"I mean what I say. How much? Answer me, can't you? We drive the same trade, you and I. I steal, thou stealest, we steal. So we ought to come to terms: that's what we are here for. Well? Is it a bargain? Shall we clear out together. I will give you a post in my gang, an easy, well-paid post. How much do you want for yourself? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Fix your own price; don't be shy. There's plenty to be had for the asking." An angry shiver passed through his frame as he saw the impassive face of his keeper: "Oh, the beggar won't even answer! Why, you can't have been so fond of old Dugrival as all that! Listen to me: if you consent to release me...." But he interrupted himself. The young man's eyes wore the cruel expression which he knew so well. What was the use of trying to move him? "Hang it all!" he snarled. "I'm not going to croak here, like a dog! Oh, if I could only...." Stiffening all his muscles, he tried to burst his bonds, making a violent effort that drew a cry of pain from him; and he fell back upon his bed, exhausted. "Well, well," he muttered, after a moment, "it's as the widow said: my goose is cooked. Nothing to be done. _De profundis_, Lupin." A quarter of an hour passed, half an hour.... Gabriel, moving closer to Lupin, saw that his eyes were shut and that his breath came evenly, like that of a man sleeping. But Lupin said: "Don't imagine that I'm asleep, youngster. No, people don't sleep at a moment like this. Only I am consoling myself. Needs must, eh?... And then I am thinking of what is to come after.... Exactly. I have a little theory of my own about that. You wouldn't think it, to look at me, but I believe in metempsychosis, in the transmigration of souls. It would take too long to explain, however.... I say, boy ... suppose we shook hands before we part? You won't? Then good-bye. Good health and a long life to you, Gabriel!..." He closed his eyelids and did not stir again before Mme. Dugrival's return. The widow entered with a lively step, at a few minutes before twelve. She seemed greatly excited: "I have the money," she said to her nephew. "Run away. I'll join you in the motor down below." "But...." "I don't want your help to finish him off. I can do that alone. Still, if you feel like seeing the sort of a face a rogue can pull.... Pass me the weapon." Gabriel handed her the revolver and the widow continued: "Have you burnt our papers?" "Yes." "Then to work. And, as soon as he's done for, be off. The shots may bring the neighbours. They must find both the flats empty." She went up to the bed: "Are you ready, Lupin?" "Ready's not the word: I'm burning with impatience." "Have you any request to make of me?" "None." "Then...." "One word, though." "What is it?" "If I meet Dugrival in the next world, what message am I to give him from you?" She shrugged her shoulders and put the barrel of the revolver to Lupin's temple.