a reflection on your powers of protecting them, isn't it?" said the Duke.
"Oh, well, I expect they'd be happier out of the house," said Guerchard. He looked at the Duke again with inquiring, searching eyes.
"What's the matter?" said the Duke. "Is my tie crooked?"
"Oh, no, no; it's quite straight, your Grace," said Guerchard, but he did not take his eyes from the Duke's face.
The door opened, and in came M. Gournay-Martin, holding a bag in his hand. "It seems to be settled that I'm never to sleep in my own house again," he said in a grumbling tone.
"There's no reason to go," said the Duke. "Why are you going?"
"Danger," said M. Gournay-Martin. "You read Lupin's telegram: 'I shall come to-night between a quarter to twelve and midnight to take the coronet.' He knows that it was in my bedroom. Do you think I'm going to sleep in that room with the chance of that scoundrel turning up and cutting my throat?"
"Oh. you can have a dozen policemen in the room if you like," said the Duke. "Can't he, M. Guerchard?"
"Certainly," said Guerchard. "I can answer
