His face had suddenly grown haggard; this new fear had brought back all the exhaustion of the night; his eyes were panic-stricken.
"But what about you?" said Victoire, wringing her hands.
"What about her?" said Lupin; and his voice thrilled with anguished dread.
"But you'll gain nothing by destroying both of you—nothing at all."
"I prefer it," said Lupin slowly, with a suddenly stubborn air.
"But they're coming to take you," cried Victoire, gripping his arm.
"Take me?" cried Lupin, freeing himself quietly from her grip. And he stood frowning, plunged in deep thought, weighing the chances, the risks, seeking a plan, saving devices.
He crossed the room to the writing-table, opened a drawer, and took out a cardboard box about eight inches square and set it on the table.
"They shall never take me alive," he said gloomily.
"Oh, hush, hush!" said Victoire. "I know very well that you're capable of anything … and they too—they'll destroy you. No, look you, you must go. They won't do anything to her—a child like that—so frail. She'll get off quite easily. You're coming, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not," said Lupin stubbornly.
"Oh, well, if you won't," said Victoire; and with an air of resolution she went to the side of the lift-well, and pressed the buttons. The doors closed; the book-case slid across. She sat down and folded her arms.
"What, you're not going to stop here?" cried Lupin.
"Make me stir if you can. I'm as fond of you as she is—you know I am," said Victoire, and her face set stonily obstinate.
Lupin begged her to go; ordered her to go; he seized her by the shoulder, shook her, and abused her like a pickpocket. She would not stir. He abandoned the effort, sat down, and knitted his brow again in profound and painful thought, working out his plan. Now and again his eyes flashed, once or twice they twinkled. Victoire watched his face with just the faintest hope on her own.
It was past five-and-twenty minutes to nine when the front-door bell rang. They gazed at one another with an unspoken question on their lips. The eyes of Victoire were scared, but in the eyes of Lupin the light of battle was gathering.
"It's her," said Victoire under her breath.
"No," said Lupin. "It's Guerchard."
He sprang to his feet with shining eyes. His lips were curved in a fighting smile. "The game isn't lost yet," he said in a tense, quiet voice. "I'm going to play it to the end. I've a card or two left still—good cards. I'm still the Duke of Charmerace." He turned to her.
"Now listen to me," he said. "Go down and open the door for him."
"What, you want me to?" said Victoire, in a shaky voice.
"Yes, I do. Listen to me carefully. When you have opened the door, slip out of it and watch the house. Don't go too far from it. Look out for Sonia. You'll see her coining. Stop her from entering, Victoire—stop her from entering." He spoke coolly, but his voice shook on the last words.
"But if Guerchard arrests me?" said Victoire.
"He won't. When he comes in, stand behind the door. He will be too eager to get to me to stop for you. Besides, for him you don't count in the game. Once you're out of the house, I'll hold him here for— for half an hour. That will leave a margin. Sonia will hurry here. She should be here in twelve minutes. Get her away to the house at Passy. If I don't come keep her there; she's to live with you. But I shall come."
As he spoke he was pushing her towards the door.
The bell rang again. They were at the top of the stairs.
"And suppose he does arrest me?" said Victoire breathlessly.
"Never mind, you must go all the same," said Lupin. "Don't give up hope—trust to me. Go—go—for my sake."
"I'm going, dearie," said Victoire; and she went down the stairs steadily, with a brave air.
He watched her half-way down the flight; then he muttered:
"If only she gets to Sonia in time."
He turned, went into the smoking-room, and shut the door. He sat quietly down in an easy chair, lighted a cigarette, and took up a paper. He heard the noise of the traffic in the street grow louder as the front door was opened. There was a pause; then he heard the door bang. There was the sound of a hasty footstep on the stairs; the door flew open, and Guerchard bounced into the room.
He stopped short in front of the door at the sight of Lupin, quietly reading, smoking at his ease. He had expected to find the bird flown. He stood still, hesitating, shuffling his feet—all his doubts had returned; and Lupin smiled at him over the lowered paper.
Guerchard pulled himself together by a violent effort, and said jerkily, "Good-morning, Lupin."
"Good-morning, M. Guerchard," said Lupin, with an ambiguous smile and all the air of the Duke of Charmerace.
"You were expecting me? … I hope I haven't kept you waiting," said Guerchard, with an air of bravado.
"No, thank you: the time has passed quite quickly. I have so much to do in the morning always," said Lupin. "I hope you had a good night after that unfortunate business of the coronet. That was a disaster; and so unexpected too."
Guerchard came a few steps into the room, still hesitating:
"You've a very charming house here," he said, with a sneer.
"It's central," said Lupin carelessly. "You must please excuse me, if I cannot receive you as I should like; but all my servants have bolted. Those confounded detectives of yours have frightened them away."
"You needn't bother about that. I shall catch them," said Guerchard.
"If you do, I'm sure I wish you joy of them. Do, please, keep your hat on," said Lupin with ironic politeness.
Guerchard came slowly to the middle of the room, raising his hand to his hat, letting it fall again without taking it off. He sat down slowly facing him, and they gazed at one another with the wary eyes of duellists crossing swords at the beginning of a duel.
"Did you get M. Formery to sign a little warrant?" said Lupin, in a caressing tone full of quiet mockery.
"I did," said Guerchard through his teeth.
"And have you got it on you?" said Lupin.
"I have," said Guerchard.
"Against Lupin, or against the Duke of Charmerace?" said Lupin.
"Against Lupin, called Charmerace," said Guerchard.
"Well, that ought to cover me pretty well. Why don't you arrest me? What are you waiting for?" said Lupin. His face was entirely serene, his eyes were careless, his tone indifferent.
"I'm not waiting for
