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She led the way into the drawing-room, and carefully closed the door after us. "Mr. Ducaine," she said, "I mean it, really. There is some one in the village making inquiries about the man who was found dead." "Well," I said, "that is not very surprising, is it? His friends were almost certain to turn up sooner or later." "His friends! But do you know who it is?" she asked.
"Sit down, Mr. Ducaine," he said. "I do not blame you for resenting what seems to be curiosity, but you must take my word for it that it is nothing of the sort. I can perhaps explain myself better by asking you still another sort of question. Are you in a position to accept a post of some importance?" I looked at him in surprise, as well I might. "Sit down, Mr. Ducaine," he repeated.
"Guy," she cried, "forgive me, but I could not help it. I have made a mummy of myself, and I have walked along those awful sands that I might not be seen; but there is a question " She saw Ray. The words died from her lips. She stood and shivered like a trapped bird. He removed his pipe from his teeth. "Go on," he said mildly. "Don't mind me. Perhaps I can help Mr. Ducaine to answer it."
Ducaine?" "No!" "There were no letters or papers found upon him?" "None." The Prince looked at me sharply. "That," he said softly, "was strange. Does it not suggest to you that he may have been robbed?" "I had not thought of it," I answered. "The verdict, I believe, was simply Found drowned." "Found drowned," the Prince repeated. "Ah! Found drowned.
The sunshine, breaking through the thin-topped pine trees, lay everywhere about us; a little brown feathered bird, scarcely a dozen yards away, sang to us so lustily that the soft feathers around his throat stood out like a ruff. Down below the sea came rushing on to the shingles. "Mr. Ducaine," she said at last, "did my father make you any offer of employment this afternoon?"
Ducaine, with regard to the execution of your work. It is carried out altogether, I believe, at the 'Brand'?" "Entirely, sir." "Your only servant is the man Grooton, for whom the Duke and I myself are prepared to vouch. You are also watched by detectives residing in the village, as I dare say you know. I also understand that you have no private correspondence, and receive practically no visitors.
"Good-afternoon." "Good-afternoon, Mr. Ducaine." I closed the door. Lady Angela was lounging in my easy chair with a slight smile upon her lips. "Two lady callers in one afternoon, Mr. Ducaine," she remarked quietly. "You will lose your head, I am afraid." "I can assure you, Lady Angela," I answered, "that there is not the slightest fear of such a catastrophe."
"Her ladyship desired me to say that she was in the billiard-room, sir," he announced. "Will you tell Lady Angela " and then I stopped. The door of the billiard-room was open, and Lady Angela stood there, the outline of her figure sharply de fined against a flood of light. She had a cue in her hand, and she looked across at me. "You are a long time, Mr. Ducaine.
Ducaine," he said, "but he is also a man with a nice sense of justice. You and he regard two incidents from entirely different points of view, but he does not for a moment suggest that your account of them is not an honest one. He looks upon you as a little nervous and overstrung by your responsibilities and disposed to be imaginative. He will not hear anything against the Prince of Malors."
But she almost immediately called me back. "Mr. Ducaine!" "Lady Angela?" Her dark eyes were fixed curiously upon my face. She seemed to be weighing something in her mind. I had a fancy that when she spoke again it would be without that deliberation almost restraint which seemed to accord a little strangely with the girlishness of her appearance and actual years.
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