a housekeeper, too—a woman named Victoire," he said. "Let's hope we don't find them with their throats cut."
"That isn't Lupin's way," said the inspector. "They won't have come to much harm."
"It's not very likely that they'll be in a position to open doors," said the Duke drily.
"Hadn't we better have it broken open and be done with it?"
The inspector hesitated.
"People don't like their doors broken open," he said. "And M. Gournay-Martin——"
"Oh, I'll take the responsibility of that," said the Duke.
"Oh, if you say so, your Grace," said the inspector, with a brisk relief. "Henri, go to Ragoneau, the locksmith in the Rue Theobald. Bring him here as quickly as ever you can get him."
"Tell him it's a couple of louis if he's here inside of ten minutes," said the Duke.
The policeman hurried off. The inspector bent down and searched the steps carefully. He searched the roadway. The Duke lighted a cigarette and watched him. The house of the millionaire stood next but one to the corner of a street which ran at right angles to the one in which it stood, and the corner house was empty.
