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But David took him by the shoulders and set him down, and laughed gently in his face, and at last Soolsby got voice and said: "Egyptian! O Egyptian!" Then his tongue was loosened and his eye glistened, and he poured out question after question, many pertinent, some whimsical, all frankly answered by David.
That night Soolsby tapped at the door of the lighted laboratory of the Cloistered House where Lord Eglington was at work; opened it, peered in, and stepped inside. With a glass retort in his hand Eglington faced him. "What's this what do you want?" he demanded. "I want to try an experiment," answered Soolsby grimly.
But David took him by the shoulders and set him down, and laughed gently in his face, and at last Soolsby got voice and said: "Egyptian! O Egyptian!" Then his tongue was loosened and his eye glistened, and he poured out question after question, many pertinent, some whimsical, all frankly answered by David.
He had not asked the question with any idea of finding gaps in the evidence, but rather to find if there were a chance for resistance, of escape, anywhere. The marriage certificate existed; identification of James Fetherdon with his father could be established by Soolsby and Luke Claridge. Soolsby and Luke Claridge!
His forehead frowning, but his eyes full of friendliness, Soolsby watched Faith go down the hillside and until she reached the main road. Here, instead of going to the Red Mansion, she hesitated a moment, and then passed along a wooded path leading to the Meetinghouse, and the graveyard.
"Call me 'my lord' no more.... But I will go back to England to her that's waiting at the Red Mansion, and you will remember, Soolsby " Slowly the great flotilla of dahabiehs floated with the strong current down towards Cairo, the great sails swelling to the breeze that blew from the Libyan Hills.
She bent forward till she saw one figure get down and, waving a hand to the party on the coach as it moved on, disappear into the gateway of the Cloistered House. "What is the office they have given him?" asked Soolsby, disapproval in his tone, his eyes fixed on the disappearing figure. "They have made Lord Eglington Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs," she answered.
"You do not intend to tell him perhaps Soolsby has done so," she said keenly, and moved on to the staircase. He was thunderstruck at her intuition. "Why do you want to rob yourself?" he asked after her vaguely. She turned back. "Think of your mother's letter that you destroyed," she rejoined solemnly and quietly. "Was it right?" He shut the door, and threw himself into a chair.
Suppose he says no, and " "Right's right. Give him the chance, my lord. How can you know, unless you tell him the truth?" "Do you like living, Soolsby?" "Do you want to kill me, my lord?" There was a dark look in Eglington's face. "But answer me, do you want to live?" "I want to live long enough to see the Earl of Eglington in his own house." "Well, I've made that possible.
Eglington himself was haunted by a spectre which touched his elbow by day, and said: "You are not the Earl of Eglington," and at night laid a clammy finger on his forehead, waking him, and whispering in his ear: "If Soolsby had touched the wire, all would now be well!" And as deep as thought and feeling in him lay, he felt that Fate had tricked him Fate and Hylda.
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