“Yes, that is it⁠—they lost their nerve⁠ ⁠… On the other hand, it is true⁠—”

“What is true?”

“Oh! nothing.”

What was the meaning of Lupin’s reticence? It was quite obvious that he had not told me everything; there was something he was loath to tell. His conduct puzzled me. It must indeed be a very serious matter to cause such a man as Arsène Lupin even a momentary hesitation. I threw out a few questions at random.

“Have you seen them since?”

“No.”

“And have you never experienced the slightest degree of pity for those unfortunate people?”

“I!” he exclaimed, with a start.