GUERCHARD PICKS UP THE TRUE SCENT
The millionaire gazed at the card with stupefied eyes, the inspector gazed at it with extreme intelligence, the Duke gazed at it with interest, and M. Formery gazed at it with extreme disgust.
"It's part of the same ruse—it was put there to throw us off the scent. It proves nothing—absolutely nothing," he said scornfully.
"No; it proves nothing at all," said Guerchard quietly.
"The telegram is the important thing—this telegram," said M. Gournay-Martin feverishly. "It concerns the coronet. Is it going to be disregarded?"
"Oh, no, no," said M. Formery in a soothing tone. "It will be taken into account. It will certainly be taken into account."
M. Gournay-Martin's butler appeared in the doorway of the drawing-room: "If you please, sir, lunch is served,"
