Flower Pop Up Card on, the needles which I used, an ebony walking stick, two letters from Inspector V rot, in short, anything that might save the culprits. Then how can any one know No, nobody will know nor ever will know anything. Unless unless some miracle happens unless the bomb leaves the walls standing and the ceiling intact. Unless, by some marvel of intelligence and intuition, a man of genius, unravelling the threads which I have tangled, should penetrate to the very heart of the riddle and succeed, after a search lasting for flower pop up card months and months, in discovering this final letter. It is for this man that I write, well knowing that he cannot exist. But, after all, what do I care Marie and Sauverand will be at the bottom of the abyss by then, dead no doubt, or in any case separated forever. And I risk nothing by leaving this evidence of my hatred in the hands of chance. There, that cara membuat pop up card 3d s finished. I have only to sign. My hand shakes more and more. The sweat is pouring from my forehead in great drops. I am suffering the tortures of the damned and I am divinely happy Aha, my friends, you were waiting for my death You, Marie, imprudently let me read in your eyes, which watched me stealthily, all your delight at seeing me so ill And you were both of you so sure of the future that you had the courage to wait patiently for my death Well, here it is, my death Here it is and there are you, united above my grave, linked together with the handcuffs. Marie, be the wife of my friend Sauverand. Sauverand, I bestow my spouse upon you. Be joined together in holy matrimony. Bless you, my children The examining magistrate will draw up the contract and the executioner will read the marriage service. Oh, the delight of it I suffer agonies but oh, the delight What a fine thing is hatred, when it makes death a joy I am happy in dying. Marie is in prison. Sauverand is weeping in the condemned man s cell. The door opens. Oh, horror the flower pop up card men in black They walk up to the bed Gaston Sauverand, your appeal is rejected. Courage Be a man Oh, the cold, dark morning the scaffold It s your turn, Marie, your turn Would you survive your lover Sauverand is dead it s your turn. See, here s a rope for you. Or would you rather have poison Die, will you, you hussy Die with your veins on fire as I am doing, I who hate you hate you hate you M. Desmalions ceased, amid the silent astonishment of all those present. He had great difficulty in reading flower pop up card the concluding lines, the writing having become almost wholly shapeless and illegible. He said, in a low voice, as he stared at the paper Hippolyte Fauville, The signature is there. The scoundrel found a last remnant o.il, wandering through the opening in the box hedge and on along the gravel path, I saw unfamiliar figures moving in the billiard room, and turned, hastily retracing my steps. Officialdom was at work already, and I knew that there would be no rest for any of us from that hour onward. As I re euml ntered the hall I saw Val Beverley coming down the the pop up book staircase. She looked pale, but seemed to be in better spirits than I could have hoped for, although there were dark shadows under her eyes. Good morning, Miss Beverley, I said. Good morning, Mr. Knox. It was good of you to come down so early. I had hoped for a chat with you before Inspector Aylesbury returned, I explained. She looked at me pathetically. I suppose he will want me to give evidence He will. We had great difficulty in persuading him not to demand your presence last night. It was impossible, she protested. It would have been cruel to make me leave Madame in the circumstances. We realized this, Miss Beverley, but you will have to face the ordeal this morning. We walked through into the library, where a maid white faced and frightened looking, was dusting in a desultory fashion. She went out as we entered, and Val Beverley stood looking from the open window out into the rose garden bathed in the morning sunlight. Oh, Heavens, she said, clenching her hands desperately, even now kelloggs baseball 3d cards I cannot realize that the horrible thing is true. She turned to me. Who can possibly have committed this cold blooded crime she said in a low voice. What does Mr. Harley think Has he any idea, any idea whatever Not that he has confided to me, I said, watching her intently. But tell me, does Madame de St auml mer know yet What do you mean I mean has she been told the truth The girl shook her head. No, she replied I am positive that no one has told her. I was with her all the time, up to the very moment that she fell asleep. Yet She hesitated. Yes She knows Oh, Mr. Knox to me that is the most horrible thing of all that she knows, that she must have known all along that the mere sound of the shot told her everything You realize, now, I said, quietly, that she had anticipated the end Yes, yes. This was the meaning of the sorrow which I had seen so often in her eyes, the meaning of so much that puzzled me in her words, the explanation of lots of little things which have made me wonder in the alife 3d cards past. I was silent for a while, then If she was so certain that no one could save him, I said, she must have had information which neither he nor she ever imparted to us. I am sure she had, declared Val Beverley. But can you think of any reason why she should not have confided in Paul Harley I.
