"Well, this means a change in our plans," he said. "I must get to
Paris in this car here."

"It's such a rotten old thing," said the millionaire. "You'll never
do it."

"Never mind," said the Duke. "I've got to do it somehow. I daresay
it's better than you think. And after all, it's only a matter of two
hundred miles." He paused, and then said in an anxious tone: "All
the same I don't like leaving you and Germaine in the chateau.--
these rogues have probably only taken the cars out of reach just to
prevent your getting to Paris. They'll leave them in some field and
come back."

"You're not going to leave us behind. I wouldn't spend the night in
the chateau for a million francs. There's always the train," said
the millionaire.

"The train! Twelve hours in the train--with all those changes! You
don't mean that you will actually go to Paris by train?" said the
Duke.

"I do," said the millionaire. "Come along--I must go and tell
Germaine; there's no time to waste," and he hurried off to the
chateau.

"Get the lamps lighted, Jean, and make sure that the tank's full. As
for the engine, I must humour it and trust to luck. I'll get her to
Paris somehow," said the Duke.