“Things are beginning to move,” said Guerchard cheerfully. “First Victoire, and now this motor-van.”
“They are indeed,” said the Duke.
“After all, it ought not to be very difficult to trace that motor-van,” said Guerchard, in a musing tone. “At any rate, its movements ought to be easy enough to follow up till about six. Then, of course, there would be a good many others about, delivering goods.”
“You seem to have all the possible information you can want at your finger-ends,” said the Duke, in an admiring tone.
“I suppose I know the life of Paris as well as anybody,” said Guerchard.
They were silent for a while. Then Germaine’s maid, Irma, came into the room and said:
“If you please, your Grace, Mademoiselle Kritchnoff would like to speak to you for a moment.”
“Oh? Where is she?” said the Duke.
“She’s in her room, your Grace.”
“Oh, very well, I’ll go up to her,” said the Duke. “I can speak to her in the library.”