“Absolutely pitiable,” said the Duke, with a cold, disquieting
certainty. “As the hand of that clock moves nearer and nearer midnight, you will grow more and more terrified.” He paused, and then shouted violently, “Attention!”
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“My men are outside … I’m armed,” stammered Guerchard.
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“Confess, then, that you are Lupin,” muttered Guerchard.
“I thought you were sure of it,” said the Duke in a jeering tone.
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The Duke drew himself up, and said haughtily, “That’s enough.”
“What?” cried Guerchard.
“I say that that’s enough,” said the Duke sternly. “It’s all very well for me to play at being familiar with you, but don’t you call me ‘my boy.'”
“Oh, you won’t impose on me much longer,” muttered Guerchard; and his bloodshot, haggard eyes scanned the Duke’s face in an agony, an anguish of doubting impotence.
“If I’m Lupin, arrest me,” said the Duke.