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"You've got keener ears than I," said Guerchard grudgingly. "In all this business you've shown the qualities of a very promising detective." He rose, went to the door, and unlocked it. Bonavent came in: "I've brought you the handcuffs, sir," he said, holding them out. "Shall I stay with you?" "No," said Guerchard.
"Good, bring her down here," said Guerchard. "Perhaps you'd like me to go," said the Duke. "Oh, no," said Guerchard. "If it would interest you to hear me question her, please stay." Bonavent left the room. The Duke sat down in an easy chair, and Guerchard stood before the fireplace.
They must have wondered why it was standing in front of a half-built house. Somebody may have actually seen the burglars loading it, though it was so early in the morning. Bonavent had better inquire at every house in the street on which that half-built house faces. Did you happen to notice the name of it?" said M. Formery. "It's Sureau Street," said Guerchard.
"This is merely an imitation." said the Duke, with a gentle laugh. "Hell and damnation!" howled Guerchard. "Bonavent! Dieusy!" The door flew open, and half a dozen detectives rushed in. Guerchard sank into a chair, stupefied, paralyzed; this blow, on the top of the strain of the struggle with the Duke, had broken him. "Gentlemen," said the Duke sadly, "the coronet has been stolen."
And he thrust his hand into the breast of Guerchard's coat, and tore out the pocket-book. "Throw it on the table!" cried Lupin. Bonavent threw it on to the table; and it slid along it right to Lupin. He caught it in his left hand, and slipped it into his pocket. "Good!" he said. And then he yelled ferociously, "Look out for the bomb!" and made a feint of throwing it.
"I didn't know that there was one," said Bonavent humbly. "Well, you ought to have known that there was; and it's plain enough to see. What is it you want?" said Charolais. "I've brought a letter a letter for the Duke of Charmerace," said Bonavent. "Give it to me," said Charolais. "I'll take it to him." "No, no; I'm to give it into the hands of the Duke himself and to nobody else," said Bonavent.
He had scarcely done it one button of his tunic was still to fasten when the bedroom door opened, and Lupin came out: "What do you want?" he said sharply; and his keen eyes scanned the porter with a disquieting penetration. "I've brought a letter to the Duke of Charmerace, to be given into his own hands," said Bonavent, in a disguised voice. "Give it to me," said Lupin, holding out his hand.
"Oh, nothing, your Grace ... nothing ... there's been a mistake," stammered Bonavent. "A mistake?" said Lupin haughtily. "I should think there had been a mistake. But I take it that this is Guerchard's doing. I'd better deal with him directly. You two can go." He turned to Charolais and added curtly, "Show them out."
I suppose they were making an effort to be in time for once. Well, it doesn't matter," said Guerchard. "Then I suppose I'd better send the other prison-van away?" said Bonavent. "What other van?" said Guerchard. "The van which has just arrived," said Bonavent. "What! What on earth are you talking about?" cried Guerchard, with a sudden anxiety in his voice and on his face.
He was not wearing a very cheerful air; and he told the Duke that he had found no clue to the perpetrators of the crime, though M. Dieusy and M. Bonavent, the detectives from the Prefecture of Police, had joined him in the search. The Duke was condoling with him on this failure when they heard a knocking at the front door, and then voices on the stairs. "Ah!
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