“Don’t be foolish! What are you going to do? Kill the man?”
“Leave me alone, Wilson! Let go!”
During the brief struggle between Sholmes and Wilson the stranger rode away.
“Now, you can shoot,” said Wilson, triumphantly, when the horseman was at some distance.
“Wilson, you’re an idiot! Don’t you understand that the man is an accomplice of Arsène Lupin?”
Sholmes was trembling from rage. Wilson stammered pitifully:
“What!... that man ... an accomplice?”
“Yes, the same as the workmen who tried to drop the bag of sand on us yesterday.”
“It can’t be possible!”
“Possible or not, there was only one way to prove it.”