"There is no question of arresting Arsène Lupin, or, at least, it requires time, a whole series of measures, which I have not yet had the leisure to contrive, because I looked upon Lupin as settled down . . . or dead." Valenglay stamped his foot with the impatience of a man who likes to see his wishes realized on the spot: "And yet . . . and yet, my dear Lenormand, something must be done . . . if only for your own sake. You know as well as I do that you have powerful enemies . . . and that, if I were not there . . . In short, Lenormand, you can't be allowed to get out of it like this. What are you doing about the accomplices? There are others besides Lupin. There is Marco; and there's the rogue who impersonated Mr. Kesselbach in order to visit the cellars of the Crédit Lyonnais." "Would you be satisfied if you got him, Monsieur le Président?" "Would I be satisfied? Heavens alive, I should think I would!" "Well, give me seven days." "Seven days! Why, it's not a question of days, my dear Lenormand! It's a question of hours!" "How many will you give me, Monsieur le Président?" Valenglay took out his watch and chuckled: "I will give you ten minutes, my dear Lenormand!" The chief took out his, and emphasizing each syllable, said calmly: "That is four minutes more than I want, Monsieur le Président." Valenglay looked at him in amazement. "Four minutes more than you want? What do you mean by that?" "I mean, Monsieur le Président, that the ten minutes which you allow me are superfluous. I want six, and not one minute more." "Oh, but look here, Lenormand . . . if you imagine that this is the time for joking . . ." The chief detective went to the window and beckoned to two men who were walking round the courtyard. Then he returned: "Mr. Attorney-General, would you have the kindness to sign a warrant for the arrest of Auguste Maximin Philippe Daileron, aged forty-seven? You might leave the profession open." He went to the door: "Come in, Gourel. You, too, Dieuzy." Gourel entered, accompanied by Inspector Dieuzy. "Have you the handcuffs, Gourel?" "Yes, chief." M. Lenormand went up to Valenglay: "Monsieur le Président, everything is ready. But I entreat you most urgently to forego this arrest. It upsets all my plans; it may render them abortive; and, for the sake of what, after all, is a very trifling satisfaction, it exposes us to the risk of jeopardizing the whole business." "M. Lenormand, let me remark that you have only eighty seconds left." The chief suppressed a gesture of annoyance, strode across the room and, leaning on his stick, sat down angrily, as though he had decided not to speak. Then, suddenly making up his mind: "Monsieur le Président, the first person who enters this room will be the man whose arrest you asked for . . . against my wish, as I insist on pointing out to you." "Fifteen seconds, Lenormand!"