the extraordinary adventures of arsène lupin gentleman burglar

Yet I was careful to take my revolver from its case-a large, powerful weapon-and place it beside my bed. The light of my candle restored my courage. I ascended the stairs on tiptoe, and reached my room as quickly as possible then, contrary to my usual habit, I turned the key and pushed the bolt. Forthwith, I was disagreeably oppressed by the darkness and silence of the night.

Then I recalled the fact that Antoine was away I had given him a short leave of absence. 'Well, that is good,' I murmured, 'Antoine has forgotten to light a candle.' The Saint-Martins have impressed me with their stories of brigands and thieves.' 'Oh! I say that as I would say anything else. 'Well, you are very cheering, I must say.' 'But this house is so isolated.no neighbors.vacant lots.Really, I am not a coward, and yet-' When we arrived in front of the little house in which I had lived for a year at Neuilly, on the boulevard Maillot, he said to me: Jean Daspry-that delightful, heedless Daspry who, six months later, was killed in such a tragic manner on the frontier of Morocco-Jean Daspry and I returned on foot through the dark, warm night.

The Saint-Martins went away in an automobile. That is always a poor overture to a night's sleep. I had dined with some friends at the Cascade restaurant, and, the entire evening, whilst we smoked and the orchestra played melancholy waltzes, we talked only of crimes and thefts, and dark and frightful intrigues. And, for my part, I attribute the anomalous conduct of which I was guilty on that occasion to the unusual from of mind in which I found myself on my return home. The first act takes place during that memorable night of 22 June, of which so much has already been said. It was by chance that I was participant in one of his strangest and most mysterious adventures and by chance that I was an actor in a drama of which he was the marvelous stage director an obscure and intricate drama, bristling with such thrilling events that I feel a certain embarrassment in undertaking to describe it. The answer is simple: chance alone presided over my choice my merit was not considered. The details that I gather concerning that mysterious man, the irrefutable facts that I present, the new evidence that I produce, the interpretation that I place on certain acts of which the public has seen only the exterior manifestations without being able to discover the secret reasons or the invisible mechanism, all establish, if not an intimacy, at least amicable relations and regular confidences.īut how did I make his acquaintance? Why was I selected to be his historiographer? Why I, and not some one else? My connection with Arsene Lupin was well known. I am frequently asked this question: 'How did you make the acquaintance of Arsene Lupin?' 350976 The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Burglar - Chapter VI: The seven of hearts Maurice Leblanc

The extraordinary adventures of arsène lupin gentleman burglar