A dim light shone from the open door of the motor-house.

The Duke went into it first, and stopped short.
"Well, I'll be hanged!" he cried, Instead of three cars the motor-house held but one--the hundred horse-power Mercrac.

It was a racing car, with only two seats.

On them sat two figures, Jean and Firmin.
"What are you sitting there for?
You idle dogs!" bellowed the millionaire.
Neither of the men answered, nor did they stir.

The light from the lamp gleamed on their fixed eyes, which stared at their infuriated master.
"What on earth is this ?" said the Duke; and seizing the lamp which stood beside the car, he raised it so that its light fell on the two figures.