He looked at Selina with his bold eyes as he spoke.
She gave a little murmur of fright and she put out her hands to hold on to the Duke’s arm.
“We go together!” he said sharply.
“Who says so?” the dark man enquired.
“If you want money,” the Duke answered, “this should be enough for you.”
As he spoke, he drew his wallet from the inside of his coat and threw it down on the packing case.
“There must be nearly five hundred francs there,” he said. “And I imagine I have some loose change in my pockets.”
He threw half a dozen coins down on top of the wallet. Two of them bounced off onto the floor to be quickly pounced on by two of the other bandits.
“A gallant gesture!” the dark man said sneeringly. “What about your jewellery, monsieur?”
“Of course!” the Duke answered. “It’s yours.”
He
