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The Duke sprang to his feet, and said in an anxious tone, "Perhaps I'd better speak to him myself." He took his place at the telephone and said, "I am the Duke of Charmerace. M. Gournay-Martin begged me to secure the services of M. Guerchard. He laid the greatest stress on my securing them, if on reaching Paris I found that the crime had already been committed."
"Shan't I admit the Duke of Charmerace? He's taking a great interest in this affair," said the policeman. "The Duke of Charmerace? Oh, yes admit the Duke of Charmerace," said Guerchard. The policeman went to his post of responsibility, a proud man. Hardly had the door closed behind him when Guerchard was all activity activity and eyes.
I've none to throw off. I AM the Duke of Charmerace." "You lie! You escaped from the Sante four years ago. You are Lupin! I recognize you now." "Prove it," said the Duke scornfully. "I will!" cried Guerchard. "You won't. I AM the Duke of Charmerace." Guerchard laughed wildly. "Don't laugh. You know nothing nothing, dear boy," said the Duke tauntingly.
"Yes, sir," said the inspector. "These two rooms seem to be the only ones touched, though of course we can't tell till M. Gournay-Martin arrives. Jewels may have been stolen from the bedrooms." "I fear that M. Gournay-Martin won't be of much help for some days," said the Duke. "When I left him he was nearly distracted; and he won't be any better after a night journey to Paris from Charmerace.
The official at the other end of the line hesitated. He did not refuse on the instant as he had refused the inspector. It may be that he reflected that M. Gournay-Martin was a millionaire and a man of influence; that the Duke of Charmerace was a Duke; that he, at any rate, had nothing whatever to gain by running counter to their wishes.
"Any one would have said you were twin brothers." "It gave me quite a shock the first time I saw his portrait," said Lupin. "You remember, Charolais? It was three years ago, the day, or rather the night, of the first Gournay-Martin burglary at Charmerace. Do you remember?" "Do I remember?" said Charolais. "It was I who pointed out the likeness to you.
Charmerace! Charmerace!" Then he rose painfully to his feet, and stood staring at the open windows. Presently he roared again: "Firmin! Firmin! Charmerace! Charmerace!" He kept looking at the window with terrified eyes, as though he expected somebody to step in and cut his throat from ear to ear. "Firmin! Firmin! Charmerace! Charmerace!" he bellowed again.
"The game isn't lost yet," he said in a tense, quiet voice. "I'm going to play it to the end. I've a card or two left still good cards. I'm still the Duke of Charmerace." He turned to her. "Now listen to me," he said. "Go down and open the door for him." "What, you want me to?" said Victoire, in a shaky voice. "Yes, I do. Listen to me carefully.
In the derangement of their minds and it was sheer derangement, mind you already prepared at Charmerace, in the derangement of Guerchard, I had only to put out my hand and pluck the coronet. And the joy, the ineffable joy of enraging the police! To see Guerchard's furious eyes when I downed him.... And look round you!" He waved his hand round the luxurious room. "Duke of Charmerace!
They heard him say: "Is that Charmerace? ... I want the gardener.... Out? When will he be back? ... Tell him to ring me up at M. Gournay-Martin's house in Paris the moment he gets back.... Detective-Inspector Guerchard ... Guerchard ... Detective-Inspector." He turned to them with a frown, and said, "Of course, since I want him, the confounded gardener has gone out for the day.
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