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Lucille had indeed all the appearance of a woman thoroughly at peace with the world and herself. Brott was talking to her in smothered and eager undertones. The Prince was waiting for an opportunity to intervene. Mr. Sabin looked into Brott's white strong face, and was thoughtful. "It is a great power the power of my sex," Lady Carey continued, with a faint, subtle smile.
"Assuredly!" the Prince answered, flicking the end off his cigar. "It will be a pleasure." They walked on towards their destination in silence. Brott's secretary was in the library with a huge pile of letters and telegrams before him. He welcomed Brott with relief. "We have been sending all over London for you, sir," he said. Brott nodded.
Lucille is in terrible danger. I am not sure that there is anybody who can effectually help her but you. Are you prepared to make a great sacrifice for her sake to leave England at once, to take her to the uttermost part of the world?" Brott's eyes were suddenly bright. The Prince quailed before the fierceness of his gaze. "She would not go!" he exclaimed sharply. "She will," the Prince answered.
The King will never send for me unless he is compelled." His visitor, an ex-Cabinet Minister, a pronounced Radical and a lifelong friend of Brott's, shrugged his shoulders. "That time," he said, "is very close at hand. He will send for Letheringham first, of course, and great pressure will be brought to bear upon him to form a ministry. But without you he will be helpless.
Brott's health for the next few months is a matter for grave uncertainty. It is a pity for his sake that you failed." She bit her lip. "Do you know if he is still in London?" she asked. "He must be on the point of leaving for Scotland," the Duke answered. "If he once mounts the platform at Glasgow there will be no further chance of any compromise.
The police are even now searching for her. Escape is her only chance." "Dear me," Mr. Sabin said. "Then it is not only for Brott's sake that she is running away." "What does that matter? She is going, and she is going with him." "And why," he asked, "do you come to give me warning? I have plenty of time to interpose." "You can try if you will. Lucille is in hiding.
She has gone to Reginald's Brott's rooms." Mr. Sabin smiled. "Indeed. I have just come from Dorset House myself. The Duke has supplied me with a highly entertaining account of his sudden awakening. The situation must have been humorous." Her eyes twinkled. "It was really screamingly funny. The Duke had on his house of Lords manner, and we all sat round like a lot of naughty children.
"Is he hurt?" Lucille asked. "He is dead!" They read the brief announcement together. The deed had been committed by a man whose reputation for sanity had long been questioned, one of Brott's own constituents. He was in custody, and freely admitted his guilt. The two women looked at one another in horror. Even Lady Carey was affected. "What a hateful thing," she said.
"What have I failed to do? Why do you look as though I had forced myself upon you? Haven't I the right? Don't you wish to see me?" In Brott's face and tone was all the passionate strenuousness of a great crisis. Lucille felt suddenly helpless before the directness of his gaze, his storm of questions.
"Help us to escape," she said quickly. "I am weary of my task. Can we get away without their seeing us?" Mr. Sabin offered his arm. They passed along the broad way, and as they were almost the last to leave the place, their carriage was easily found. The Prince and Mr. Brott appeared only in time to see Mr. Sabin turning away, hat in hand, from the curb-stone. Brott's face darkened.
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