"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."
"She was going out?" said M. Formery. "You don't mean to say you're letting members of the household go out?"
"No, sir," said the inspector. "I mean that she was just asking if she might go out."
M. Formery beckoned the inspector to him, and said to him in a voice too low for the others to hear:
