The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsène Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar | Page 9

going to bother myself about such a silly story as that!"
"How much do you ask to pass tomorrow night in the castle?"
"Not a sou. Now, leave me alone."
"Name your own price. I am rich and can pay it."
This offer disconcerted Ganimard, who replied, calmly:
"I am here on a vacation. I have no right to undertake such work."
"No one will know. I promise to keep it secret."
"Oh! nothing will happen."
"Come! three thousand francs. Will that be enough?"
The detective, after a moment's reflection, said:
"Very well. But I must warn you that you are throwing your money out of the window."

"I do not care."
"In that case...but, after all, what do we know about this devil Lupin! He may have quite
a numerous band of robbers with him. Are you sure of your servants?"
"My faith---"
"Better not count on them. I will telegraph for two of my men to help me. And now, go!
It is better for us not to be seen together. Tomorrow evening about nine o'clock."
* * * * *
The following day--the date fixed by Arsène Lupin--Baron Cahorn arranged all his
panoply of war, furbished his weapons, and, like a sentinel, paced to and fro in front of
the castle. He saw nothing, heard nothing. At half-past eight o'clock in the evening, he
dismissed his servants. They occupied rooms in a wing of the building, in a retired spot,
well removed from the main portion of the castle. Shortly thereafter, the baron heard the
sound of approaching footsteps. It was Ganimard and his two assistants--great, powerful
fellows with immense hands, and necks like bulls. After asking a few questions relating
to the location of the various entrances and rooms, Ganimard carefully closed and
barricaded all the doors and windows through which one could gain access to the
threatened rooms. He inspected the walls, raised the tapestries, and finally installed his
assistants in the central gallery which was located between the two salons.
"No nonsense! We are not here to sleep. At the slightest sound, open the windows of the
court and call me. Pay attention also to the water-side. Ten metres of perpendicular rock
is no obstacle to those devils."
Ganimard locked his assistants in the gallery, carried away the keys, and said to the
baron:
"And now, to our post."
He had chosen for himself a small room located in the thick outer wall, between the two
principal doors, and which, in former years, had been the watchman's quarters. A
peep-hole opened upon the bridge; another on the court. In one corner, there was an
opening to a tunnel.
"I believe you told me, Monsieur le Baron, that this tunnel is the only subterranean
entrance to the castle and that it has been closed up for time immemorial?"
"Yes."
"Then, unless there is some other entrance, known only to Arsène Lupin, we are quite
safe."
He placed three chairs together, stretched himself upon them, lighted his pipe and sighed:

"Really, Monsieur le Baron, I feel ashamed to accept your money for such a sinecure as
this. I will tell the story to my friend Lupin. He will enjoy it immensely."
The baron did not laugh. He was anxiously listening, but heard nothing save the beating
of his own heart. From time to time, he leaned over the tunnel and cast a fearful eye into
its depths. He heard the clock strike eleven, twelve, one.
Suddenly, he seized Ganimard's arm. The latter leaped up, awakened from his sleep.
"Do you hear?" asked the baron, in a whisper.
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"I was snoring, I suppose."
"No, no, listen."
"Ah! yes, it is the horn of an automobile."
"Well?"
"Well! it is very improbable that Lupin would use an automobile like a battering-ram to
demolish your castle. Come, Monsieur le Baron, return to your post. I am going to sleep.
Good-night."
That was the only alarm. Ganimard resumed his interrupted slumbers, and the baron
heard nothing except the regular snoring of his companion. At break of day, they left the
room. The castle was enveloped in a profound calm; it was a peaceful dawn on the bosom
of a tranquil river. They mounted the stairs, Cahorn radiant with joy, Ganimard calm as
usual. They heard no sound; they saw nothing to arouse suspicion.
"What did I tell you, Monsieur le Baron? Really, I should not have accepted your offer. I
am ashamed."
He unlocked the door and entered the gallery. Upon two chairs, with drooping heads and
pendent arms, the detective's two assistants were asleep.
"Tonnerre de nom d'un chien!" exclaimed Ganimard. At the same moment, the baron
cried out:
"The pictures! The credence!"
He stammered, choked, with arms outstretched toward the empty places, toward the
denuded walls