"It is a handsome figure. But is it not likely that some sovereign, let us say, the King of England, would give as much as a million? In all sincerity?" "I believe so." "And that those letters are priceless to the Emperor, that they are worth two million quite as easily as two hundred thousand francs . . . three million as easily as two?" "I think so." "And, if necessary, the Emperor would give that three million francs?" "Yes." "Then it will not be difficult to come to an arrangement." "On that basis?" cried the stranger, not without some alarm. Lupin smiled again: "On that basis, no. . . . I am not looking for money. I want something else, something that is worth more to me than any number of millions." "What is that?" "My liberty." "What! Your liberty. . . . But I can do nothing. . . . That concerns your country . . . the law. . . . I have no power." Lupin went up to him and, lowering his voice still more: "You have every power, Sire. . . . My liberty is not such an exceptional event that they are likely to refuse you." "Then I should have to ask for it?" "Yes." "Of whom?" "Of Valenglay, the prime minister." "But M. Valenglay himself can do no more than I." "He can open the doors of this prison for me." "It would cause a public outcry." "When I say, open . . . half-open would be enough . . . We should counterfeit an escape. . . . The public so thoroughly expects it that it would not so much as ask for an explanation." "Very well . . . but M. Valenglay will never consent. . . ." "He will consent." "Why?" "Because you will express the wish." "My wishes are not commands . . . to him!" "No . . . but an opportunity of making himself agreeable to the Emperor by fulfilling them. And Valenglay is too shrewd a politician. . . ." "Nonsense! Do you imagine that the French government will commit so illegal an act for the sole pleasure of making itself agreeable to me?" "That pleasure will not be the sole one." "What will be the other?" "The pleasure of serving France by accepting the proposal which will accompany the request for my release." "I am to make a proposal? I?" "Yes, Sire." "What proposal?" "I do not know, but it seems to me that there is always a favorable ground on which to come to an understanding . . . there are possibilities of agreement. . . ." The stranger looked at him, without grasping his meaning. Lupin leant forward and, as though seeking his words, as though putting an imaginary case, said: "Let me suppose that two great countries are divided by some insignificant question . . . that they have different points of view on a matter of secondary importance . . . a colonial matter, for instance, in which their self-esteem is at stake rather than their interest. . . . Is it inconceivable that the ruler of one of those countries might come of his own accord to treat this matter in a new spirit of conciliation . . . and give the necessary instructions . . . so that . . ."