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He loosed his grip on Bonavent, and knocked him straight with a thump in the back, and sent him flying across the room. Then he took the pocket-book from Charolais and made sure that its contents were untouched. "Tell your master from me that if he wants to bring me down he'd better fire the gun himself," said Lupin contemptuously. "Show the gentleman out, Charolais."
"They think that Lupin's letter announcing the burglary and these signatures on the walls are only a ruse." "Is that so?" said Guerchard. "Is there any way I can help you, sir?" said policeman. "Yes," said Guerchard. "Take up your post outside that door and admit no one but M. Formery, the inspector, Bonavent, or Dieusy, without consulting me." And he pointed to the drawing-room door.
"Everything: your cigarettes ... the salvias ... the photograph that Bonavent found in Victoire's prayer-book ... that man in motoring dress ... and finally, your break-down," said Guerchard; and the accusation and the threat rang clearer. The Duke rose from his chair quickly and said haughtily, in icy tones: "M. Guerchard, you've been drinking!"
"Lend a hand, inspector," he said. "And you too, Bonavent. She looks a good weight." The three of them raised the mattress, and carried it and the sleeping woman to a broad couch, and laid them on it. They staggered under their burden, for truly Victoire was a good weight. M. Formery rose, with recovered breath, but with his face an even richer purple.
"Let him have his way, master!" cried Dieusy. "Yes, yes!" cried Bonavent. "Let him have his way!" cried another. "Give him his pocket-book!" cried a third. "Never!" howled Guerchard. "It's in his pocket his breast-pocket! Be smart!" roared Lupin. "Come, come, it's got to be given to him," cried Bonavent. "Hold the master tight!"
"Well, in that case, you'll have to wait till he's finished dressing," said Charolais. They went on up to the stairs into the ante-room. Bonavent was walking straight into the smoking-room. "Here! where are you going to? Wait here," said Charolais quickly. "Take a chair; sit down."
It's just a formality; but I attach considerable importance to it, for I really ought not to make exceptions in favour of any one. I have two men at the door, and they have orders to let nobody out without my written permission. Of course M. Gournay-Martin's guests are different. Bonavent has orders to pass them out. And, if your Grace doesn't mind, it will help me.
Here I've had a guard at the door all day; I've imprisoned the household; all the provisions have been received directly by a man of mine; and here he is, ready to pick up Victoire the very moment she gives herself away! Where is the leakage?" He turned on Bonavent, and went on: "It's no use your standing there with your mouth open, looking like a fool.
Bonavent sat down with a very stolid air, and Charolais looked at him doubtfully, in two minds whether to leave him there alone or not. Before he had decided there came a thundering knock on the front door, not only loud but protracted. Charolais looked round with a scared air; and then ran out of the room and down the stairs. On the instant Bonavent was on his feet, and very far from stolid.
Guerchard came back into the room. He looked at them with a cynical grin, and said, "Time's up." "Oh, Guerchard, after so many others, I owe you the best minute of my life!" cried Lupin. Bonavent, still in his porter's livery, came hurrying through the anteroom: "Master," he cried, "I've found it." "Found what?" said Guerchard. "The secret entrance. It opens into that little side street.
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