Guerchard lowered his voice and said with an air of the deepest secrecy: “He’s already here, your Grace.”
“Lupin? Here?” cried the Duke.
“Yes; Lupin,” said Guerchard.
“Where?” cried the astonished Duke.
“He is,” said Guerchard.
“As one of your men?” said the Duke eagerly.
“I don’t think so,” said Guerchard, watching him closely.
“Well, but, well, but—if he’s here we’ve got him.... He is going to turn up,” said the Duke triumphantly; and he set down his hat on the table beside the coronet.
“I hope so,” said Guerchard. “But will he dare to?”
“How do you mean?” said the Duke, with a puzzled air.