THE END OF THE DUEL "The handcuffs ?" said Lupin; and his face fell.

Then it cleared; and he added lightly, "After all, there's nothing like being careful; and, by Jove, with me you need to be.

I might get away yet.

What luck it is for you that I'm so soft, so little of a Charmerace, so human! Truly, I can't be much of a man of the world, to be in love like this!" "Come, come, hold out your hands!" said Guerchard, jingling the handcuffs impatiently.
"I should like to see that child for the last time," said Lupin gently.
"All right," said Guerchard.
"Arsene Lupin--and nabbed by you! If you aren't in luck! Here you are!" said Lupin bitterly; and he held out his wrists.
Guerchard snapped the handcuffs on them with a grunt of satisfaction.
Lupin gazed down at them with a bitter face, and said: "Oh, you are in luck! You're not married by any chance ?" "Yes, yes; I am," said Guerchard hastily; and he went quickly to the door and opened it: "Dieusy!" he called.

"Dieusy! Mademoiselle Kritchnoff is at liberty.