Evidently Firmin was still giving his master's instructions about the cars to Jean.
"Well, we may as well shut the windows, anyhow," said the Duke, proceeding to do so.

"If you think Firmin would be any good, you might post him in this hall with a gun to-night.

There could be no harm in putting a charge of small shot into the legs of these ruffians.

He has only to get one of them, and the others will go for their lives.

Yet I don't like leaving you and Germaine in this big house with only Firmin to look after you." "I shouldn't like it myself, and I'm not going to chance it," growled the millionaire.