He could not suppress a gesture of annoyance and, showing the telegram to the baron:
"Do you begin to believe," he said, "that your walls have eyes and ears?"
"I can't understand it," murmured M. d'Imblevalle, astounded.
"Nor I. But what I do understand is that not a movement takes place here unperceived by him. Not a word is spoken but he hears it."
That evening, Wilson went to bed with the easy conscience of a man who has done his duty and who has no other business before him than to go to sleep. So he went to sleep very quickly and was visited by beautiful dreams, in which he was hunting down Lupin all by himself and just on the point of arresting him with his own hand; and the feeling of the pursuit was so lifelike that he woke up.
Some one was touching his bed. He seized his revolver:
"Another movement, Lupin, and I shoot!"
"Steady, old chap, steady on!"
"Hullo, is that you, Shears? Do you want me?"