"He didn't leave word for you?" said the Duke, in a tone of greater surprise. "Oh, well, I dare say that he thought to-morrow would do. Of course you were out of the house when he found it. She must have slipped out of her room soon after you went."
"He found a handkerchief belonging to Mademoiselle Kritchnoff. Where is it?" cried Guerchard.
"M. Formery took the pearls, but he left the handkerchief. I suppose it's in the corner where he found it," said the Duke.
"He left the handkerchief?" cried Guerchard. "If that isn't just like the fool! He ought to keep hens; it's all he's fit for!"
He ran to the fireplace, seized the lantern, and began lighting it: "Where is the handkerchief?" he cried.
"In the left-hand corner of the little room on the right on the second floor. But if you're going to arrest Mademoiselle Kritchnoff, why are you bothering about the handkerchief? It can't be of any importance," said the Duke.
"I beg your pardon," said Guerchard. "But it is."
"But why?" said the Duke.
"I was arresting Mademoiselle Kritchnoff all right because I had a very strong presumption
