“Yes,” said Germaine, reluctantly.
“Ask Mademoiselle Kritchnoff to come here, inspector,” said M. Formery.
“Yes, sir,” said the inspector.
“I’ll go and fetch her—I know where to find her,” said the Duke quickly, moving toward the door.
“Please, please, your Grace,” protested Guerchard. “The inspector will fetch her.”
The Duke turned sharply and looked at him: “I beg your pardon, but do you—” he said.
“Please don’t be annoyed, your Grace,” Guerchard interrupted. “But M. Formery agrees with me—it would be quite irregular.”
“Yes, yes, your Grace,” said M. Formery. “We have our method of procedure. It is best to adhere to it—much the best. It is the result of years of experience of the best way of getting the truth.”
“Just as you please,” said the Duke, shrugging his shoulders.
The inspector came into the room: “Mademoiselle Kritchnoff will be here in a moment. She was just going out.”