第5章

One of the policemen discharged his revolver, without thinking.

The wind carried the sound of words across the water.The gentleman was singing as he rowed:

"Go, little bark, Float in the dark..."But the commissary saw a skiff fastened to the landing-stage of the adjoining property.He scrambled over the hedge separating the two gardens and, after ordering the soldiers to watch the banks of the lake and to seize the fugitlve if he tried to put ashore, the commissary and two of his men pulled off in pursuit of Lupin.

It was not a difficult matter, for they were able to follow his movements by the intermittent light of the moon and to see that he was trying to cross the lakes while bearing toward the right - that is to say, toward the village of Saint-Gratien.Moreover, the commissary soon perceived that, with the aid of his men and thanks perhaps to the comparative lightness of his craft, he was rapidly gaining on the other.In ten minutes he had decreased the interval between them by one half.

"That's it!" he cried."We shan't even need the soldiers to keep him from landing.I very much want to make the fellow's acquaintance.He's a cool hand and no mistake!"The funny thing was that the distance was now diminishing at an abnormal rate, as though the fugitive had lost heart at realizing the futility of the struggle.The policemen redoubled their efforts.The boat shot across the water with the swiftness of a swallow.Another hundred yards at most and they would reach the man.

"Halt!" cried the commissary.

The enemy, whose huddled shape they could make out in the boat, no longer moved.The sculls drifted with the stream.And this absence of all motion had something alarming about it.A ruffian of that stamp might easily lie in wait for his aggressors, sell his life dearly and even shoot them dead before they had a chance of attacking him.

"Surrender!" shouted the commissary.

The sky, at that moment, was dark.The three men lay flat at the bottom of their skiff, for they thought they perceived a threatening gesture.

The boat, carried by its own impetus, was approaching the other.

The commissary growled:

"We won't let ourselves be sniped.Let's fire at him.Are you ready?"And he roared, once more, "Surrender...if not...!"No reply.

The enemy did not budge.

"Surrender!...Hands up!...You refuse?...So much the worse for you...

I'm counting...One...Two..."

The policemen did not wait for the word of command.They fired and, at once, bending over their oars, gave the boat so powerful an impulse that it reached the goal in a few strokes.

The commissary watched, revolver in hand, ready for the least movement.

He raised his arm:

"If you stir, I'll blow out your brains!"But the enemy did not stir for a moment; and, when the boat was bumped and the two men, letting go their oars, prepared for the formidable assault, the commissary understood the reason of this passive attitude:

there was no one in the boat.The enemy had escaped by swimming, leaving in the hands of the victor a certain number of the stolen articles, which, heaped up and surmounted by a jacket and a bowler hat, might be taken, at a pinch, in the semi-darkness, vaguely to represent the figure of a man.