"Nonsense!" said the millionaire. "Hurry off and get ready. Your bag
ought to be packed. Where are my keys? Sonia, where are my keys--the
keys of the Paris house?"

"They're in the bureau," said Sonia.

"Well, see that I don't go without them. Now hurry up. Firmin, go
and tell Jean that we shall want both cars. I will drive one, the
Duke the other. Jean must stay with you and help guard the chateau."

So saying he bustled out of the hall, driving the two girls before
him.




CHAPTER VI

AGAIN THE CHAROLAIS


Hardly had the door closed behind the millionaire when the head of
M. Charolais appeared at one of the windows opening on to the
terrace. He looked round the empty hall, whistled softly, and
stepped inside. Inside of ten seconds his three sons came in through
the windows, and with them came Jean, the millionaire's chauffeur.

"Take the door into the outer hall, Jean," said M. Charolais, in a
low voice. "Bernard, take that door into the drawing-room. Pierre
and Louis, help me go through the drawers. The whole family is going