"About Guerchard?" said the Duke. "What do you mean?"
"Do you think I can put full confidence in Guerchard?" said M. Gournay-Martin.
"Oh, I think so," said the Duke. "Besides, I shall be here to look after Guerchard. And, though I wouldn't undertake to answer for Lupin, I think I can answer for Guerchard. If he tries to escape with the coronet, I will wring his neck for you with pleasure. It would do me good. And it would do Guerchard good, too."
The millionaire stood reflecting for a minute or two. Then he said, "Very good; I'll trust him."
hardly had the door closed behind the millionaire and the Duke, when Guerchard crossed the room quickly to Germaine and drew from his pocket the photograph of Victoire and the young man.
"Do you know this photograph of his Grace, mademoiselle?" he said quickly.
Germaine took the photograph and looked at it.
"It's rather faded," she said.
"Yes; it's about ten years old," said Guerchard.
"I seem to know the face of the woman," said Germaine. "But if it's ten years old it certainly isn't the photograph of the Duke."
