My wife found it there," said Firmin, and he twisted out of the millionaire's grasp.
"Just as it was three years ago," roared the millionaire, with an air of desperation.

"It's exactly the same coup.

Oh, what a catastrophe! What a catastrophe!" He made as if to tear out his hair; then, remembering its scantiness, refrained.
"Now, come, it's no use losing your head," said the Duke, with quiet firmness.

"If this letter isn't a hoax--" "Hoax ?" bellowed the millionaire.

"Was it a hoax three years ago ?" "Very good," said the Duke.