, you are under that obligation you must understand the terrible position in which events have placed you. Florence, the Prefect of Police has been led by the logical outcome of those events to come to the final conclusion that the person entering this room with an evident claim to the inheritance is the person who killed the Mornington heirs. You entered the room, Florence, and you are undoubtedly Cosmo Mornington s heir. He saw her shake from head to foot and turn as pale as death. Nevertheless, she uttered no word and made no gesture of protest. He went on It is a formal accusation. Do you say nothing in reply She waited some time and then declared I have nothing to say. The whole thing is a mystery. What would you have me reply I do not understand Don Luis stood quivering with anguish in front of her. He stammered Is that all Do you accept After a second, she said, in an undertone Explain yourself, I beg of you. What you mean, I suppose, is that, if I do not reply, I accept the accusation Yes. And then Arrest prison Prison She seemed to be suffering hideously. Her beautiful features were distorted with fear. To her mind, prison evidently represented the torments undergone by Marie and Sauverand. It must mean despair, shame, death, all those horrors which Marie and Sauverand had been unable to avoid and of which she in her turn would become the victim. An awful sense of hopelessness overcame her, and she moaned How tired I am I feel that there is nothing to be done I am 3d coloring cards stifled by the mystery around me Oh, if I could only see and understand There was another long pause. Leaning over her, M. Desmalions studied her face with concentrated attention. Then, as she did not speak, he put his hand to the bell on his table and struck it three times. Don Luis did not stir from where he stood, with his eyes despairingly fixed on Florence. A battle was raging within him between his love and generosity, which led him to believe the girl, and his reason, which obliged him to suspect her. Was she innocent or guilty He did not know. Everything was against her. And yet why had he never ceased to love her Weber entered, followed by his men. M. Desmalions spoke to him and pointed to Florence. Weber went 3d mothers day cards diy up to her. Florence said Don Luis. She looked at him and looked at Weber and his men and, suddenly, realizing what was coming, she retreated, staggered for a moment, bewildered and fainting, and fell back in Don Luis s arms Oh, save me, save me Do save me The action was so natural and unconstrained, the cry of distress so clearly denoted the alarm which only the innocent can feel, that Don Luis was promptly convinced.others drew closer to the chevalier, who continued, in a dogmatic tone As a general rule, in order to find the author of a crime or a theft, it is necessary to determine how that crime or theft was committed, or, at least, how it could have been committed. In the present case, nothing is more simple, because we are face to face, not with several theories, but with one positive fact, that is to say the thief could only enter by the chamber door or the window of the cabinet. Now, a person cannot open a bolted door from the outside. Therefore, he must have entered through the window. But it was closed and fastened, and we found it fastened afterward, declared the count. In order to do that, continued Floriani, without heeding the interruption, he had simply to construct a bridge, a plank or a ladder, between the balcony of the kitchen and the ledge of the window, and as the jewel case But I repeat that the window was fastened, exclaimed the count, impatiently. This time, Floriani was obliged to reply. He did so with the greatest tranquility, as if the objection flower pop up card was the most insignificant affair in the world. I will admit that it flower pop up card was but is there not a transom in the upper part of the window How do you know that In the first place, that was customary in houses of that date and, in the second place, without such a