"But, tell me, monsieur, who are you?"
"What, monsieur le duc, don't you know my voice? The voice of your future son-in-law?"
"What!"
"Arsène Lupin."
The duke dropped into a chair. His face was livid.
"Arsène Lupin ... it's he ... Arsène Lupin...."
Angélique gave a smile:
"You see, father, it's only a joke, a hoax."
But the duke's rage broke out afresh and he began to walk up and down, moving his arms:
"I shall go to the police!... The fellow can't be allowed to make a fool of me in this way!... If there's any law left in the land, it must be stopped!"