Nature had given the world the toothbrush as a model of what a
moustache should be; and his own was clipped to that pattern.

"The Duke of Charmerace, M. Formery," said the inspector.

The little man bowed and said, "Charmed, charmed to make your
acquaintance, your Grace--though the occasion--the occasion is
somewhat painful. The treasures of M. Gournay-Martin are known to
all the world. France will deplore his losses." He paused, and added
hastily, "But we shall recover them--we shall recover them."

The Duke rose, bowed, and protested his pleasure at making the
acquaintance of M. Formery.

"Is this the scene of the robbery, inspector?" said M. Formery; and
he rubbed his hands together with a very cheerful air.

"Yes, sir," said the inspector. "These two rooms seem to be the only
ones touched, though of course we can't tell till M. Gournay-Martin
arrives. Jewels may have been stolen from the bedrooms."

"I fear that M. Gournay-Martin won't be of much help for some days,"
said the Duke. "When I left him he was nearly distracted; and he
won't be any better after a night journey to Paris from Charmerace.
But probably these are the only two rooms touched, for in them M.
Gournay-Martin had gathered together the gems of his collection.
Over the doors hung some pieces of Flemish tapestry--marvels--the
composition admirable--the colouring delightful."

"It is easy to see that your Grace was very fond of them," said M.