"
"Him--never! He will find some means of escape."
"In that case, I wish him 'bon voyage.'"
"But, in the meantime, think what he may do!"
"What?"
"I don't know. He may do anything."
She was greatly agitated, and, truly, the situation justified, to
some extent, her nervous excitement. I was impelled to say to her:
"Of course, there are many strange coincidences, but you need have
no fear. Admitting that Arsene Lupin is on this train, he will not
commit any indiscretion; he will be only too happy to escape the
peril that already threatens him."
My words did not reassure her, but she remained silent for a time.
I unfolded my newspapers and read reports of Arsene Lupin's trial,
but, as they contained nothing that was new to me, I was not
greatly interested. Moreover, I was tired and sleepy. I felt my
eyelids close and my head drop.
"But, monsieur, you are not going to sleep!"
She seized my newspaper, and looked at me with indignation.
"Certainly not," I said.
"That would be very imprudent."
"Of course," I assented.
I struggled to keep awake. I looked through the window at the
landscape and the fleeting clouds, but in a short time all that
became confused and indistinct; the image of the nervous lady and
the drowsy gentleman were effaced from my memory, and I was buried
in the soothing depths of a profound sleep.
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