Sonia ran across the hall, opened one of the drawers in the Oriental
cabinet, and ran to the millionaire with a large bottle of smelling-
salts in her hand. The Duke took it from her, and applied it to the
millionaire's nose. The millionaire sneezed thrice with terrific
violence. The Duke snatched the glass from Firmin and dashed the
water into his host's purple face. The millionaire gasped and
spluttered.

Germaine stood staring helplessly at her gasping sire.

"Whatever's the matter?" she said.

"It's this letter," said the Duke. "A letter from Lupin."

"I told you so--I said that Lupin was in the neighbourhood," cried
Germaine triumphantly.

"Firmin--where's Firmin?" said the millionaire, dragging himself
upright. He seemed to have recovered a great deal of his voice. "Oh,
there you are!"

He jumped up, caught the gamekeeper by the shoulder, and shook him
furiously.

"This letter. Where did it come from? Who brought it?" he roared.

"It was in the letter-box--the letter-box of the lodge at the bottom
of the park. My wife found it there," said Firmin, and he twisted
out of the millionaire's grasp.