"No, not of Arsene Lupin, but of the man whom he believes to be d'Emboise and who promised to give him a hundred thousand francs within a week after the marriage." "Oh, the villain!... He planned everything, foresaw everything...." "Foresaw everything, uncle, down to shamming an attempt upon his life so as to avert suspicion, down to shamming a wound received in your service." "But with what object? Why all these dastardly tricks?" "Angelique has a fortune of eleven million francs. Your solicitor in Paris was to hand the securities next week to the counterfeit d'Emboise, who had only to realize them forthwith and disappear. But, this very morning, you yourself were to hand your son-in-law, as a personal wedding-present, five hundred thousand francs' worth of bearer-stock, which he has arranged to deliver to one of his accomplices at nine o'clock this evening, outside the castle, near the Great Oak, so that they may be negotiated to-morrow morning in Brussels." The Duc de Sarzeau-Vendome had risen from his seat and was stamping furiously up and down the room: "At nine o'clock this evening?" he said. "We'll see about that.... We'll see about that.... I'll have the gendarmes here before then...." "Arsene Lupin laughs at gendarmes." "Let's telegraph to Paris." "Yes, but how about the five hundred thousand francs?... And, still worse, uncle, the scandal?... Think of this: your daughter, Angelique de Sarzeau-Vendome, married to that swindler, that thief.... No, no, it would never do...." "What then?" "What?..." The nephew now rose and, stepping to a gun-rack, took down a rifle and laid it on the table, in front of the duke: "Away in Algeria, uncle, on the verge of the desert, when we find ourselves face to face with a wild beast, we do not send for the gendarmes. We take our rifle and we shoot the wild beast. Otherwise, the beast would tear us to pieces with its claws." "What do you mean?" "I mean that, over there, I acquired the habit of dispensing with the gendarmes. It is a rather summary way of doing justice, but it is the best way, believe me, and to-day, in the present case, it is the only way. Once the beast is killed, you and I will bury it in some corner, unseen and unknown." "And Angelique?" "We will tell her later." "What will become of her?" "She will be my wife, the wife of the real d'Emboise. I desert her to-morrow and return to Algeria. The divorce will be granted in two months' time." The duke listened, pale and staring, with set jaws. He whispered: "Are you sure that his accomplices on the yacht will not inform him of your escape?" "Not before to-morrow." "So that ...?" "So that inevitably, at nine o'clock this evening, Arsene Lupin, on his way to the Great Oak, will take the patrol-path that follows the old ramparts and skirts the ruins of the chapel. I shall be there, in the ruins." "I shall be there too," said the Duc de Sarzeau-Vendome, quietly, taking down a gun.