letter over and over again. "I shall be obliged to remove them
myself." And then there was the fixed date: the night of 27
September.

To confide in his servants was a proceeding repugnant to his
nature; but now, for the first time in many years, he experienced
the necessity of seeking counsel with some one. Abandoned by the
legal official of his own district, and feeling unable to defend
himself with his own resources, he was on the point of going to
Paris to engage the services of a detective.

Two days passed; on the third day, he was filled with hope and joy
as he read the following item in the `Reveil de Caudebec', a
newspaper published in a neighboring town:

"We have the pleasure of entertaining in our city, at the present
time, the veteran detective Mon. Ganimard who acquired a world-
wide reputation by his clever capture of Arsene Lupin. He has
come here for rest and recreation, and, being an enthusiastic
fisherman, he threatens to capture all the fish in our river."

Ganimard! Ah, here is the assistance desired by Baron Cahorn!
Who could baffle the schemes of Arsene Lupin better than Ganimard,
the patient and astute detective? He was the man for the place.

The baron did not hesitate. The town of Caudebec was only six
kilometers from the castle, a short distance to a man whose step
was accelerated by the hope of safety.

After several fruitless attempts to ascertain the detective's