"Well, all the same, there's something strange at the bottom of it, something fantastic and miraculous that makes your flesh creep, my fine lady."
"You villain!... You'll be laughing on the other side of your mouth before long."
"I doubt it."
"You wait and see."
She reflected once more and said to her nephew:
"What would you do?"
"Fasten his arm again and let's be off," he replied.
A hideous suggestion! It meant condemning Lupin to the most horrible of all deaths, death by starvation.
"No," said the widow. "He might still find a means of escape. I know something better than that."
She took down the receiver of the telephone, waited and asked: