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Say Mistage ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ☆This was the second cartoon in the USA to air in syndication, on weekday afternoons, instead of Saturday mornings. The first was He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (1983)Inspector Gadget ❤️'Tis Doodle O'Clock ~☆<a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/MastoArt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MastoArt</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Illustration" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Illustration</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Drawing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Drawing</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/DigitalArt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#DigitalArt</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Doodle" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Doodle</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/cartoon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#cartoon</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Kofi" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Kofi</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#lupin</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/inspectorgadget" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#inspectorgadget</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/retro" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#retro</a>

Say Mistage ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ☆Revisiting 'em early doodlesLupin III shenanigans! Lupin inspired Inspector Gadget. In fact, Inspector Gadget was originally supposed to be Lupin VIII, a futuristic version of Lupin The Third developed for western audiences'Tis Doodle O'Clock ~☆<a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/MastoArt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MastoArt</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Illustration" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Illustration</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Drawing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Drawing</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/DigitalArt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#DigitalArt</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Doodle" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Doodle</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/cartoon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#cartoon</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/anime" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#anime</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/Kofi" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Kofi</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#lupin</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/lupinIII" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#lupinIII</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/inspectorgadget" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#inspectorgadget</a>

Maurice Leblanc - Arsene LupinMaurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 29 of 99 CHAPTER VIII THE DUKE ARRIVESThe morning was gloomy, and the police-station with its bare, white-washed walls—their white expanse was only broken by notice-boards to which were pinned portraits of criminals with details of their appearance, their crime, and the reward offered for their apprehension—with its shabby furniture, and its dingy fireplace, presented a dismal and sordid appearance entirely in keeping with the September grey. The inspector sat at his desk, yawning after a night which had passed without an arrest. He was waiting to be relieved. The policeman at the door and the two policemen sitting on a bench by the wall yawned in sympathy. The silence of the street was broken by the rattle of an uncommonly noisy motor-car. It stopped before the door of the police-station, and the eyes of the inspector and his men turned, idly expectant, to the door of the office. It opened, and a young man in motor-coat and cap stood on the threshold. He looked round the office with alert eyes, which took in everything, and said, in a brisk, incisive voice: “I am the Duke of Charmerace. I am here on behalf of M. Gournay-Martin. Last evening he received a letter from Arsène Lupin saying he was going to break into his Paris house this very morning.” At the name of Arsène Lupin the inspector sprang from his chair, the policemen from their bench. On the instant they were wide awake, attentive, full of zeal. “The letter, your Grace!” said the inspector briskly. The Duke pulled off his glove, drew the letter from the breast-pocket of his under-coat, and handed it to the inspector. The inspector glanced through it, and said. “Yes, I know the handwriting well.” Then he read it carefully, and added, “Yes, yes: it’s his usual letter.” “There’s no time to be lost,” said the Duke quickly. “I ought to have been here hours ago—hours. I had a break-down. I’m afraid I’m too late as it is.” “Come along, your Grace—come along, you,” said the inspector briskly. The four of them hurried out of the office and down the steps of the police-station. In the roadway stood a long grey racing-car, caked with muds—grey mud, brown mud, red mud—from end to end. It looked as if it had brought samples of the soil of France from many districts. “Come along; I’ll take you in the car. Your men can trot along beside us,” said the Duke to the inspector. He slipped into the car, the