And it seems to
me that if you will give me two of your men, we may be able...."
"Oh! I beg of you, monsieur le commissaire," cried Madame Renaud,
"listen to Mon. Berlat."
The intervention of my excellent friend was decisive. Pronounced
by her, the wife of an influential official, the name of Berlat
became really my own, and gave me an identity that no mere
suspicion could affect. The commissary arose, and said:
"Believe me, Monsieur Berlat, I shall be delighted to see you
succeed. I am as much interested as you are in the arrest of
Arsene Lupin."
He accompanied me to the automobile, and introduced two of his men,
Honore Massol and Gaston Delivet, who were assigned to assist me.
My chauffer cranked up the car and I took my place at the wheel. A
few seconds later, we left the station. I was saved.
Ah! I must confess that in rolling over the boulevards that
surrounded the old Norman city, in my swift thirty-five horse-power
Moreau-Lepton, I experienced a deep feeling of pride, and the motor
responded, sympathetically to my desires. At right and left, the
trees flew past us with startling rapidity, and I, free, out of
danger, had simply to arrange my little personal affairs with the
two honest representatives of the Rouen police who were sitting
behind me.
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