Arsène Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar (Warbler Classics)

He tumbled into an armchair, with his clenched hands pressed against his burning forehead

Arsène related the story of his life, the life of his father as a magistrate, the sorrows of his childhood, and his present difficulties

“I confess,” he said, “that I have sometimes managed to succeed where the experts had abandoned all their attempts. But I am far from considering myself a Sherlock Holmes...And, besides, I hardly know the facts....”

It seems probable that the so-called Rostat, who, eight years ago, was acting as assistant to Dickson, the conjurer, was none other than Arsène Lupin.

But there comes a time when you cease to know yourself amid all these changes, and that is very sad. I feel at present as the man must have felt who lost his shadow. I am going to look for myself...and to find myself.”

You present the case, almost unparalleled in our modern society, of a man without a past. We do not know who you are, whence you come, where your childhood was spent—in short, we know nothing about you

He glanced through them, and observed that every page was scored, underlined, and annotated

German translation of the Manual of Epictetus

“Maria has taken the other’s place. Eight out of ten are prepared. On pressing outside foot, metal panel moves upward. H. P. will wait from 12 to 16 daily. But where? Reply at once. Have no fear: your friend is looking after you.”

He was decidedly an artist in his way