“I’ve certainly good broad shoulders,” said Lupin, with a bitter smile. He walked slowly up and down with an air that grew more and more depressed: it was almost the air of a beaten man. Then he stopped and faced Guerchard, and said: “And what is it you want in exchange?” “Everything,” said Guerchard, with the air of a man who is winning. “You must give me back the pictures, tapestry, Renaissance cabinets, the coronet, and all the information about the death of the Duke of Charmerace. Did you kill him?” “If ever I commit suicide, you’ll know all about it, my good Guerchard. You’ll be there. You may even join me,” said Lupin grimly; he resumed his pacing up and down the room. “Done for, yes; I shall be done for,” he said presently. “The fact is, you want my skin.” “Yes, I want your skin,” said Guerchard, in a low, savage, vindictive tone. “My skin,” said Lupin thoughtfully. “Are you going to do it? Think of that girl,” said Guerchard, in a fresh access of uneasy anxiety. Lupin laughed: “I can give you a glass of port,” he said, “but I’m afraid that’s all I can do for you.” “I’ll throw Victoire in,” said Guerchard. “What?” cried Lupin. “You’ve arrested Victoire?” There was a ring of utter dismay, almost despair, in his tone. “Yes; and I’ll throw her in. She shall go scot-free. I won’t bother with her,” said Guerchard eagerly. The front-door bell rang. “Wait, wait. Let me think,” said Lupin hoarsely; and he strove to adjust his jostling ideas, to meet with a fresh plan this fresh disaster. He stood listening with all his ears. There were footsteps on the stairs, and the door opened. Dieusy stood on the threshold. “Who is it?” said Guerchard. “I accept—I accept everything,” cried Lupin in a frantic tone. “It’s a tradesman; am I to detain him?” said Dieusy. “You told me to let you know who came and take instructions.” “A tradesman? Then I refuse!” cried Lupin, in an ecstasy of relief. “No, you needn’t keep him,” said Guerchard, to Dieusy. Dieusy went out and shut the door. “You refuse?” said Guerchard. “I refuse,” said Lupin. “I’m going to gaol that girl,” said Guerchard savagely; and he took a step towards the door. “Not for long,” said Lupin quietly. “You have no proof.” “She’ll furnish the proof all right herself—plenty of proofs,” said Guerchard brutally. “What chance has a silly child like that got, when we really start questioning her? A delicate creature like that will crumple up before the end of the third day’s cross-examination.” “You swine!” said Lupin. “You know well enough that I can do it—on my head—with a feeble child like that; and you know your Code; five years is the minimum,” said Guerchard, in a tone of relentless brutality, watching him carefully, sticking to his hope. “By Jove, I could wring your neck!” said Lupin, trembling with fury. By a violent effort he controlled himself, and said thoughtfully, “After all, if I give up everything to you, I shall be free to take it back one of these days.”