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قراءة كتاب The Golden Triangle: The Return of Arsène Lupin
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The Golden Triangle: The Return of Arsène Lupin
THE
GOLDEN TRIANGLE
The Return of Arsène Lupin
BY
MAURICE LE BLANC
AUTHOR OF "THE WOMAN OF MYSTERY," "CONFESSIONS OF ARSÈNE LUPIN," ETC.
NEW YORK
THE MACAULAY COMPANY
Copyright 1917
By The Macaulay Company
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | Coralie | 11 |
| II. | Right Hand and Left Leg | 27 |
| III. | The Rusty Key | 43 |
| IV. | Before the Flames | 59 |
| V. | Husband and Wife | 74 |
| VI. | Nineteen Minutes Past Seven | 91 |
| VII. | Twenty-three Minutes Past Twelve | 107 |
| VIII. | Essarès Bey's Work | 124 |
| IX. | Patrice and Coralie | 140 |
| X. | The Red Cord | 156 |
| XI. | On the Brink | 174 |
| XII. | In the Abyss | 188 |
| XIII. | The Nails in the Coffin | 206 |
| XIV. | A Strange Character | 221 |
| XV. | The Belle Hélène | 241 |
| XVI. | The Fourth Act | 263 |
| XVII. | Siméon Gives Battle | 283 |
| XVIII. | Siméon's Last Victim | 304 |
| XIX. | Fiat Lux! | 332 |
THE GOLDEN TRIANGLE
CHAPTER I
CORALIE
It was close upon half-past six and the evening shadows were growing denser when two soldiers reached the little space, planted with trees, opposite the Musée Galliéra, where the Rue de Chaillot and the Rue Pierre-Charron meet. One wore an infantryman's sky-blue great-coat; the other, a Senegalese, those clothes of undyed wool, with baggy breeches and a belted jacket, in which the Zouaves and the native African troops have been dressed since the war. One of them had lost his right leg, the other his left arm.
They walked round the open space, in the center of which stands a fine group of Silenus figures, and stopped. The infantryman threw away his cigarette. The Senegalese picked it up, took a few quick puffs at it, put it out by squeezing it between his fore-finger and thumb and stuffed it into his pocket. All this without a word.
Almost at the same time two more soldiers came out of the Rue Galliéra. It would have been impossible to say to what branch they belonged, for their military attire was composed of the most incongruous civilian garments. However, one of them sported a Zouave's chechia, the other an artilleryman's képi. The first walked on crutches, the other on two sticks. These two kept near the newspaper-kiosk which stands at the edge of the pavement.
Three others came singly by the Rue Pierre-Charron, the Rue Brignoles and the Rue de Chaillot: a one-armed rifleman, a limping sapper and a marine with a hip that looked as if it was twisted. Each of them made straight for a tree and leant against it.
Not a word was uttered among them. None of the seven crippled soldiers seemed to know his companions or to trouble about or even perceive their presence. They stood behind their trees or behind the kiosk or behind the group of Silenus figures without stirring. And the few wayfarers who, on that evening of the 3rd of April, 1915, crossed this unfrequented square, which received hardly any light from the shrouded