# Arsène Lupin/Chapter XXIII

CHAPTER XXIII
THE END OF THE DUEL
"THE handcuffs?" said Lupin; and his face fell. Then it cleared; and he added lightly, "After all, there's nothing like being careful; and, by Jove, with me you need to be. I might get away yet. What luck it is for you that I'm so soft, so little of a Charmerace, so human! Truly, I can't be much of a man of the world, to be in love like this!"
"Come, come, hold out your hands!" said Guerchard, jingling the handcuffs impatiently.
"I should like to see that child for the last time," said Lupin gently.
"All right," said Guerchard.
"Arsène Lupin—and nabbed by you! If you aren't in luck! Here you are!" said Lupin bitterly; and he held out his wrists.
Guerchard snapped the handcuffs on them with a grunt of satisfaction.
Lupin gazed down at them with a bitter face, and said: "Oh, you are in luck! You're not married by any chance?"
​"Yes, yes; I am," said Guerchard hastily; and he went quickly to the door and opened it: "Dieusy!" he called. "Dieusy! Mademoiselle Kritchnoff is at liberty. Tell her so, and bring her in here."
Lupin started back, flushed and scowling; he cried: "With these things on my hands! . . . No! . . . I can't see her!"
Guerchard stood still, looking at him. Lupin's scowl slowly softened, and he said, half to himself, "But I should have liked to see her . . . very much . . . for if she goes like that . . . I shall not know when or where——" He stopped short, raised his eyes, and said in a decided tone: "Ah, well, yes; I should like to see her."
"If you've quite made up your mind," said Guerchard impatiently, and he went into the anteroom.
Lupin stood very still, frowning thoughtfully. He heard footsteps on the stairs, and then the voice of Guerchard in the anteroom, saying, in a jeering tone, "You're free, mademoiselle; and you can thank the Duke for it. You owe your liberty to him."
"Free! And I owe it to him?" cried the voice of Sonia, ringing and golden with extravagant joy.
​"Yes, mademoiselle," said Guerchard. "You owe it to him."
She came through the open door, flushed deliciously and smiling, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. Lupin had never seen her look half so adorable.
"Is it to you I owe it? Then I shall owe everything to you. Oh, thank you—thank you!" she cried, holding out her hands to him.
Lupin half turned away from her to hide his handcuffs.
She misunderstood the movement. Her face fell suddenly like that of a child rebuked: "Oh, I was wrong. I was wrong to come here!" she cried quickly, in changed, dolorous tones. "I thought yesterday . . . I made a mistake . . . pardon me. I'm going. I'm going."
Lupin was looking at her over his shoulder, standing sideways to hide the handcuffs. He said sadly. "Sonia——"
"No, no, I understand! It was impossible!" she cried quickly, cutting him short. "And yet if you only knew—if you knew how I have changed—with what a changed spirit I came here. . . . Ah, I swear that now I hate all my past. I loathe it. I swear that now the mere presence of a thief would overwhelm me with disgust."
​"Hush!" said Lupin, flushing deeply, and wincing. "Hush!"
"But, after all, you're right," she said, in a gentler voice. "One can't wipe out what one has done. If I were to give back everything I've taken—if I were to spend years in remorse and repentance, it would be no use. In your eyes I should always be Sonia Kritchnoff, the thief!" The great tears welled slowly out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks; she let them stream unheeded.
"Sonia!" cried Lupin, protesting.
But she would not hear him. She broke out with fresh vehemence, a feverish passion: "And yet, if I'd been a thief, like so many others. . . but you know why I stole. I'm not trying to defend myself, but, after all, I did it to keep honest; and when I loved you it was not the heart of a thief that thrilled, it was the heart of a poor girl who loved. . .that's all. . .who loved."
"You don't know what you're doing! You're torturing me! Be quiet!" cried Lupin hoarsely, beside himself.
"Never mind. . .I'm going. . .we shall never see one another any more," she sobbed. "But will you. . .will you shake hands just for the last time?"
​"No!" cried Lupin.
"You won't?" wailed Sonia in a heartrending tone.
"I can't!" cried Lupin.
"You ought not to be like this. . . . Last night . . . if you were going to let me go like this . . . last night . . . it was wrong," she wailed, and turned to go.
"Wait, Sonia! Wait!" cried Lupin hoarsely. "A moment ago you said something. . . . You said that the mere presence of a thief would overwhelm you with disgust. Is that true?"
"Yes, I swear it is," cried Sonia.
Guerchard appeared in the doorway.
"And if I were not the man you believe?" said Lupin sombrely.
"What?" said Sonia; and a faint bewilderment mingled with her grief.
"If I were not the Duke of Charmerace?"
