"Quick! Your smelling-salts!" said the Duke.
Sonia ran across the hall, opened one of the drawers in the Oriental cabinet, and ran to the millionaire with a large bottle of smelling- salts in her hand. The Duke took it from her, and applied it to the millionaire's nose. The millionaire sneezed thrice with terrific violence. The Duke snatched the glass from Firmin and dashed the water into his host's purple face. The millionaire gasped and spluttered.
Germaine stood staring helplessly at her gasping sire.
"Whatever's the matter?" she said.
"It's this letter," said the Duke. "A letter from Lupin."
"I told you so—I said that Lupin was in the neighbourhood," cried Germaine triumphantly.
"Firmin—where's Firmin?" said the millionaire, dragging himself upright. He seemed to have recovered a great deal of his voice. "Oh, there you are!"
He jumped up, caught the gamekeeper by the shoulder, and shook him furiously.
"This letter. Where did it come from? Who brought it?" he roared.
"It was in the letter-box—the letter-box of the lodge at the bottom of the park. My wife
