“What! you surrender——”
“I bow to the inevitable. I am tired of the unequal struggle, in which we are sure to be defeated. Lupin is stronger than I am—stronger than the two of us; therefore, we must surrender.”
“I will not surrender.”
“He will make you, as he has all others.”
“And you would be pleased to see it—eh, Ganimard?”
“At all events, it is true,” said Ganimard, frankly. “And since you are determined to pursue the game, I will go with you.”
Together they entered the carriage and were driven to the avenue des Ternes. Upon their order the carriage stopped on the other side of the street, at some distance from the house, in front of a little café, on the terrace of which the two men took seats amongst the shrubbery. It was commencing to grow dark.
“Waiter,” said Sholmes, “some writing material.”
He wrote a note, recalled the waiter and gave him the letter with instructions to deliver it to the concierge of the house which he pointed out.
In a few minutes the concierge stood before them. Sholmes asked him if, on the Sunday morning, he had seen a young woman dressed in black.