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"I thought ... I supposed----"
"What? That I am a clairvoyant? Or a sorcerer?"
"No, but I have seen you do some marvellous things."
"No person can perform _marvellous_ things. I no more than you. I reflect, I deduct, I conclude--that is all; but I do not divine. Only fools divine."
Wilson a.s.sumed the att.i.tude of a whipped cur, and resolved not to make a fool of himself by trying to divine why Sholmes paced the room with quick, nervous strides. But when Sholmes rang for the servant and ordered his valise, Wilson thought that he was in possession of a material fact which gave him the right to reflect, deduct and conclude that his a.s.sociate was about to take a journey. The same mental operation permitted him to a.s.sert, with almost mathematical exactness:
"Sholmes, you are going to Paris."
"Possibly."
"And Lupin's affront impels you to go, rather than the desire to a.s.sist the Baron d'Imblevalle."
"Possibly."
"Sholmes, I shall go with you."
"Ah; ah! my old friend," exclaimed Sholmes, interrupting his walking, "you are not afraid that your right arm will meet the same fate as your left?"
"What can happen to me? You will be there."
"That's the way to talk, Wilson. We will show that clever Frenchman that he made a mistake when he threw his glove in our faces. Be quick, Wilson, we must catch the first train."
"Without waiting for the papers the baron has sent you?"
"What good are they?"
"I will send a telegram."
"No; if you do that, a.r.s.ene Lupin will know of my arrival. I wish to avoid that. This time, Wilson, we must fight under cover."
That afternoon, the two friends embarked at Dover. The pa.s.sage was a delightful one. In the train from Calais to Paris, Sholmes had three hours sound sleep, while Wilson guarded the door of the compartment.
Sholmes awoke in good spirits. He was delighted at the idea of another duel with a.r.s.ene Lupin, and he rubbed his hands with the satisfied air of a man who looks forward to a pleasant vacation.
"At last!" exclaimed Wilson, "we are getting to work again."
And he rubbed his hands with the same satisfied air.
At the station, Sholmes took the wraps and, followed by Wilson, who carried the valises, he gave up his tickets and started off briskly.
"Fine weather, Wilson.... Blue sky and suns.h.i.+ne! Paris is giving us a royal reception."
"Yes, but what a crowd!"
"So much the better, Wilson, we will pa.s.s unnoticed. No one will recognize us in such a crowd."
"Is this Monsieur Sholmes?"
He stopped, somewhat puzzled. Who the deuce could thus address him by his name? A woman stood beside him; a young girl whose simple dress outlined her slender form and whose pretty face had a sad and anxious expression. She repeated her enquiry:
"You are Monsieur Sholmes?"
As he still remained silent, as much from confusion as from a habit of prudence, the girl asked a third time:
"Have I the honor of addressing Monsieur Sholmes?"
"What do you want?" he replied, testily, considering the incident a suspicious one.
"You must listen to me, Monsieur Sholmes, as it is a serious matter. I know that you are going to the rue Murillo."
"What do you say?"
"I know ... I know ... rue Murillo ... number 18. Well, you must not go ... no, you must not. I a.s.sure you that you will regret it. Do not think that I have any interest in the matter. I do it because it is right ...
because my conscience tells me to do it."
Sholmes tried to get away, but she persisted:
"Oh! I beg of you, don't neglect my advice.... Ah! if I only knew how to convince you! Look at me! Look into my eyes! They are sincere ... they speak the truth."
She gazed at Sholmes, fearlessly but innocently, with those beautiful eyes, serious and clear, in which her very soul seemed to be reflected.
Wilson nodded his head, as he said:
"Mademoiselle looks honest."
"Yes," she implored, "and you must have confidence----"
"I have confidence in you, mademoiselle," replied Wilson.
"Oh, how happy you make me! And so has your friend? I feel it ... I am sure of it! What happiness! Everything will be all right now!... What a good idea of mine!... Ah! yes, there is a train for Calais in twenty minutes. You will take it.... Quick, follow me ... you must come this way ... there is just time."
She tried to drag them along. Sholmes seized her arm, and in as gentle a voice as he could a.s.sume, said to her:
"Excuse me, mademoiselle, if I cannot yield to your wishes, but I never abandon a task that I have once undertaken."
"I beseech you ... I implore you.... Ah if you could only understand!"
Sholmes pa.s.sed outside and walked away at a quick pace. Wilson said to the girl:
"Have no fear ... he will be in at the finish. He never failed yet."
And he ran to overtake Sholmes.
HERLOCK SHOLMES--a.r.s.eNE LUPIN.