"Not the Duke?"
"If I were not an honest man?" said Lupin.
"You?" cried Sonia.
"If I were a thief? If I were——"
"Arsène Lupin," jeered Guerchard from the door.
Lupin turned and held out his manacled wrists for her to see.
"Arsène Lupin! . . . it's . . . it's true!" ​stammered Sonia. "But then, but then . . . it must be for my sake that you've given yourself up. And it's for me you're going to prison. Oh, Heavens! How happy I am!"
She sprang to him, threw her arms round his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
"And that's what women call repenting," said Guerchard.
He shrugged his shoulders, went out on to the landing, and called to the policeman in the hall to bid the driver of the prison-van, which was waiting, bring it up to the door.
"Oh, this is incredible!" cried Lupin, in a trembling voice; and he kissed Sonia's lips and eyes and hair. "To think that you love me enough to go on loving me in spite of this—in spite of the fact that I'm Arsène Lupin. Oh, after this, I'll become an honest man! It's the least I can do. I'll retire."
"You will?" cried Sonia.
"Upon my soul, I will!" cried Lupin; and he kissed her again and again.
Guerchard came back into the room. He looked at them with a cynical grin, and said, "Time's up."
"Oh, Guerchard, after so many others, I owe you the best minute of my life!" cried Lupin.
​Bonavent, still in his porter's livery, came hurrying through the anteroom: "Master," he cried, "I've found it."
"Found what?" said Guerchard.
"The secret entrance. It opens into that little side street. We haven't got the door open yet; but we soon shall."
"The last link in the chain," said Guerchard, with warm satisfaction. "Come along, Lupin."
"But he's going to take you away! We're going to be separated!" cried Sonia, in a sudden anguish of realization.
"It's all the same to me now!" cried Lupin, in the voice of a conqueror.
"Yes, but not to me!" cried Sonia, wringing her hands.
"Now you must keep calm and go. I'm not going to prison," said Lupin, in a low voice. "Wait in the hall, if you can. Stop and talk to Victoire; condole with her. If they turn you out of the house, wait close to the front door."
"Come, mademoiselle," said Guerchard. "You must go."
"Go, Sonia, go—good-bye—good-bye," said Lupin; and he kissed her.
She went quietly out of the room, her handkerchief to her eyes. Guerchard held open the door for her, and kept it open, with his hand ​still on the handle; he said to Lupin: "Come along."
Lupin yawned, stretched himself, and said coolly, "My dear Guerchard, what I want after the last two nights is rest—rest." He walked quickly across the room and stretched himself comfortably at full length on the couch.
"Come, get up," said Guerchard roughly. "The prison-van is waiting for you. That ought to fetch you out of your dream."
"Really, you do say the most unlucky things," said Lupin gaily.
He had resumed his flippant, light-hearted air; his voice rang as lightly and pleasantly as if he had not a care in the world.
"Do you mean that you refuse to come?" cried Guerchard in a rough, threatening tone.
"Oh, no," said Lupin quickly: and he rose.
"Then come along!" said Guerchard.
"No," said Lupin, "after all, it's too early." Once more he stretched himself out on the couch, and added languidly, "I'm lunching at the English Embassy."
"Now, you be careful!" cried Guerchard angrily. "Our parts are changed. If you're snatching at a last straw, it's waste of time. All your tricks—I know them. Understand, you rogue, I know them."
​"You know them?" said Lupin with a smile, rising. "It's fatality!"
He stood before Guerchard, twisting his hands and wrists curiously. Half a dozen swift movements; and he held out his handcuffs in one hand and threw them on the floor.
"Did you know that trick, Guerchard? One of these days I shall teach you to invite me to lunch," he said slowly, in a mocking tone; and he gazed at the detective with menacing, dangerous eyes.
"Come, come, we've had enough of this!" cried Guerchard, in mingled astonishment, anger, and alarm. "Bonavent! Boursin! Dieusy! Here! Help! Help!" he shouted.
"Now listen, Guerchard, and understand that I'm not humbugging," said Lupin quickly, in clear, compelling tones. "If Sonia, just now, had had one word, one gesture of contempt for me, I'd have given way—yielded . . . half-yielded, at any rate; for, rather than fall into your triumphant clutches, I'd have blown my brains out. I've now to choose between happiness, life with Sonia, or prison. Well, I've chosen. I will live happy with her, or else, my dear Guerchard, I'll die with you. Now let your men come—I'm ready for them."
Guerchard ran to the door and shouted again.
​"I think the fat's in the fire now," said Lupin, laughing.
He sprang to the table, opened the cardboard box, whipped off the top layer of cotton-wool, and took out a shining bomb.
