"You're too clever, Lupin."
"That's true, Weber; we shall never get on, you and I."
During the drive in the motor-car, escorted by three other cars filled with policemen, he did not utter a word.
They did not stay long at the detective office. M. Weber, remembering the escapes effected by Lupin, sent him up at once to the finger-print department and then took him to the Dépôt, whence he was sent on to the Santé Prison.
The governor had been warned by telephone and was waiting for him. The formalities of the entry of commitment and of the searching were soon got over; and, at seven o'clock in the evening, Prince Paul Sernine crossed the threshold of cell 14 in the second division:
"Not half bad, your rooms," he declared, "not bad at all! . . . Electric light, central heating, every requisite . . . capital! Mr. Governor, I'll take this room."
He flung himself on the bed:
"Oh, Mr. Governor, I have one little favor to ask of you!"
"What is that?"
"Tell them not to bring me my chocolate before ten o'clock in the morning. . . . I'm awfully sleepy."