"True," said the duke; and his eyes met mine, and we both smiled. A few minutes ago it had not seemed likely that I should share a joke—even a rather grim joke—with him.
"Mr. Aycon," said he, "are you inclined to help me to look into this matter? It may be only the girl's fancy"
"No, no; I heard plainly," Suzanne protested eagerly.
"But one can never trust these rascally men-servants."
"I am quite ready," said I.
"Our business," said he, "will wait."
"It will be the better for waiting."
He hesitated a moment; then he assented gravely:
"You're right—much better."
He took a pistol out of the drawer, and shut and locked the drawer. Then he turned to Suzanne and said:
"You had better go back to bed."
"I daren't, I daren't!"
"Then stay here and keep quiet. Mind, not a sound!"
"Give me a pistol."
He unlocked the drawer again, and gave her what she asked. Then signing to me to follow him, he opened the door, and we stepped together into the dark hall, the duke laying his hand on my arm and whispering:
"They're after the necklace."
We groped slowly, with careful noiselessness, across the hall to the foot of the great staircase.
