"Somebody who is making you a handsome present of seven hooligans of the finest quality." "Still, I should like to know. . . ." "My name?" "Yes." "Arsène Lupin." He nimbly tripped the chief inspector up, ran to the Rue de Rivoli, jumped into a passing taxi-cab and drove to the Porte des Ternes. The Route de la Revolte was close by. He went to No. 3. * * * * * For all his coolness and self-command, Arsène Lupin was unable to control his excitement. Would he find Dolores Kesselbach? Had Louis de Malreich taken her either to his own place or to the Broker's shed? Lupin had taken the key of the shed from the Broker, so that it was easy for him, after ringing and walking across the different yards, to open the door and enter the lumber-shop. He switched on his lantern and took his bearings. A little to the right was the free space in which he had seen the accomplices hold their last confabulation. On the sofa mentioned by the Broker he saw a black figure, Dolores lay wrapped in blankets and gagged. He helped her up. "Ah, it's you, it's you!" she stammered. "They haven't touched you!" And, rising and pointing to the back of the shop: "There . . . he went out that side . . . I heard him. . . . I am sure. . . . You must go . . . please!" "I must get you away first," he said. "No, never mind me . . . go after him. . . . I entreat you. . . . Strike him!" Fear, this time, instead of dejecting her, seemed to be giving her unwonted strength; and she repeated, with an immense longing to place her terrible enemy in his power: "Go after him first. . . . I can't go on living like this. . . . You must save me from him. . . . I can't go on living. . . ." He unfastened her bonds, laid her carefully on the sofa and said: "You are right. . . . Besides, you have nothing to fear here. . . . Wait for me, I shall come back." As he was going away, she caught hold of his hand: "But you yourself?" "Well?" "If that man . . ." It was as though she dreaded for Lupin the great, final contest to which she was exposing him and as though, at the last moment, she would have been glad to hold him back. He said: "Thank you, have no fear. What have I to be afraid of? He is alone." And, leaving her, he went to the back of the shed. As he expected, he found a ladder standing against the wall which brought him to the level of the little window through which he had watched the scoundrels hold their meeting. It was the way by which Malreich had returned to his house in the Rue Delaizement. He, therefore, took the same road, just as he had done a few hours earlier, climbed into the loft of the other coach-house and down into the garden. He found himself at the back of the villa occupied by Malreich.