Arsène Lupin versus Herlock Sholmes

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drew his revolver and pointed it; but Wilson seized his arm, and said:
    “Don’t be foolish! What are you going to do? Kill the man?”
    “Leave me alone, Wilson! Let go!”
    During the brief struggle between Sholmes and Wilson the stranger rode away.
    “Now, you can shoot,” said Wilson, triumphantly, when the horseman was at some distance.
    “Wilson, you’re an idiot! Don’t you understand that the man is an accomplice of Arsène Lupin?”
    Sholmes was trembling from rage. Wilson stammered pitifully:
    “What? … That man … an accomplice?”
    “Yes, the same as the workmen who tried to drop the bag of sand on us yesterday.”
    “It can’t be possible!”
    “Possible or not, there was only one way to prove it.”
    “By killing the man?”
    “No—by killing the horse. If you hadn’t grabbed my arm, I should have captured one of Lupin’s accomplices. Now, do you understand the folly of your act?”
    Throughout the afternoon both men were morose. They did not speak a word to each other. At five o’clock they visited the rue Clapeyron, but were careful to keep at a safe distance from the houses. However, three young men who were passing through the street, arm in arm, singing, ran against Sholmes and Wilson and refused to let them pass. Sholmes, who was in an ill humor, contested the right of way with them. After a brief struggle, Sholmes resorted to his fists. He struck one of the men a hard blow on the chest, another a blow in the face, and thus subdued two of his adversaries. Thereupon the three of them took to their heels and disappeared.
    “Ah!” exclaimed Sholmes, “that does me good. I needed a little exercise.”
    But Wilson was leaning against the wall. Sholmes said:
    “What’s the matter, old chap? You’re quite pale.”
    Wilson pointed to his left arm, which hung inert, and stammered:
    “I don’t know what it is. My arm pains me.”
    “Very much? … Is it serious?”
    “Yes, I am afraid so.”
    He tried to raise his arm, but it was helpless. Sholmes felt it, gently at first, then in a rougher way, “to see how badly it was hurt,” he said. He concluded that Wilson was really hurt, so he led him to a neighboring pharmacy, where a closer examination revealed the fact that the arm was broken and that Wilson was a candidate for the hospital. In the meantime they bared his arm and applied some remedies to ease his suffering.
    “Come, come, old chap, cheer up!” said Sholmes, who was holding Wilson’s arm, “in five or six weeks you will be all right again. But I will pay them back … the rascals! Especially Lupin, for this is his work … no doubt of that. I swear to you if ever—”
    He stopped suddenly, dropped the arm—which caused Wilson such an access of pain that he almost fainted—and, striking his forehead, Sholmes said:
    “Wilson, I have an idea. You know, I have one occasionally.”
    He stood for a moment, silent, with staring eyes, and then muttered, in short, sharp phrases:
    “Yes, that’s it … that will explain all … right at my feet … and I didn’t see it … ah, parbleu! I should have thought of it before … Wilson, I shall have good news for you.”
    Abruptly leaving his old friend, Sholmes ran into the street and went directly to the house known as number 25. On one of the stones, to the right of the door, he read this inscription: “Destange, architect, 1875.”
    There was a similar inscription on the house numbered 23.
    Of course, there was nothing unusual in that. But what might be read on the houses in the avenue Henri-Martin?
    A carriage was passing. He engaged it and directed the driver to take him to No. 134 avenue Henri-Martin. He was roused to a high pitch of excitement. He stood up in the carriage and urged the horse to greater speed. He offered extra pourboires to the driver. Quicker! Quicker!
    How great was his anxiety as they turned from the rue de la Pompe! Had he caught a glimpse of the truth at last?
    On one of the stones of the late

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