"Oh, yes . . . I remember . . . I had a friend to see me from the country. . . . We went for a walk in the Bois."
"Your friend's name was Marco. And you went for a walk in the cellars of the Crédit Lyonnais."
"I? What an idea! . . . Marco! . . . I don't know any one by that name."
"And these? Do you know these?" cried the chief, thrusting a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles under his nose.
"No . . . certainly not. . . . I don't wear spectacles. . . ."
"Yes, you do; you wear them when you go to the Crédit Lyonnais and when you pass yourself off as Mr. Kesselbach. These come from your room, the room which you occupy, under the name of M. Jérôme, at No. 50 Rue du Colisee."
"My room? My room? I sleep here, at the office."
"But you change your clothes over there, to play your parts in Lupin's gang."
A blow in the chest made him stagger back. Auguste reached the window at a bound, climbed over the balcony and jumped into the courtyard.
"Dash it all!" shouted Valenglay. "The scoundrel!"