That will let her out all right," said Guerchard.
"I've certainly good broad shoulders," said Lupin, with a bitter smile.
He walked slowly up and down with an air that grew more and more depressed: it was almost the air of a beaten man.

Then he stopped and faced Guerchard, and said: "And what is it you want in exchange ?" "Everything," said Guerchard, with the air of a man who is winning.
"You must give me back the pictures, tapestry, Renaissance cabinets, the coronet, and all the information about the death of the Duke of Charmerace.

Did you kill him ?" "If ever I commit suicide, you'll know all about it, my good Guerchard.
You'll be there.

You may even join me," said Lupin grimly; he resumed his pacing up and down the room.
"Done for, yes; I shall be done for," he said presently.

"The fact is, you want my skin." "Yes, I want your skin," said Guerchard, in a low, savage, vindictive tone.
"My skin," said Lupin thoughtfully.
"Are you going to do it?
Think of that girl," said Guerchard, in a fresh access of uneasy anxiety.
Lupin laughed: "I can give you a glass of port," he said, "but I'm afraid that's all I can do for you." "I'll throw Victoire in," said Guerchard.
"What ?" cried Lupin.