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"What about these?" he asked, with biting scorn. "Tell the Duke and Lord Cheisford where I found them! Let us hear your glib young tongue telling the truth for once, sir." Both the Duke and Lord Chelsford were obviously startled. Ray had always been my friend and upholder. He spoke now with very apparent enmity. "Perhaps you would prefer to tell the story yourself," I answered.
"When did you say that the Ajax sailed?" "To-morrow," Lord Cheisford answered. "I propose to take Mr. Ducaine to my house to-night, and to hand him over to the charge of a person on whom I can thoroughly rely." The Duke looked at me curiously. "Mr. Ducaine consents to go?" he asked.
Lady Chelsford entered, gorgeous in white satin and a flaming tiara. She looked at me, I thought, a little gravely. "Morton," she said, "I want you to spare me a minute. Mr. Ducaine will excuse you, I am sure." Lord Cheisford and she left the room together. I, feeling the heat of the apartment, walked to the window, and raising the sash looked out into the cool dark evening.
I do not wish to impugn the good faith of this young man, but the Prince of Malors was my guest, and the accusation against him is one which I cannot believe." "The story, as I have told it, sir, is absolutely true," I said to Lord Cheisford. "There was no room for any mistake or misapprehension on my part. I am afraid that I haven't been a great success as your secretary.
"I am very glad, however, that it is known. Perhaps Lord Cheisford may not consider my resignation necessary?" "The circumstances being ?" "I have seen and spoken with my father in London," I answered. The Duke was silent. "I presume," he said, after a short pause, "that you must yourself realize the indiscretion of this." "I went at once to Colonel Ray and offered my resignation," I answered.
Then he turned to the door. "Take care of Angela, Ducaine," he exclaimed, and hurried out. But Lady Angela had taken alarm. She hastened after him, dragging me with her. Lord Cheisford was past middle age, but he was running along the cliff path like a boy. We followed. Lady Angela would have passed him, but I held her back. She did not speak a word.
Lord Chelsford never removed his eyes from my face, the Duke had still the appearance of a tolerant but slightly bored listener. "Who?" Lord Chelsford asked. "The Prince of Malors," I answered. There was a moment's silence. Lord Cheisford turned again to his notes. Then he looked up at me. "Your reasons?" he asked. I told them the story carefully and circumstantially.
"We are, unfortunately," Lord Cheisford remarked, "not in a position to adopt such extreme measures. It would not even be wise for us to attempt to formulate a legal charge against him. The position is somewhat embarrassing. What do you suggest, Duke?" I glanced towards the Duke, and I was surprised to see that his hands were shaking.
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