That evening, a Paris paper, which did not yet know of the capture, printed the following paragraphs: "Enquiries are being made after a M. and Mme. Bragoff, who landed at Marseilles six weeks ago and there hired a motor-car. They had been living in Australia for many years, during which time they had not visited Europe; and they wrote to the director of the Jardin d'Acclimatation, with whom they were in the habit of corresponding, that they were bringing with them a curious creature, of an entirely unknown species, of which it was difficult to say whether it was a man or a monkey. "According to M. Bragoff, who is an eminent archaeologist, the specimen in question is the anthropoid ape, or rather the ape-man, the existence of which had not hitherto been definitely proved. The structure is said to be exactly similar to that of _Pithecanthropus erectus_, discovered by Dr. Dubois in Java in 1891. "This curious, intelligent and observant animal acted as its owner's servant on their property in Australia and used to clean their motor-car and even attempt to drive it. "The question that is being asked is where are M. and Mme. Bragoff? Where is the strange primate that landed with them at Marseilles?" The answer to this question was now made easy. Thanks to the hints supplied by Arsene Lupin, all the elements of the tragedy were known. Thanks to him, the culprit was in the hands of the law. You can see him at the Jardin d'Acclimatation, where he is locked up under the name of "Three Stars." He is, in point of fact, a monkey; but he is also a man. He has the gentleness and the wisdom of the domestic animals and the sadness which they feel when their master dies. But he has many other qualities that bring him much closer to humanity: he is treacherous, cruel, idle, greedy and quarrelsome; and, above all, he is immoderately fond of brandy. Apart from that, he is a monkey. Unless indeed ...! * * * * * A few days after Three Stars' arrest, I saw Arsene Lupin standing in front of his cage. Lupin was manifestly trying to solve this interesting problem for himself. I at once said, for I had set my heart upon having the matter out with him: "You know, Lupin, that intervention of yours, your argument, your letter, in short, did not surprise me so much as you might think!" "Oh, really?" he said, calmly. "And why?" "Why? Because the incident has occurred before, seventy or eighty years ago. Edgar Allan Poe made it the subject of one of his finest tales. In those circumstances, the key to the riddle was easy enough to find." Arsene Lupin took my arm, and walking away with me, said: "When did you guess it, yourself?" "On reading your letter," I confessed. "And at what part of my letter?" "At the end."