He sprang to the wall, pressed the button, the bookshelf glided slowly to one side, the lift rose to the level of the floor and its doors flew open just as the detectives rushed in.
"Collar him!" yelled Guerchard.
"Stand back—hands up!" cried Lupin, in a terrible voice, raising his right hand high above his head. "You know what this is . . . a bomb. . . . Come and collar me now, you swine! . . . Hands up, you . . . Guerchard!"
"You silly funks!" roared Guerchard. "Do you think he'd dare?"
"Come and see!" cried Lupin.
"I will!" cried Guerchard. And he took a step forward.
As one man his detectives threw themselves upon him. Three of them gripped his arms, a fourth gripped him round the waist; and they all shouted at him together, not to be a madman! . . . To look at Lupin's eyes! . . . That Lupin was off his head!
"`Stand back — hands up!' cried Lupin in a terrible voice, raising his right hand high above his head"
"Never!" screamed Guerchard, struggling with his men, purple with fury.
"Oh, Lord, master! Do be careful! Don’t rile him! cried Bonavent in an agony.
"What? Do you want me to smash up the whole lot?" roared Lupin, in a furious, terrible voice. "Do I look as if I were bluffing, you fools?"
"Let him have his way, master!" cried Dieusy.
"Yes, yes!" cried Bonavent.
"Let him have his way!" cried another.
"Give him his pocket-book!" cried a third.
"Never!" howled Guerchard.
"It's in his pocket—his breast-pocket! Be smart!" roared Lupin.
"Come, come, it's got to be given to him," cried Bonavent. "Hold the master tight!" And he thrust his hand into the breast of Guerchard's coat, and tore out the pocket-book.
"Throw it on the table!" cried Lupin.
Bonavent threw it on to the table; and it slid along it right to Lupin. He caught it in ​his left hand, and slipped it into his pocket. "Good!" he said. And then he yelled ferociously, "Look out for the bomb!" and made a feint of throwing it.
The whole group fell back with an odd, unanimous, sighing groan.
Lupin sprang into the lift, and the doors closed over the opening. There was a great sigh of relief from the frightened detectives, and then the chunking of machinery as the lift sank.
Their grip on Guerchard loosened. He shook himself free, and shouted, "After him! You've got to make up for this! Down into the cellars, some of you! Others go to the secret entrance! Others to the servants' entrance! Get into the street! Be smart! Dieusy, take the lift with me!"
The others ran out of the room and down the stairs, but with no great heartiness, since their minds were still quite full of the bomb, and Lupin still had it with him. Guerchard and Dieusy dashed at the doors of the opening of the lift-well, pulling and wrenching at them. Suddenly there was a click; and they heard the grunting of the machinery. There was a little bump and a jerk, the doors flew open of themselves; and there was the lift, empty, ready for them. They jumped into it; Guerchard's quick ​eye caught the button, and he pressed it. The doors banged to, and, to his horror, the lift shot upwards about eight feet, and stuck between the floors.
As the lift stuck, a second compartment, exactly like the one Guerchard and Dieusy were in, came up to the level of the floor of the smoking-room; the doors opened, and there was Lupin. But again how changed! The clothes of the Duke of Charmerace littered the floor; the kit-bag was open; and he was wearing the very clothes of Chief-Inspector Guerchard, his seedy top-hat, his cloak. He wore also Guerchard's sparse, lank, black hair, his little, bristling, black moustache. His figure, hidden by the cloak, seemed to have shrunk to the size of Guerchard's.
He sat before a mirror in the wall of the lift, a make-up box on the seat beside him. He darkened his eyebrows, and put a line or two about his eyes. That done he looked at himself earnestly for two or three minutes; and, as he looked, a truly marvellous transformation took place: the features of Arsène Lupin, of the Duke of Charmerace, decomposed, actually decomposed, into the features of Jean Guerchard. He looked at himself and laughed, the gentle, husky laugh of Guerchard.
​He rose, transferred the pocket-book to the coat he was wearing, picked up the bomb, came out into the smoking-room, and listened. A muffled roaring thumping came from the well of the lift. It almost sounded as if, in their exasperation, Guerchard and Dieusy were engaged in a struggle to the death. Smiling pleasantly, he stole to the window and looked out. His eyes brightened at the sight of the motor-car, Guerchard's car, waiting just before the front door and in charge of a policeman. He stole to the head of the stairs, and looked down into the hall. Victoire was sitting huddled together on a chair; Sonia stood beside her, talking to her in a low voice; and, keeping guard on Victoire, stood a brown-faced, active, nervous policeman, all alertness, briskness, keenness.
"Hi! officer! come up here! Be smart," cried Lupin over the bannisters, in the husky, gentle voice of Chief-Inspector Guerchard.