inspector jumped in and took the seat beside him, and they started. They went slowly, to allow the two policemen to keep up with them. Indeed, the car could not have made any great pace, for the tyre of the off hind-wheel was punctured and deflated. In three minutes they came to the Gournay-Martin house, a wide-fronted mass of undistinguished masonry, in an undistinguished row of exactly the same pattern. There were no signs that any one was living in it. Blinds were drawn, shutters were up over all the windows, upper and lower. No smoke came from any of its chimneys, though indeed it was full early for that. Pulling a bunch of keys from his pocket, the Duke ran up the steps. The inspector followed him. The Duke looked at the bunch, picked out the latch-key, and fitted it into the lock. It did not open it. He drew it out and tried another key and another. The door remained locked. “Let me, your Grace,” said the inspector. “I’m more used to it. I shall be quicker.” The Duke handed the keys to him, and, one after another, the inspector fitted them into the lock. It was useless. None of them opened the door. “They’ve given me the wrong keys,” said the Duke, with some vexation. “Or no—stay—I see what’s happened. The keys have been changed.” “Changed?” said the inspector. “When? Where?” “Last night at Charmerace,” said the Duke. “M. Gournay-Martin declared that he saw a burglar slip out of one of the windows of the hall of the château, and we found the lock of the bureau in which the keys were kept broken.” The inspector seized the knocker, and hammered on the door. “Try that door there,” he cried to his men, pointing to a side-door on the right, the tradesmen’s entrance, giving access to the back of the house. It was locked. There came no sound of movement in the house in answer to the inspector’s knocking. “Where’s the concierge?” he said. The Duke shrugged his shoulders. “There’s a housekeeper, too—a woman named Victoire,” he said. “Let’s hope we don’t find them with their throats cut.” “That isn’t Lupin’s way,” said the inspector. “They won’t have come to much harm.” <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/M_Gournay" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#M_Gournay</a>-Martin <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Ars%C3%A8neLupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ArsèneLupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Paris" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Paris</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Duke" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Duke</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/France" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#France</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Grace" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Grace</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Charmerace" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Charmerace</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Lupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/ArseneLupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ArseneLupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/MauriceLeBlanc" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MauriceLeBlanc</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/mystery" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mystery</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/booktoot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#booktoot</a>

Maurice Leblanc - Arsene LupinMaurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 20 of 99 “It is the same handwriting. Am I likely to make a mistake about it?” spluttered the millionaire. And he tore open the envelope with an air of frenzy. He ran his eyes over it, and they grew larger and larger—they grew almost of an average size. “Listen,” he said “listen:” “DEAR SIR,” “My collection of pictures, which I had the pleasure of starting three years ago with some of your own, only contains, as far as Old Masters go, one Velasquez, one Rembrandt, and three paltry Rubens. You have a great many more. Since it is a shame such masterpieces should be in your hands, I propose to appropriate them; and I shall set about a respectful acquisition of them in your Paris house to-morrow morning.” “Yours very sincerely,” “ARSÈNE LUPIN.” “He’s humbugging,” said the Duke. “Wait! wait!” gasped the millionaire. “There’s a postscript. Listen:” “P.S.—You must understand that since you have been keeping the coronet of the Princesse de Lamballe during these three years, I shall avail myself of the same occasion to compel you to restore that piece of jewellery to me.—A. L.” “The thief! The scoundrel! I’m choking!” gasped the millionaire, clutching at his collar. To judge from the blackness of his face, and the way he staggered and dropped on to a couch, which was fortunately stronger than the chair, he was speaking the truth. “Firmin! Firmin!” shouted the Duke. “A glass of water! Quick! Your master’s ill.” He rushed to the side of the millionaire, who gasped: “Telephone! Telephone to the Prefecture of Police! Be quick!” The Duke loosened his collar with deft fingers; tore a Van Loo fan from its case hanging on the wall, and fanned him furiously. Firmin came clumping into the room with a glass of water in his hand. The drawing-room door opened, and Germaine and Sonia, alarmed by the Duke’s shout, hurried in. “Quick! Your smelling-salts!” said the Duke. Sonia ran across the hall, opened one of the drawers in the Oriental cabinet, and ran to the millionaire with a large bottle of smelling-salts