"That safe is empty."

"Empty . . . but your coronet?" cried the Duke.

"Good heavens! Then they HAVE stolen it," cried the millionaire
hoarsely, in a panic-stricken voice.

"But they can't have--this safe hasn't been touched," said the Duke.

"But the coronet never was in that safe. It was--have they entered
my bedroom?" said the millionaire.

"No," said M. Formery.

"They don't seem to have gone through any of the rooms except these
two," said the Duke.

"Ah, then my mind is at rest about that. The safe in my bedroom has
only two keys. Here is one." He took a key from his waistcoat pocket
and held it out to them. "And the other is in this safe."

The face of M. Formery was lighted up with a splendid satisfaction.
He might have rescued the coronet with his own hands. He cried
triumphantly, "There, you see!"

"See? See?" cried the millionaire in a sudden bellow. "I see that
they have robbed me--plundered me. Oh, my pictures! My wonderful
pictures! Such investments!"