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"I'm going to gaol that girl," said Guerchard savagely; and he took a step towards the door. "Not for long," said Lupin quietly. "You have no proof." "She'll furnish the proof all right herself plenty of proofs," said Guerchard brutally. "What chance has a silly child like that got, when we really start questioning her?
"M. Formery told me, when you were out this afternoon, that he believed this housekeeper to be quite innocent," said the Duke idly. "There is certainly one innocent in this affair," said Guerchard, grinning. "Who is that?" said the Duke. "The examining magistrate," said Guerchard. The door opened, and Bonavent brought Victoire in.
"It's even more of a fortress than you think, your Grace. I've four men on that landing," said Guerchard, nodding towards the door. "Oh, have you?" said the Duke, with a sudden air of annoyance. "You don't like that?" said Guerchard quickly. "I should jolly well think not," said the Duke. "With these precautions, Lupin will never be able to get into this room at all."
The Duke stepped back out of reach of any bricks that might fall. Guerchard set his left hand against the wall of the chimney-piece between him and the drawing-room, and pressed hard with his right against the top of the dappled patch of bricks. At the first push, half a dozen of them fell with a bang on to the floor of the next house.
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.
It was past five-and-twenty minutes to nine when the front-door bell rang. They gazed at one another with an unspoken question on their lips. The eyes of Victoire were scared, but in the eyes of Lupin the light of battle was gathering. "It's her," said Victoire under her breath. "No," said Lupin. "It's Guerchard." He sprang to his feet with shining eyes. His lips were curved in a fighting smile.
Guerchard lowered his voice and said with an air of the deepest secrecy: "He's already here, your Grace." "Lupin? Here?" cried the Duke. "Yes; Lupin," said Guerchard. "Where?" cried the astonished Duke. "He is," said Guerchard. "As one of your men?" said the Duke eagerly. "I don't think so," said Guerchard, watching him closely.
As soon as Guerchard recovers from the shock of learning that I spent a quiet night in my ducal bed as an honest duke should, he'll be getting to work with positively furious energy, confound him! I could do with a whole day's sleep twenty-four solid hours of it." "I'm sure you could, dearie," said Victoire sympathetically. "The girl I'm going to marry is Sonia Kritchnoff," he said. "Sonia?
If I've looked for a thing, I've looked for it. There's no need for me to look a second time. But, all the same, it's rather funny. Doesn't it strike you as being rather funny, your Grace?" said Guerchard, with a worried air. "It strikes me as being uncommonly funny," said the Duke, with an ambiguous smile. Guerchard looked at him with a sudden uneasiness; then he rang the bell.
At the tidings some of his weight of woe appeared to be lifted from the head of the millionaire. "Good!" he said, "good! Gentlemen, you will lunch with me, I hope." "Thank you," said M. Formery. "There is nothing else for us to do, at any rate at present, and in the house. I am not quite satisfied about Mademoiselle Kritchnoff at least Guerchard is not.
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