in her hand. The Duke took it from her, and applied it to the millionaire’s nose. The millionaire sneezed thrice with terrific violence. The Duke snatched the glass from Firmin and dashed the water into his host’s purple face. The millionaire gasped and spluttered. Germaine stood staring helplessly at her gasping sire. “Whatever’s the matter?” she said. “It’s this letter,” said the Duke. “A letter from Lupin.” “I told you so—I said that Lupin was in the neighbourhood,” cried Germaine triumphantly. “Firmin—where’s Firmin?” said the millionaire, dragging himself upright. He seemed to have recovered a great deal of his voice. “Oh, there you are!” He jumped up, caught the gamekeeper by the shoulder, and shook him furiously. “This letter. Where did it come from? Who brought it?” he roared. “It was in the letter-box—the letter-box of the lodge at the bottom of the park. My wife found it there,” said Firmin, and he twisted out of the millionaire’s grasp. “Just as it was three years ago,” roared the millionaire, with an air of desperation. “It’s exactly the same coup. Oh, what a catastrophe! What a catastrophe!” He made as if to tear out his hair; then, remembering its scantiness, refrained. “Now, come, it’s no use losing your head,” said the Duke, with quiet firmness. “If this letter isn’t a hoax—” “Hoax?” bellowed the millionaire. “Was it a hoax three years ago?” “Very good,” said the Duke. “But if this robbery with which you’re threatened is genuine, it’s just childish.” “How?” said the millionaire. “Look at the date of the letter—Sunday, September the third. This letter was written to-day.” “Yes. Well, what of it?” said the millionaire. “Look at the letter: ‘I shall set about a respectful acquisition of them in your Paris house to-morrow morning’—to-morrow morning.” “Yes, yes; ‘to-morrow morning’—what of it?” said the millionaire. “One of two things,” said the Duke. “Either it’s a hoax, and we needn’t bother about it; or the threat is genuine, and we have the time to stop the robbery.” “Of course we have. Whatever was I thinking of?” said the millionaire. And his anguish cleared from his face. “For once in a way our dear Lupin’s fondness for warning people will have given him a painful jar,” said the Duke. “Come on! let me get at the telephone,” cried the millionaire. “But the telephone’s no good,” said Sonia quickly. “No good! Why?” roared the millionaire, dashing heavily across the room to it. <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Velasquez" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Velasquez</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Rembrandt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Rembrandt</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Paris" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Paris</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/ARS%C3%88NELUPIN" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ARSÈNELUPIN</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/PrincessedeLamballe" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PrincessedeLamballe</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Firmin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Firmin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Telephone" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Telephone</a>! <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/PrefectureofPolice" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PrefectureofPolice</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Germaine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Germaine</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Sonia" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Sonia</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Oriental" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Oriental</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Lupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/ArseneLupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ArseneLupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/MauriceLeBlanc" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MauriceLeBlanc</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/mystery" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mystery</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/booktoot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#booktoot</a>

Maurice Leblanc - Arsene LupinMaurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 14 of 99 “No, but to the point of being driven wild,” said Germaine. “And since the police had always been baffled by Lupin, he had the brilliant idea of trying what soldiers could do. The Commandant at Rennes is a great friend of papa’s; and papa went to him, and told him about Lupin’s letter and what he feared. The colonel laughed at him; but he offered him a corporal and six soldiers to guard his collection, on the night of the seventh. It was arranged that they should come from Rennes by the last train so that the burglars should have no warning of their coming. Well, they came, seven picked men—men who had seen service in Tonquin. We gave them supper; and then the corporal posted them in the hall and the two drawing-rooms where the pictures and things were. At eleven we all went to bed, after promising the corporal that, in the event of any fight with the burglars, we would not stir from our rooms. I can tell you I felt awfully nervous. I couldn’t get to sleep for ages and ages. Then, when I did, I did not wake till morning. The night had passed absolutely quietly. Nothing out of the common had happened. There had not been