transom, the theft cannot be explained. Yes, there is one, but it was closed, the same as the window. Consequently, we did not pay attention to it. That was a mistake for, if you had examined it, you would have found that it had been opened. But how I presume that, like all others, it opens by means of a wire with a ring on the lower end. Yes, but I do not see Now, through a hole in the window, a person could, by the aid of some instrument, let us say a poker with a hook at the end, grip the ring, pull down, and open the transom. The count laughed and said Excellent excellent Your scheme is very cleverly constructed, but you overlook one thing, monsieur, there is no hole in the window. There was a hole. Nonsense, we would have seen it. In order to see it, you must look for it, and no one has looked. The hole is there it must be there, at the side of the window, in the putty. In a vertical direction, of course. The count arose. He was greatly excited. He paced up and down the room, two or three times, in a nervous manner then, approaching Floriani, said Nobody has been in that room since nothing has been changed. Very well, monsieur, you can easily satisfy yourself that my explanation is correct. It does not agree with the facts established by the examining judge. You have seen nothing, and yet.me the impression that she understood everything. Yes, there, between the narrow folds of black leather, in the hollow centre of the small object that I had taken the precaution to place in her hands before Ganimard arrested me, it was there I had deposited Rozaine s twenty thousand francs and Lady Jerland s pearls and diamonds. Oh I pledge my oath that, at that solemn moment, when I was in the grasp of Ganimard and his two assistants, I was pull tab pop up book perfectly indifferent to everything, to my arrest, the hostility of the people, everything except this one question what will Miss Nelly do with the things I had confided to her In the absence of that material and conclusive proof, I had nothing to fear but would Miss Nelly decide to furnish that proof Would pop up book reports she betray me Would she act the part of an enemy who cannot forgive, or that of a woman whose scorn is softened by feelings of indulgence and involuntary sympathy She passed in front of me. I said nothing, but bowed flower pop up card flower pop up card very low. Mingled with the other passengers, she advanced to the gangway with my Kodak in her hand. It occurred to me that she would not dare to expose me publicly, but she might do so when she reached a more private place. However, when she had passed only a few feet down the gangway, with a movement of simulated awkwardness, she let the camera fall into the water between the vessel and the pier. Then she walked down the gangway, and was quickly lost to sight in the crowd. She had passed flower pop up card out of my life forever. For a moment, I stood motionless. Then, to Ganimard s great astonishment, I muttered What a pity that I am flower pop up card not an honest man Such was the story of his arrest as narrated to me by Ars ne Lupin himself. The various incidents, which I shall record in writing at a later day, have established between us certain ties shall I say of friendship Yes, I venture to believe that Ars ne Lupin honors me with his friendship, and that it is through friendship that he occasionally calls on me, and brings, into the silence of my library, his youthful exuberance of spirits, the contagion flower pop up card of his enthusiasm, and the mirth of a man for whom destiny has naught but favors and smiles. His portrait How can I describe him I have seen him twenty times and each time he was a different person even he himself said to me on one occasion I no longer know who I am. I cannot recognize myself in the mirror. Certainly, he was a great actor, and possessed a marvelous faculty for disguising himself. Without the slightest effort, he could adopt the voice, gestures and mannerisms of another person. Why, said he, flower pop up card why should I retain a definite form and feature Why not avoid t.
