I am knock, knock, knocking

"Thank you," said Lupin. "Ganimard, this is Friday. On Wednesday next, at four o'clock in the afternoon, I will smoke my cigar at your house in the rue Pergolese."
"Arsene Lupin, I will expect you."

They shook hands like two old friends who valued each other at their true words; then the detectivev stepped to the door.

"Ganimard!"

"What is it?" asked Ganimard, as he turned back.
"You have forgotten your watch."
"My watch?"
"Yes, it strayed into my pocket."
He returned the watch, exusing himself.
"Pardon me... a bad habit. Because they have taken mine is no reason why I should take yours. Beside, I have a chronometer here that satisfies me fairly well."
"From whose pocket did that come?" asked Ganimard.
Arsene Lupin gave a hasty glance at the initials engraved on the watch.
"J.B......Who the devil can that be?...Ah! yes, I remember. Jules Bouvier, the judge who cunducted my examination. A charming fellow!...."

En conversation mellan fången Lupin och Dektektiven som fångade honom, Ganimard.
Aaah, Jag tror jag kommer att tycka om Lupin lika mycket som jag tycker om hans barnbarn~

~Alice