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The Duke himself seemed to have lost his usual flow of good spirits, and at times his brow was knitted in an anxious frown. His questions to Guerchard showed a far less keen interest in the affair. To him the lunch seemed very long and very tedious; but at last it came to an end. M. Gournay-Martin seemed to have been much cheered by the wine he had drunk. He was almost hopeful.
It stopped before the door of the police-station, and the eyes of the inspector and his men turned, idly expectant, to the door of the office. It opened, and a young man in motor-coat and cap stood on the threshold. He looked round the office with alert eyes, which took in everything, and said, in a brisk, incisive voice: "I am the Duke of Charmerace. I am here on behalf of M. Gournay-Martin.
M. Formery stepped forward with an air and said, "I am distressed, M. Gournay-Martin truly distressed by your loss. I am M. Formery, examining magistrate." "It is a tragedy, M. Formery a tragedy!" groaned the millionaire. "Do not let it upset you too much. We shall find your masterpieces we shall find them. Only give us time," said M. Formery in a tone of warm encouragement.
"It was the influence of the castle." "What do you mean?" said Germaine. "Oh, to own the castle of Charmerace and call oneself Mlle. Gournay-Martin it's not worth doing. One MUST become a duchess," said Jeanne. "Yes, yes; and for all this wonderful constancy, seven years of it, Germaine was on the point of becoming engaged to another man," said Marie, smiling.
"Now, where did I see a time-table?" said the Duke. "Oh, I know; there's one in the drawer of that Oriental cabinet." Crossing to the cabinet, he opened the drawer, took out the time-table, and handed it to M. Gournay-Martin. The millionaire took it and turned over the leaves quickly, ran his eye down a page, and said, "Yes, thank goodness, there is a train. There's one at a quarter to nine."
"I'm taking it with me I've got it here." And he held up his bag. "You are?" said the Duke. "Yes, I am," said M. Gournay-Martin firmly. "Do you think it's wise?" said the Duke. "Why not?" said M. Gournay-Martin.
The treasures of M. Gournay-Martin are known to all the world. France will deplore his losses." He paused, and added hastily, "But we shall recover them we shall recover them." The Duke rose, bowed, and protested his pleasure at making the acquaintance of M. Formery. "Is this the scene of the robbery, inspector?" said M. Formery; and he rubbed his hands together with a very cheerful air.
He kept within a foot of the Duke right to the front door. The detective in charge opened it; and they went down the steps to the taxi-cab which was awaiting them. The Duke kissed Germaine's fingers and handed her into the taxi-cab. M. Gournay-Martin paused at the cab-door, and turned and said, with a pathetic air, "Am I never to sleep in my own house again?" He got into the cab and drove off.
M. Formery paused. Then he said, "How long have you been in the service of M. Gournay-Martin?" "A little more than a year," said the concierge. M. Formery looked at the paper in his hand, frowned, and said severely, "I see you've been convicted twice, my man." "Yes, sir, but " "My husband's an honest man, sir perfectly honest," broke in his wife. "You've only to ask M. Gournay-Martin; he'll "
"Dear!" roared M. Gournay-Martin. "I should like to see any one else sell a hundred horse-power car for eight hundred pounds. Why, my good sir, you're having me!" "No, no," protested M. Charolais feebly. "I tell you you're having me," roared M. Gournay-Martin. "I'm letting you have a magnificent car for which I paid thirteen hundred pounds for eight hundred!
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