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Updated: June 5, 2025
The Duke turned sharply on Guerchard, and said: "Now, why on earth? ... I don't understand." "I got this from M. Formery," said Guerchard, holding up the paper. "Well," said the Duke. "What is it?" "It's a warrant, your Grace," said Guerchard. "What! ... A warrant! ... Not for the arrest of Mademoiselle Kritchnoff?" "Yes," said Guerchard. "Oh, come, it's impossible," said the Duke.
Guerchard went back to M. Formery at the writing-table. "You made a clumsy mistake there, Guerchard," said M. Formery, with a touch of gratified malice in his tone. Guerchard took no notice of it: "I want you to give orders that nobody leaves the house without my permission," he said, in a low voice. "No one except Mademoiselle Kritchnoff, I suppose," said M. Formery, smiling.
"You'd be surprised how clearly you hear everything in these safes you'd think they were too thick," said Guerchard, in his gentle, husky voice. "How on earth did you get into it?" cried M. Formery. "Getting in was easy enough. It's the getting out that was awkward. These jokers had fixed up some kind of a spring so that I nearly shot out with the door," said Guerchard, rubbing his elbow.
"Do you really mean to say that it hasn't thrown you off the track too?" said M. Formery, with a touch of incredulity in his tone. "Well, no not exactly," said Guerchard. "I wasn't on that track, you see." "No, of course not of course not. You were on the track of Lupin," said M. Formery; and his contemptuous smile was tinged with malice.
He went up to the drawing-room, and there he found Guerchard, M. Formery, and the inspector, who had just completed their tour of inspection of the house next door and had satisfied themselves that the stolen treasures were not in it.
"The fact is, we don't know where she is," said the inspector. "You don't know where she is?" said M. Formery. "We can't find her anywhere," said the inspector. "That's excellent, excellent. We've found the accomplice," said M. Formery with lively delight; and he rubbed his hands together. "At least, we haven't found her, but we know her." "I don't think that's the case," said the Duke.
It's no good crying over spilt milk." M. Formery folded his arms and walked, frowning, backwards and forwards across the room. He stopped, raised his hand with a gesture commanding attention, and said, "I have no hesitation in saying that there is a connection an intimate connection between the thefts at Charmerace and this burglary!"
Germaine, who was sitting on a couch near the door, waiting with an air of resignation for her father to cease his lamentations, rose and moved to a chair nearer the writing-table. Guerchard kept moving restlessly about the room, but noiselessly. At last he came to a standstill, leaning against the wall behind M. Formery.
"Oh, if only somebody could hear you!" gasped Guerchard. "Now, don't excite yourself," said the Duke. "That won't produce any proofs for you.... The fact is, M. Formery told you the truth when he said that, when it is a case of Lupin, you lose your head. Ah, that Formery there is an intelligent man if you like." "At all events, the coronet is safe ... to-night "
He complied with her request, almost with alacrity, and returned to M. Formery and Guerchard. He found them at a standstill, waiting for reports from the detectives who were hunting outside the house for information about the movements of the burglars with the stolen booty, and apparently finding none.
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