the slightest noise. I awoke Sonia and my father. We dressed as quickly as we could, and rushed down to the drawing-room.” She paused dramatically. “Well?” said the Duke. “Well, it was done.” “What was done?” said the Duke. “Everything,” said Germaine. “Pictures had gone, tapestries had gone, cabinets had gone, and the clock had gone.” “And the coronet too?” said the Duke. “Oh, no. That was at the Bank of France. And it was doubtless to make up for not getting it that Lupin stole your portrait. At any rate he didn’t say that he was going to steal it in his letter.” “But, come! this is incredible. Had he hypnotized the corporal and the six soldiers? Or had he murdered them all?” said the Duke. “Corporal? There wasn’t any corporal, and there weren’t any soldiers. The corporal was Lupin, and the soldiers were part of his gang,” said Germaine. “I don’t understand,” said the Duke. “The colonel promised your father a corporal and six men. Didn’t they come?” “They came to the railway station all right,” said Germaine. “But you know the little inn half-way between the railway station and the château? They stopped to drink there, and at eleven o’clock next morning one of the villagers found all seven of them, along with the footman who was guiding them to the château, sleeping like logs in the little wood half a mile from the inn. Of course the innkeeper could not explain when their wine was drugged. He could only tell us that a motorist, who had stopped at the inn to get some supper, had called the soldiers in and insisted on standing them drinks. They had seemed a little fuddled before they left the inn, and the motorist had insisted on driving them to the château in his car. When the drug took effect he simply carried them out of it one by one, and laid them in the wood to sleep it off.” “Lupin seems to have made a thorough job of it, anyhow,” said the Duke. “I should think so,” said Germaine. “Guerchard was sent down from Paris; but he could not find a single clue. It was not for want of trying, for he hates Lupin. It’s a regular fight between them, and so far Lupin has scored every point.” “He must be as clever as they make ’em,” said the Duke. “He is,” said Germaine. “And do you know, I shouldn’t be at all surprised if he’s in the neighbourhood now.” “What on earth do you mean?” said the Duke. “I’m not joking,” said Germaine. “Odd things are happening. Some one has been changing the place of things. That silver statuette now—it was on the cabinet, and we found it moved to the piano. Yet nobody had touched it. And look at this window. Some one has broken a pane in it just at the height of the fastening.” “The deuce they have!” said the Duke. <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Germaine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Germaine</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Lupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Rennes" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Rennes</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Tonquin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Tonquin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Sonia" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Sonia</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/BankofFrance" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#BankofFrance</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/halfamile" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#halfamile</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Guerchard" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Guerchard</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Paris" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Paris</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/ArseneLupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ArseneLupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/MauriceLeBlanc" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MauriceLeBlanc</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/mystery" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mystery</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/booktoot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#booktoot</a>

Maurice Leblanc - Arsene LupinMaurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 13 of 99 “Oh, come! what on earth do you mean?” said the Duke. “You’re getting quite incomprehensible, my dear girl.” “Well, I’ll make it clear to you. One morning papa received a letter—but wait. Sonia, get me the Lupin papers out of the bureau.” Sonia rose from the writing-table, and went to a bureau, an admirable example of the work of the great English maker, Chippendale. It stood on the other side of the hall between an Oriental cabinet and a sixteenth-century Italian cabinet—for all the world as if it were standing in a crowded curiosity shop—with the natural effect that the three pieces, by their mere incongruity, took something each from the beauty of the other. Sonia raised the flap of the bureau, and taking from one of the drawers a small portfolio, turned over the papers in it and handed a letter to the Duke. “This is the envelope,” she said. “It’s addressed to M. Gournay-Martin, Collector, at the château de Charmerace, Ile-et-Vilaine.” The Duke opened the envelope and took out a letter. “It’s an odd handwriting,” he said. “Read it—carefully,” said Germaine. It was an uncommon handwriting. The letters of it were small, but perfectly formed. It looked the handwriting of a man who knew exactly what he wanted to say, and liked to say it with extreme precision. The letter ran: “DEAR SIR,” “Please