"What are you talking about?... The blonde lady ... the Château de Crozon...."
The inspector, without replying, spread four sheets of paper on the table.
"Lastly," he said, "here, on these four sheets, we have a specimen of the handwriting of Antoinette Bréhat, another of the lady who sent a note to Baron Herschmann during the sale of the blue diamond, another of Mme. de Réal, at the time of her stay at Crozon, and the fourth ... your own, madame ... your name and address given by yourself to the hall-porter of the Hôtel Beaurivage at Trouville. Now, please compare these four handwritings. They are one and the same."
"But you are mad, sir, you are mad! What does all this mean?"
"It means, madame," cried Ganimard, with a great outburst, "that the blonde lady, the friend and accomplice of Arsène Lupin, is none other than yourself."
He pushed open the door of the next room, rushed at M. Gerbois, shoved him along by the shoulders and, planting him in front of Mme. Réal:
"M. Gerbois, do you recognize the person who took away your daughter and whom you saw at Maître Detinan's?"
"No."
There was a commotion of which every one felt the shock. Ganimard staggered back:
"No?... Is it possible?... Come, just think...."