Arsene Lupin Versus Herlock Sholmes (Paperback)

On the eighth day of last December, Mon. Gerbois, professor of mathematics at the College of Versailles, while rummaging in an old curiosity-shop, unearthed a small mahogany writing-desk which pleased him very much on account of the multiplicity of its drawers. "Just the thing for Suzanne's birthday present," thought he. And as he always tried to furnish some simple pleasures for his daughter, consistent with his modest income, he enquired the price, and, after some keen bargaining, purchased it for sixty-five francs. As he was giving his address to the shopkeeper, a young man, dressed with elegance and taste, who had been exploring the stock of antiques, caught sight of the writing-desk, and immediately enquired its price. "It is sold," replied the shopkeeper. "Ah to this gentleman, I presume?" Monsieur Gerbois bowed, and left the store, quite proud to be the possessor of an article which had attracted the attention of a gentleman of quality. But he had not taken a dozen steps in the street, when he was overtaken by the young man who, hat in hand and in a tone of perfect courtesy, thus addressed him: "I beg your pardon, monsieur; I am going to ask you a question that you may deem impertinent. It is this: Did you have any special object in view when you bought that writing-desk?" "No, I came across it by chance and it struck my fancy." "But you do not care for it particularly?" "Oh I shall keep it-that is all." "Because it is an antique, perhaps?" "No; because it is convenient," declared Mon. Gerbois. "In that case, you would consent to exchange it for another desk that would be quite as convenient and in better condition?" "Oh this one is in good condition, and I see no object in making an exchange." "But--"