Panting for breath, the lady exclaimed:

“Arsène Lupin⁠ ⁠… he attacked us⁠ ⁠… he stole my jewels.⁠ ⁠… I am Madame Renaud⁠ ⁠… my husband is a director of the penitentiary service.⁠ ⁠… Ah! here is my brother, Georges Ardelle, director of the Crédit Rouennais⁠ ⁠… you must know.⁠ ⁠…”

She embraced a young man who had just joined us, and whom the commissary saluted. Then she continued, weeping:

“Yes, Arsène Lupin⁠ ⁠… while monsieur was sleeping, he seized him by the throat.⁠ ⁠… Mon. Berlat, a friend of my husband.”

The commissary asked:

“But where is Arsène Lupin?”

“He leaped from the train, when passing through the tunnel.”

“Are you sure that it was he?”