"It's almost done," said Weber.
"That's good news! I was a little anxious about my escape. Now I am easy in my mind. From the moment when Weber is chief of the detective-service . . . !"
M. Weber did not reply to the gibe. At heart, he had a queer, complex feeling in the presence of his adversary, a feeling made up of the fear with which Lupin inspired him, the deference which he entertained for Prince Sernine and the respectful admiration which he had always shown to M. Lenormand. All this was mingled with spite, envy and satisfied hatred.
They arrived at the Palais de Justice. At the foot of the "mouse-trap," a number of detectives were waiting, among whom M. Weber rejoiced to see his best two lieutenants, the brothers Doudeville.
"Has M. Formerie come?" he asked.
"Yes, chief, Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction is in his room."
M. Weber went up the stairs, followed by Lupin, who had the Doudevilles on either side of him.
"Geneviève?" whispered the prisoner.
"Saved. . . ."
"Where is she?"