and beauty of the face itself, is not worth much."
"If you think he was satisfied with your portrait, you're very much mistaken. All my father's collections were robbed," said Germaine.
"Your father's collections?" said the Duke. "But they're better guarded than the Bank of France. Your father is as careful of them as the apple of his eye."
"That's exactly it—he was too careful of them. That's why Lupin succeeded."
"This is very interesting," said the Duke; and he sat down on a couch before the gap in the pictures, to go into the matter more at his ease. "I suppose he had accomplices in the house itself?"
"Yes, one accomplice," said Germaine.
"Who was that?" asked the Duke.
"Papa!" said Germaine.
"Oh, come! what on earth do you mean?" said the Duke. "You're getting quite incomprehensible, my dear girl."
"Well, I'll make it clear to you. One morning papa received a letter—but wait. Sonia, get me the Lupin papers out of the bureau."
Sonia rose from the writing-table, and went to a bureau, an admirable example of the work of the great English maker, Chippendale. It stood
