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"Not I!" he answered. "I am going to send you to Braster." I dined alone with Lord and Lady Chelsford. From the moment of our arrival at Chelsford House my host had encouraged nothing but the most general conversation. It happened that they were alone, as a great dinner party had been postponed at the last moment owing to some Royal indisposition.
Lord Chelsford took leave of me briefly, and the Duke, after accompanying him outside, returned to his former seat. I ventured upon an incoherent attempt to express my gratitude, which he at once waved aside. He leaned over the table, and he fixed his eyes steadfastly upon me. "I am able now," he said, "to ask you a question postponed from the other day.
Lord Chelsford was a Cabinet Minister and a famous man. What could he have to do with any appointment which the Duke might offer me? I read the few words over and over again. The handwriting, the very faint perfume which seemed to steal out of the envelope, a moment's swift retrospective thought, and my fancy had conjured her into actual life.
This place is scarcely so much a nest of conspirators as faddists like Chelsford and Ray would have us believe." "I am glad to hear that you think so, sir," I answered. "Our precautions do seem a little elaborate, but it is quite certain that the Winchester papers were disturbed." "I do not choose to believe it, Ducaine," the Duke said irritably. "Kindly remember that!"
"I quite understand your Grace," I declared. "I think that you are treating me very fairly." The Duke leaned back in his chair. "Here they come!" he remarked. The door was thrown open. Lord Chelsford and Colonel Ray entered together.
"I believe that she is," I admitted. "Then I do not understand her desire to see you," Lord Chelsford said. "The Duke of Rowchester is my friend and relative, Ducaine, and I do not see how I can permit this interview." "And I," said a quiet thrilling voice behind his back, "do not know how you are going to prevent it." She closed the door behind her.
The Duke solemnly closed the door. "Ray," he said, "I am glad that you are here. Something serious has happened. Mr. Ducaine, Lord Chelsford and I desire to ask you a few questions." I bowed. What was coming I could not indeed imagine, unless Ray had already made the disclosure. "The word code for the safe to-day was Magenta, I believe?" the Duke asked. "That is correct, sir," I answered.
It means, I know, that for a time I promise you that it shall be only for a time you must lose your friends, but the cause is great enough, and it should be within our power to reward you later on." "Oh, I am willing enough," I answered. "But may I ask what you are going to do with me?" Lord Chelsford smoked in silence for several moments. "Mr.
Was he even now insisting upon an explanation with Lord Cheisford? The minutes passed, and I began to get restless and anxious. Then the door opened, and Lord Chelsford entered alone. He came over at once to my side. He was looking perplexed and a little annoyed. "Ducaine," he said, "Lady Angela Harberly is here." I started, and I suppose my face betrayed me. "Lady Angela here?"
"It is a voyage which I have long desired to take," I answered coolly, "though I never expected to enjoy it at my country's expense." The Duke rang the bell. "Will you have Mr. Ducaine's things packed and sent across did you say to your house, Lord Chelsford?" "To my house," Lord Chelsford assented. "To No. 19, Grosvenor Square," the Duke ordered. "Mr. Ducaine will not be returning."
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