"What kind of a motor-car?" said Guerchard.
"A big car, and dark red in colour," said Dieusy.
"The Limousine!" cried the Duke.
"That's all I've got so far, sir," said Dieusy.
"Well, off you go," said Guerchard. "Now that you've got started, you'll probably get something else before very long."
Dieusy saluted and went.
"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:
