, that's the kiss of a decent man! Instead of Daubrecq, it's
I kissing you... Another word and I'll do it again... and I'll call you
darling next... Be angry with me, if you dare. Oh, how happy I am!"

He knelt before her on one knee. And, respectfully:

"I beg your pardon, madame. The fit is over."

And, getting up again, resuming his whimsical manner, he continued,
while Clarisse wondered what he was driving at:

"What's the next article, madame? Your son's pardon, perhaps? Certainly!
Madame, I have the honour to grant you the pardon of your son, the
commutation of his sentence to penal servitude for life and, to wind
up with, his early escape. It's settled, eh, Growler? Settled, Masher,
what? You'll both go with the boy to New Caledonia and arrange for
everything. Oh, my dear Daubrecq, we owe you a great debt! But I'm not
forgetting you, believe me! What would you like? A last pipe? Coming,
coming!"

He took one of the pipes from the mantel-piece, stooped over the
prisoner, shifted his pad and thrust the amber mouth-piece between his
teeth:

"Draw, old chap, draw. Lord, how funny you look, with your plug over
your nose and your cutty in your mouth. Come, puff away. By Jove, I
forgot to fill your pipe! Where's your tobacco, your favourite Maryland?
... Oh, here we are!..."

He took from the chimney an unopened yellow packet and tore off the
government band:

"His lordship's tobacco! Ladies and gentlemen, keep your eyes on me!
This is a great moment. I am about to fill his lordship's pipe: by
Jupiter, what an honour! Observe my movements! You see, I have nothing
in my hands, nothing up my sleeves!..."

He turned back his cuffs and stuck out his elbows. Then he opened the
packet and inserted his thumb and fore-finger, slowly, gingerly, like a
conjurer performing a sleight-of-hand trick before a puzzled audience,
and, beaming all over his face, extracted from the tobacco a glittering
object which he held out before the spectators.

Clarisse uttered a cry.

It was the crystal stopper.

She rushed at Lupin and snatched it from him:

"That's it; that's the one!" she exclaimed, feverishly. "There's no
scratch on the stem! And look at this line running down the middle,
where the gilt finishes... That's it; it unscrews!... Oh, dear, my
strength's going!..." She trembled so violently that Lupin took back the
stopper and unscrewed it himself.

The inside of the knob was hollow; and in the hollow space was a pie