The policeman looked up, recognized the great detective, and came bounding zealously up the stairs.
Lupin led the way through the anteroom into the sitting-room. Then he said sharply: "You have your revolver?"
"Yes," said the young policeman. And he drew it with a flourish.
​"Put it away! Put it away at once!" said Lupin very smartly. "You're not to use it. You're not to use it on any account! You understand?"
"Yes," said the policeman firmly; and with a slightly bewildered air he put the revolver away.
"Here! Stand here!" cried Lupin, raising his voice. And he caught the policeman's arm, and hustled him roughly to the front of the doors of the lift-well. "Do you see these doors? Do you see them?" he snapped.
"Yes, yes," said the policeman, glaring at them.
"They're the doors of a lift," said Lupin. "In that lift are Dieusy and Lupin. You know Dieusy?"
"Yes, yes," said the policeman.
"There are only Dieusy and Lupin in the lift. They are struggling together. You can hear them," shouted Lupin in the policeman's ear. "Lupin is disguised. You understand—Dieusy and a disguised man are in the lift. The disguised man is Lupin. Directly the lift descends and the doors open, throw yourself on him! Hold him! Shout for assistance!" He almost bellowed the last words into the policeman's ear.
"Yes, yes," said the policeman. And he ​braced himself before the doors of the lift-well, gazing at them with harried eyes, as if he expected them to bite him.
"Be brave! Be ready to die in the discharge of your duty!" bellowed Lupin; and he walked out of the room, shut the door, and turned the key.
The policeman stood listening to the noise of the struggle in the lift, himself strung up to fighting point; he was panting. Lupin's instructions were whirling and dancing in his head.
Lupin went quietly down the stairs. Victoire and Sonia saw him coming. Victoire rose; and as he came to the bottom of the stairs Sonia stepped forward and said in an anxious, pleading voice:
"Oh, M. Guerchard, where is he?"
"He's here," said Lupin, in his natural voice.
Sonia sprang to him with outstretched arms.
"It's you! It is you!" she cried.
"Just look how like him I am!" said Lupin, laughing triumphantly. "But do I look quite ruffian enough?"
"Oh, no! You couldn't!" cried Sonia.
"Isn't he a wonder?" said Victoire.
"This time the Duke of Charmerace is dead, for good and all," said Lupin.
​"No; it's Lupin that's dead," said Sonia softly.
"Lupin?" he said, surprised.
"Yes," said Sonia firmly.
"It would be a terrible loss, you know—a loss for France," said Lupin gravely.
"Never mind," said Sonia.
"Oh, I must be in love with you!" said Lupin, in a wondering tone; and he put his arm round her and kissed her violently.
"And you won't steal any more?" said Sonia, holding him back with both hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
"I shouldn't dream of such a thing," said Lupin. "You are here. Guerchard is in the lift. What more could I possibly desire?" His voice softened and grew infinitely caressing as he went on: "Yet when you are at my side I shall always have the soul of a lover and the soul of a thief. I long to steal your kisses, your thoughts, the whole of your heart. Ah, Sonia, if you want me to steal nothing else, you have only to stay by my side."
Their lips met in a long kiss.
Sonia drew herself out of his arms and cried, "But we're wasting time! We must make haste! We must fly!"
​"Fly?" said Lupin sharply. "No, thank you; never again. I did flying enough last night to last me a lifetime. For the rest of my life I'm going to crawl—crawl like a snail. But come along, you two, I must take you to the police-station."
He opened the front door, and they came out on the steps. The policeman in charge of the car saluted.
Lupin paused and said softly: "Hark! I hear the sound of wedding bells."
They went down the steps.
Even as they were getting into the car some chance blow of Guerchard or Dieusy struck a hidden spring and released the lift. It sank to the level of Lupin's smoking-room and stopped. The doors flew open, Dieusy and Guerchard sprang out of it; and on the instant the brown- faced, nervous policeman sprang actively on Guerchard and pinned him. Taken by surprise, Guerchard yelled loudly, "You stupid idiot!" somehow entangled his legs in those of his captor, and they rolled on the floor. Dieusy surveyed them for a moment with blank astonishment. Then, with swift intelligence, grasped the fact that the policeman was Lupin in disguise. He sprang upon them, tore them asunder, fell heavily on the policeman, and ​pinned him to the floor with a strangling hand on his throat.
Guerchard dashed to the door, tried it, and found it locked, dashed for the window, threw it open, and thrust out his head. Forty yards down the street a motor-car was rolling smoothly away—rolling to a honeymoon.
"Oh, hang it!" he screamed. "He's doing a bunk in my motor-car!"