The young man rose from his seat:
"And suppose I refuse?"
"i***t!"
"Yes, suppose I refuse? After all, what obliges me to submit to your will? What obliges me to accept a part which I do not know, but which I loathe in advance and feel ashamed of?"
"i***t!" repeated Lupin.
And forcing Pierre Leduc back into his chair, he sat down beside him and, in the gentlest of voices:
"You quite forget, my dear young man, that you are not Pierre Leduc, but Gérard Baupré. That you bear the beautiful name of Pierre Leduc is due to the fact that you, Gérard Baupré, killed Pierre Leduc and robbed him of his individuality."
The young man bounded with indignation:
"You are mad! You know as well as I do that you conceived the whole plot. . . ."
"Yes, I know that, of course; but the law doesn't know it
