mount the steps of the Madeleine with all pomp and to fall down the father-in-law's staircase this evening—this very evening"—his voice rose suddenly on a note of savage triumph—"with the handcuffs on! What? Is that a good enough revenge for Guerchard—for that poor old idiot, Guerchard? The rogues' Brummel in a convict's cap! The gentleman-burglar in a gaol! For Lupin it's only a trifling annoyance, but for a duke it's a disaster! Come, in your turn, be frank: don't you find that amusing?"
The Duke rose quietly, and said coldly, "Have you finished?"
"Do you?" cried Guerchard; and he rose and faced him.
"Oh, yes; I find it quite amusing," said the Duke lightly.
"And so do I," cried Guerchard.
"No; you're frightened," said the Duke calmly.
"Frightened!" cried Guerchard, with a savage laugh.
"Yes, you're frightened," said the Duke. "And don't think, policeman, that because I'm familiar with you, I throw off a mask. I don't wear one. I've none to throw off. I am the Duke of Charmerace."
"You lie! You escaped from the Santé four
