"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.'"