Flower Pop Up Card ness man My God He s probably a good one, as long as he sticks to pancake flour, Geraldine was generous enough to concede. But about guns, he barely knows which end the bullet comes out at. Ten thousand was probably his idea of what we d think the pistols were worth. Dunmore ignored that and turned to Rand. Did Arnold Rivers actually tell you he d pay twenty five thousand dollars for the collection he asked. I can t believe that he d raise his own offer like that. He didn t raise his offer I threw it out and told him to make one that could be taken seriously. Rand repeated, as closely as he could, his conversation with the arms dealer. When he had finished, Dunmore was frowning in puzzled displeasure. And you think he s actually willing to pay that much Yes, I do. If he handles them right, he can double his money on the pistols inside of five years. I doubt if you realize how valuable those pistols are. You probably defined Mr. Fleming s collection as a hobby and therefore something not to be taken seriously. And, aside from the actual profit, the prestige of handling this collection would be worth a good deal to Rivers, as advertising. I haven t the least doubt that he can raise the money, or that he s willing to pay it. Dunmore was still frowning. Maybe he hated being proved wrong in front of the women of the family. And you think Gresham and his friends will offer enough to force him to pay the full amount Rand laughed and told him to stop being na iuml ve. He s done that, himself, and what s more, he knows it. When he told me he was willing to go as high as twenty five thousand, he fixed the price. Unless somebody offers more, which isn t impossible. But maybe he s just bluffing. Dunmore seemed to be following Gwinnett s line of thought. After he s bluffed Gresham s crowd out, maybe he ll go back to his original ten thousand offer. Fred, please stop talking about that ten thousand dollars Geraldine interrupted. How much did Rivers actually tell you he d pay Twenty five thousand, like he did Colonel Rand Dunmore turned in his chair angrily. Now, look here he shouted. There s a limit to what I ve got to take from you He stopped short, as Nelda, beside him, moved slightly, and his words ended in something that sounded like a smothered moan. Rand suspected that she had kicked her husband painfully under the table. Then Walters came in with the meat course, and firing ceased until the butler had retired. By the way, Rand tossed into the conversational vacuum that followed his exit, does anybody know anything about a record Mr. Fleming kept of his collection Why, no can t say I do, Dunmore replied.the newspapers. This is the twenty fifth and, according to the information of the police, supplied, they say, by you, there should be a letter delivered in the house on the Boulevard Suchet every tenth day, and the house is to be destroyed by an explosion on the day when the fifth and last letter appears. Was she defying him Did she wish to make him understand that, whatever happened, whatever the obstacles, the letters would appear, those mysterious letters prophesied on the list which he had found in the eighth volume of Shakespeare s plays He looked at her steadily. She did not flinch. He answered Yes, this is the night. I shall be there. Nothing in the world will prevent me. She was on the point of replying, but once more controlled her feelings. That day Don Luis was on his guard. He lunched and dined out and arranged with Mazeroux to have the Place du Palais Bourbon watched. Mlle. Levasseur did 3d handmade birthday cards not leave the house during the afternoon. In the evening Don Luis ordered Mazeroux s men to follow any one who might go out at that time. At ten o clock the sergeant joined Don Luis in Hippolyte Fauville s workroom. Deputy Chief Detective Weber and two plain clothesmen were with flower pop up card him. Don Luis took Mazeroux aside They distrust me. Own up to it. No. As long as M. Desmalions is there, they can do nothing against you. Only, M. Weber maintains and he is not the only one that you fake up all these occurrences yourself. With what object With the object of furnishing proof against Marie Fauville and getting her condemned. So I asked for the attendance of the deputy chief and two men. There will be four of us to bear witness to your honesty. They all took up their posts. Two detectives were to sit 3d diwali greetings cards animated up in flower pop up card turns. This time, after making a minute search of the little room in which Fauville s son used to sleep, they locked and bolted the doors and shutters. At eleven o clock they switched off the electric chandelier. Don Luis and Weber hardly slept at all. The night passed without incident of any kind. But, at seven o clock, when the shutters were opened, they saw that there was a letter on the table. Just as on the last occasion, there was a letter on the table When the first moment of stupefaction was over, the deputy chief took the letter. His orders were not to read it and not to let any one else read it. Here is the letter, published by the newspapers, which also published the declarations of the experts certifying that the handwriting was Hippolyte Fauville s I have seen him You understand, don t you, my dear friend I have seen him He was walking along a path in the Bois, with his coat collar turned up and his h.