forgive my writing to you without our having been introduced to one another; but I flatter myself that you know me, at any rate, by name.” “There is in the drawing-room next your hall a Gainsborough of admirable quality which affords me infinite pleasure. Your Goyas in the same drawing-room are also to my liking, as well as your Van Dyck. In the further drawing-room I note the Renaissance cabinets—a marvellous pair—the Flemish tapestry, the Fragonard, the clock signed Boulle, and various other objects of less importance. But above all I have set my heart on that coronet which you bought at the sale of the Marquise de Ferronaye, and which was formerly worn by the unfortunate Princesse de Lamballe. I take the greatest interest in this coronet: in the first place, on account of the charming and tragic memories which it calls up in the mind of a poet passionately fond of history, and in the second place—though it is hardly worth while talking about that kind of thing—on account of its intrinsic value. I reckon indeed that the stones in your coronet are, at the very lowest, worth half a million francs.” “I beg you, my dear sir, to have these different objects properly packed up, and to forward them, addressed to me, carriage paid, to the Batignolles Station. Failing this, I shall Proceed to remove them myself on the night of Thursday, August 7th.” “Please pardon the slight trouble to which I am putting you, and believe me,” “Yours very sincerely,” “ARSÈNE LUPIN.” “P.S.—It occurs to me that the pictures have not glass before them. It would be as well to repair this omission before forwarding them to me, and I am sure that you will take this extra trouble cheerfully. I am aware, of course, that some of the best judges declare that a picture loses some of its quality when seen through glass. But it preserves them, and we should always be ready and willing to sacrifice a portion of our own pleasure for the benefit of posterity. France demands it of us.—A. L.” The Duke laughed, and said, “Really, this is extraordinarily funny. It must have made your father laugh.” “Laugh?” said Germaine. “You should have seen his face. 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Maurice Leblanc - Arsene LupinMaurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 12 of 99 “I can never understand why you have left all these ancestors of mine staring from the walls and have taken away the quite admirable and interesting portrait of myself,” he said carelessly. Germaine turned sharply from the window; Sonia stopped in the middle of addressing an envelope; and both the girls stared at him in astonishment. “There certainly was a portrait of me where that tapestry hangs. What have you done with it?” said the Duke. “You’re making fun of us again,” said Germaine. “Surely your Grace knows what happened,” said Sonia. “We wrote all the details to you and sent you all the papers three years ago. Didn’t you get them?” said Germaine. “Not a detail or a newspaper. Three years ago I was in the neighbourhood of the South Pole, and lost at that,” said the Duke. “But it was most dramatic, my dear Jacques. All Paris was talking of it,” said Germaine. “Your portrait was stolen.” “Stolen? Who stole it?” said the Duke. Germaine crossed the hall quickly to the gap in the line of pictures. “I’ll show you,” she said. She drew aside the piece of tapestry, and in the middle of the panel over which the portrait of the Duke had hung he saw written in chalk the words: ARSÈNE LUPIN “What do you think of that autograph?” said Germaine. “‘Arsène Lupin?’” said the Duke in a tone of some bewilderment. “He left his signature. It seems that he always does so,” said Sonia in an explanatory tone. “But who is he?” said the Duke. “Arsène Lupin? Surely you know who Arsène Lupin is?” said Germaine impatiently. “I haven’t the slightest notion,” said the Duke. “Oh, come! No one is as South-Pole as all that!” cried Germaine. “You don’t know who Lupin is? The most whimsical, the most audacious, and the most genial thief in France. For the last ten years he has kept the police at bay. He has baffled Ganimard, Holmlock Shears, the great English detective, and even Guerchard, whom everybody says is the greatest detective we’ve had in France since Vidocq. In fact, he’s our national robber. Do you mean to say you don’t know him?” “Not even enough to ask him to lunch at a restaurant,” said the Duke flippantly. “What’s he like?” “Like? Nobody has the slightest idea. He has a thousand disguises. He has dined two evenings running at the English Embassy.” “But if nobody knows him, how did they learn that?” said the Duke, with a puzzled air. “Because the second evening, about ten o’clock, they noticed that one of the guests had disappeared, and with him all the jewels of the ambassadress.” “All of them?” said the Duke. “Yes; and Lupin left his card behind him with these words scribbled on it:” “‘This is not a robbery; it is a restitution. You took the Wallace collection from us.’” “But it was a hoax, wasn’t it?” said the Duke. “No, your Grace; and he has done better than that. You remember the affair of the Daray Bank—the savings bank for poor people?” said Sonia, her gentle face glowing with a sudden enthusiastic animation. “Let’s see,” said the Duke. “Wasn’t that the financier who doubled his fortune at the expense of a heap of poor wretches and ruined two thousand people?” “Yes; that’s the man,” said Sonia. “And Lupin stripped Daray’s house and took from him everything he had in his strong-box. He didn’t leave him a sou of the money. And then, when he’d taken it from him, he distributed it among all the poor wretches whom