I venture to
assume that the name inspires you with perfect confidence in me."
And he walked away, amidst shouts of laughter, whilst the
proprietor stood amazed.
Lupin strolled along the rue Soufflot, and turned into the rue
Saint Jacques. He pursued his way slowly, smoking his cigarettes
and looking into the shop-windows. At the Boulevard de Port Royal
he took his bearings, discovered where he was, and then walked in
the direction of the rue de la Sante. The high forbidding walls
of the prison were now before him. He pulled his hat forward to
shade his face; then, approaching the sentinel, he asked:
"It this the prison de la Sante?"
"Yes."
"I wish to regain my cell. The van left me on the way, and I
would not abuse--"
"Now, young man, move along--quick!" growled the sentinel.
"Pardon me, but I must pass through that gate. And if you prevent
Arsene Lupin from entering the prison it will cost you dear, my
friend."
"Arsene Lupin! What are you talking about!"
"I am sorry I haven't a card with me," said Arsene, fumbling in
his pockets.
The sentinel eyed him from head to foot, in astonishment. Then,
without a word, he rang a bell.
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