A loud din . . . followed by shouts of triumph. . . . The door was down.
"Jump on him, lads!" cried M. Weber. "Seize him . . . seize both of them!"
And Sernine, on his knees:
"The number . . . answer. . . . If you love her, answer. . . . Why keep silence now?"
"Twenty . . . twenty-seven," whispered the baron.
Hands were laid on Sernine. Ten revolvers were pointed at him.
He rose and faced the policemen, who fell back with instinctive dread.
"If you stir, Lupin," cried M. Weber, with his revolver leveled at him, "I'll blow out your brains."'
"Don't shoot." said Sernine, solemnly. "It's not necessary. I surrender."
"Humbug! This is another of your tricks!"