Daray had ruined.” “But this isn’t a thief you’re talking about—it’s a philanthropist,” said the Duke. “A fine sort of philanthropist!” broke in Germaine in a peevish tone. “There was a lot of philanthropy about his robbing papa, wasn’t there?” “Well,” said the Duke, with an air of profound reflection, “if you come to think of it, that robbery was not worthy of this national hero. My portrait, if you except the charm and beauty of the face itself, is not worth much.” “If you think he was satisfied with your portrait, you’re very much mistaken. All my father’s collections were robbed,” said Germaine. “Your father’s collections?” said the Duke. “But they’re better guarded than the Bank of France. Your father is as careful of them as the apple of his eye.” “That’s exactly it—he was too careful of them. That’s why Lupin succeeded.” “This is very interesting,” said the Duke; and he sat down on a couch before the gap in the pictures, to go into the matter more at his ease. “I suppose he had accomplices in the house itself?” “Yes, one accomplice,” said Germaine. “Who was that?” asked the Duke. “Papa!” said Germaine. <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Germaine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Germaine</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Sonia" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Sonia</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Grace" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Grace</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/SouthPole" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SouthPole</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Jacques" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Jacques</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Paris" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Paris</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Ars%C3%A8neLupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ArsèneLupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/South" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#South</a>-Pole <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Lupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/France" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#France</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Ganimard" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Ganimard</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/HolmlockShears" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#HolmlockShears</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/English" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#English</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Guerchard" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Guerchard</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Vidocq" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Vidocq</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/EnglishEmbassy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#EnglishEmbassy</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Wallace" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Wallace</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/DarayBank" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#DarayBank</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Daray" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Daray</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/BankofFrance" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#BankofFrance</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/ArseneLupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#ArseneLupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/MauriceLeBlanc" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MauriceLeBlanc</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/mystery" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mystery</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/booktoot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#booktoot</a>

Italian News by RSSCorriere.it - Homepage by di Valeria Costantini Fiumicino: catturato dalla Digos «el niño pijo», figlio di un dipendente della Camera diventato "Lupin"Il 35enne, preso a Fiumicino, era ricercato dalla polizia spagnola. Era conosciuto per l'abilità di utilizzare la fiamma ossidrica per i suoi colpi Translated: Fiumicino: Digos arrests "el niño pijo," son of a Chamber of Deputies employee who became "Lupin." The 35-year-old, arrested at Fiumicino, was wanted by the Spanish police. He was known for his ability to use oxyacetylene torches for his crimes. <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Italy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Italy</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Spain" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Spain</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Lupin" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Lupin</a> <a href="https://mastodon.ozioso.online/tags/Fiumicino" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Fiumicino</a> <a href="http://roma.corriere.it/notizie/cronaca/24_ottobre_12/fiumicino-catturato-dalla-digos-el-nino-pijo-il-ragazzo-ricco-diventato-il-lupin-delle-casseforti-91020d9e-be88-4103-8789-5de0ef693xlk.shtml" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">http://roma.corriere.it/notizie/cronaca/24_ottobre_12/fiumicino-catturato-dalla-digos-el-nino-pijo-il-ragazzo-ricco-diventato-il-lupin-delle-casseforti-91020d9e-be88-4103-8789-5de0ef693xlk.shtml</a>

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