"What made me ...?"
He drew my attention to a woman, still exceedingly handsome, who was passing on a young man's arm. She saw Lupin and bowed.
"It's she," he whispered. "She and her son."
"Then she recognized you?"
"She always recognizes me, whatever my disguise."
"But since the burglary at the Château de Thibermesnil,[D] the police have identified the two names of Arsène Lupin and Horace Velmont."
"Yes."
"Therefore she knows who you are."
"Yes."
"And she bows to you?" I exclaimed, in spite of myself.