Above the ground were three stories, which have been razed, and below the ground, dug out of the rock, two stories, one of which was blocked up by the rubbish, while the other... There, that's where our friend Daubrecq lies. The name is significant: the torture-chamber ... Poor, dear friend!... Between the staircase and the torture-chamber, two doors. Between those two doors, a recess in which the three brothers obviously sit, gun in hand."
"So it is impossible for you to get in that way without being seen."
"Impossible... unless I come from above, by the story that has fallen in, and look for a means of entrance through the ceiling... But that is very risky... "
He continued to turn the pages of the book. Clarisse asked:
"Is there no window to the room?"
"Yes," he said. "From below, from the river - I have just been there - you can see a little opening, which is also marked on the plan. But it is fifty yards up, sheer; and even then the rock overhangs the water. So that again is out of the question."
He glanced through a few pages of the book. The title of one chapter struck him: The Lovers' Towers He read the opening lines:
"In the old days, the donjon was known to the people of the neighbourhood as the Lovers' Tower, in memory of a fatal tragedy that marked it in the Middle Ages. The Comte de Mortepierre, having received proofs of his wife's faithlessness, imprisoned her in the torture-chamber, where she spent twenty years. One night, her lover, the Sire de Tancarville, with reckless courage, set up a ladder in the river and then clambered up the face of the cliff till he came to the window of the room. After filing the bars, he succeeded in releasing the woman he loved and bringing her down with him by means of a rope. They both reached the top of the ladder, which was watched by his friends, when a shot was fired from the patrol-path and hit the man in the
"That's where we stand," said Lupin to Clarisse Mergy, when he joined her at a neighbouring inn. "This evening the marquis will put Daubrecq to the question - a littie brutally, but indispensably - as I intended to do myself."
"And Daubrecq wrn give up his secret," said Clarisse, already quite upset.
"I'm afraid so."
"Then... "
"I am hesitating between two plans," said Lupin, who seemed very calm. "Either to prevent the interview... "
"How?"
"By forestalling d'Albufex. At nine o'clock, the Growler, the Masher and I climb the ramparts, burst into the fortress, attack the keep, disarm the garrison... and the thing's done: Daubrecq is ours."
"Unless Sebastiani's sons fling him through the trapdoor to which the marquis alluded... " "For that reason," said Lupin, "I intend to risk that violent measure only as a last resort and in case my other plan should not be practicable."
"What is the other plan?"
"To witness the interview. If Daubrecq does not speak, it will give us the time to prepare to carry him off under more favourable conditions. If he speaks, if they compel him to reveal the place where the list of the Twenty-seven is hidden, I shall know the truth at the same time as d'Albufex, and I swear to God that I shall turn it to account before he does."
"Yes, yes," said Clarisse. "But how do you propose to be present?"
"I don't know yet," Lupin confessed. "It depends on certain particulars which the Masher is to bring me and on some which I shall find out for myself."
He left the inn and did not return until an hour later as night was falling. The Masher joined him.
"Have you the little book?" asked Lupin.
"Yes, governor It was what I saw at the Aumale newspaper-shop. I got it for ten sous."
"Give it me."
The Masher handed him an old, soiled, torn pamphlet, entitled, on the cover, A Visit to Mortepierre, 1824, with plans and illustrations.
Lupin at once looked for the plan of the donjon-keep.
"That's it," he said. "Above the ground were three stories, which have been razed, and below the ground, dug out of the rock, two stories, one of which was blocked up by the rubbish, while the other... There, that's where our friend Daubrecq lies. The name is significant: the torture-chamber ... Poor, dear friend!... Between the staircase and the torture-chamber, two doors. Between those two doors, a recess in which the three brothers obviously sit, gun in hand."
"So it is impossible for you to get in that way without being seen."
"Impossible... unless I come from above, by the story that has fallen in, and look for a means of entrance through the ceiling... But that is very risky... "
He continued to turn the pages of the book. Clarisse asked:
"Is there no window to the room?"
"Yes," he said. "From below, from the river - I have just been there - you can see a little opening, which is also marked on the plan. But it is fifty yards up, sheer; and even then the rock overhangs the water. So that again is out of the question."
He glanced through a few pages of the book. The title of one chapter struck him: The Lovers' Towers He read the opening lines:
"In the old days, the donjon was known to the people of the neighbourhood as the Lovers' Tower, in memory of a fatal tragedy that marked it in the Middle Ages. The Comte de Mortepierre, having received proofs of his wife's faithlessness, imprisoned her in the torture-chamber, where she spent twenty years. One night, her lover, the Sire de Tancarville, with reckless courage, set up a ladder in the river and then clambered up the face of the cliff till he came to the window of the room. After filing the bars, he succeeded in releasing the woman he loved and bringing her down with him by means of a rope. They both reached the top of the ladder, which was watched by his friends, when a shot was fired from the patrol-path and hit the man in the