Here's the warrant! ...

collar her!" shouted Guerchard, with savage, triumphant joy.
"Never! You shan't touch her! By Heaven, you shan't touch her!" cried Lupin frantically; and he sprang like a tiger at Guerchard.
Guerchard jumped to the other side of the table.

"Will you accept, then ?" he cried.
Lupin gripped the edge of the table with both hands, and stood panting, grinding his teeth, pale with fury.

He stood silent and motionless for perhaps half a minute, gazing at Guerchard with burning, murderous eyes.

Then he nodded his head.
"Let Mademoiselle Kritchnoff wait," said Guerchard, with a sigh of deep relief.