"At last! Now we shall see!... The proof is there! And we are all witnesses...."
He snatched up the ring and looked at the inscription. A cry of amazement escaped him. The ring bore the date of his marriage to Yvonne: "23rd of October"!...
We were sitting on the terrace at Monte Carlo. Lupin finished his story, lit a cigarette and calmly puffed the smoke into the blue air.
I said:
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why, the end of the story...."
"The end of the story? But what other end could there be?"
"Come ... you're joking ..."