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She looks such a good soul." Guerchard shrugged his shoulders: "The prisons are full of good souls," he said, with cynical wisdom born of experience. "They get caught so much more often than the bad." "It seems rather mean of Lupin to make use of women like this, and get them into trouble," said the Duke. "But he doesn't," said Guerchard quickly. "At least he hasn't up to now.
I'm inclined to think, on the whole, that they did come in through the front door." M. Formery sniffed contemptuously. "Perhaps you're right," said the Duke. "But the accomplice?" "I think we shall know more about the accomplice when Victoire awakes," said Guerchard. "The family have such confidence in Victoire," said the Duke. "Perhaps Lupin has, too," said Guerchard grimly.
"Now you must keep calm and go. I'm not going to prison," said Lupin, in a low voice. "Wait in the hall, if you can. Stop and talk to Victoire; condole with her. If they turn you out of the house, wait close to the front door." "Come, mademoiselle," said Guerchard. "You must go." "Go, Sonia, go good-bye good-bye," said Lupin; and he kissed her.
"It was very clever of him to foresee the arrest of Victoire and provide against it." "Yes, but where is the leakage? Where is the leakage?" cried Guerchard, fuming. "How did he learn that the doctor said that she would recover her wits at ten o'clock?
"Nothing?" said the Duke. "No. Are you sure you saw the handkerchief in one of those little rooms on the second floor quite sure?" said Guerchard. "Of course I did," said the Duke. "Isn't it there?" "No," said Guerchard. "You can't have looked properly," said the Duke, with a touch of irony in his voice. "If I were you, I should go back and look again." "No.
Victoire was sitting huddled together on a chair; Sonia stood beside her, talking to her in a low voice; and, keeping guard on Victoire, stood a brown-faced, active, nervous policeman, all alertness, briskness, keenness. "Hi! officer! come up here! Be smart," cried Lupin over the bannisters, in the husky, gentle voice of Chief-Inspector Guerchard.
"My father is going to the Ritz to sleep," said Germaine, "and I'm going with him. He doesn't like the idea of my sleeping in this house to-night. I suppose he's afraid that Lupin will make an attack in force with all his gang. Still, if he did, I think that Guerchard could give a good account of himself he's got men enough in the house, at any rate. Irma tells me it's swarming with them.
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.
"What if she did enter the service of Mademoiselle Gournay-Martin just before the thefts began? Besides, after this lapse of time, if she had committed the thefts, you'd find it a job to bring them home to her. It's not a job worth your doing, anyhow it's a job for an ordinary detective, Guerchard." "There's always the pendant," said Guerchard. "I am convinced that that pendant is in the house."
M. Formery shrugged his shoulders: "That screen looked as if it had stood there since the beginning of the summer," he said. "The first thing, when you're dealing with Lupin, is to distrust appearances," said Guerchard. "Lupin!" cried M. Formery hotly. Then he bit his lip and was silent.
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