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Updated: June 21, 2025
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.
"What's the matter?" said the Duke, with an air of surprise. "You haven't forbidden me to shoot Lupin. I have my revolver ready, since he's going to come.... THERE'S ONLY A MINUTE LEFT." "There are plenty of us," said Guerchard; and he went towards the door. "Funk!" said the Duke scornfully. Guerchard turned sharply. "Very well," he said, "I'll stick it out alone." "How rash!" sneered the Duke.
"It must be awful for a woman to love a man like Lupin the constant, wearing anxiety," said the Duke thoughtfully. "I dare say. Yet he can have his pick of sweethearts. I've been offered thousands of francs by women women of your Grace's world and wealthy Viennese to make them acquainted with Lupin," said Guerchard. "You don't surprise me," said the Duke with his ironic smile.
She went quietly out of the room, her handkerchief to her eyes. Guerchard held open the door for her, and kept it open, with his hand still on the handle; he said to Lupin: "Come along." Lupin yawned, stretched himself, and said coolly, "My dear Guerchard, what I want after the last two nights is rest rest."
"You'd better let me help you," said the Duke. "No, your Grace," said Guerchard firmly. "I must really insist," said the Duke. "No no no," said Guerchard vehemently, with stern decision. "It's no use your insisting, your Grace; I prefer to go alone. I shall only be gone a minute or two." "Just as you like," said the Duke stiffly. The legs of Guerchard disappeared up the steps.
Lupin rose and walked backwards and forwards across the room, frowning, calculating, glancing keenly at Guerchard, weighing him. Twice he looked at the clock. He stopped and said coldly: "So be it. For the moment you're the stronger.... That won't last.... But you offer me this child's liberty." "That's my offer," said Guerchard; and his eyes brightened at the prospect of success.
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.
M. Formery, who had not by any means trifled with the champagne, was raised to the very height of sanguine certainty. Their coffee and liqueurs were served in the smoking-room. Guerchard lighted a cigar, refused a liqueur, drank his coffee quickly, and slipped out of the room.
None of them struck the Duke as being of great value, and he listened to them with a somewhat absent-minded air. The coming examination of Sonia weighed heavily on his spirit. Guerchard answered only in monosyllables to the questions and suggestions thrown out by M. Formery.
He went to the chair on which he had set his overcoat and his hat, and picked them up. Guerchard sprang in front of him, barring his way, and cried in a shaky voice: "No; don't go! You mustn't go!" "What do you mean?" said the Duke, and paused. "What DO you mean?" Guerchard stepped back, and ran his hand over his forehead.
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