“Ah, but I shall have a dozen fishing-smacks, each of which will be commanded by one of my men, and we shall collar him—”
“If he doesn’t slip through your dozen smacks, like a fish through the meshes.”
“All right, then I’ll sink him.”
“The devil you will! Shall you have guns?”
“Why, of course! There’s a torpedo-boat at the Havre at this moment. A telegram from me will bring her to the Needle at the appointed hour.”
“How proud Lupin will be! A torpedo-boat! Well, M. Ganimard, I see that you have provided for everything. We have only to go ahead. When do we deliver the assault?”
“To-morrow.”
“At night?”
“No, by daylight, at the flood-tide, as the clock strikes ten in the morning.”
“Capital.”