"What do you want?" he said sharply; and his keen eyes scanned the porter with a disquieting penetration.
"I've brought a letter to the Duke of Charmerace, to be given into his own hands," said Bonavent, in a disguised voice.
"Give it to me," said Lupin, holding out his hand.
"But the Duke?" said Bonavent, hesitating.
"I am the Duke," said Lupin.
Bonavent gave him the letter, and turned to go.
"Don't go," said Lupin quietly. "Wait, there may be an answer."
There was a faint glitter in his eyes; but Bonavent missed it.
Charolais came into the room, and said, in a grumbling tone, "A run-away knock. I wish I could catch the brats; I'd warm them. They wouldn't go fetching me away from my work again, in a hurry, I can tell you."
Lupin opened the letter, and read it. As he read it, at first he frowned; then he smiled; and then he laughed joyously. It ran:
- "M. Guerchard has told me everything. With regard to Sonia I have judged you: a man who loves a thief can be nothing but a
