"To allow one's self to get nabbed," said Sernine, "is admissible. But to hold out one's own hands to the handcuffs is too silly. Come, don't be obstinate. Speak . . . and bolt!"
"And you?"
"I shall remain. What have I to be afraid of?"
"Look!"
The baron pointed to a chink between the shutters. Sernine put his eye to it and jumped back with a start:
"Oh, you scoundrel, so you have denounced me, too! It's not ten men that Weber's bringing, but fifty men, a hundred, two hundred. . . ."
The baron laughed open-heartedly:
"And, if there are so many of them, it's because they're after Lupin; that's obvious! Half-a-dozen would have been enough for me."
"You informed the police?"
"Yes."