in the same picture. You take the camera. I am loaded down."

I gave her the camera, but too late for her to use it. Rozaine
was already passing the detective. An American officer, standing
behind Ganimard, leaned forward and whispered in his ear. The
French detective shrugged his shoulders and Rozaine passed on.
Then, my God, who was Arsene Lupin?

"Yes," said Miss Nelly, aloud, "who can it be?"

Not more than twenty people now remained on board. She
scrutinized them one by one, fearful that Arsene Lupin was not
amongst them.

"We cannot wait much longer," I said to her.

She started toward the gangway. I followed. But we had not taken
ten steps when Ganimard barred out passage.

"Well, what is it?" I exclaimed.

"One moment, monsieur. What's your hurry?"

"I am escorting mademoiselle."

"One moment," he repeated, in a tone of authority. Then, gazing
into my eyes, he said:

"Arsene Lupin, is it not?"