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"Now I think of it, I heard something of a young English attache. But " He touched the bell. "Duson, a carriage!" At Camperdown House he learned that Helene was out shopping, the hall porter believed. Mr. Sabin drove slowly down Bond Street, and was rewarded by seeing her brougham outside a famous milliner's. He waited for her upon the pavement.
"I beg, sir," he exclaimed, "that you will not suggest for a moment my leaving your service on that account. I beg most humbly, sir, that you will not do me that injustice." Mr. Sabin paused. His eyes, like lightning, read the other's face. "It is settled then, Duson," he said. "Kindly pay this cabman, and follow me as quickly as possible." Mr.
"It was perhaps judicious," he remarked, "though I am afraid it proved of very little profit to you. And what about the present time?" "I see no harm in telling you, sir, that a general watch is kept upon your movements. Duson was useful to us... but now Duson is dead." "It is a fact," Mr. Sabin said impressively, "that Duson was a genius. My admiration for him continually increases."
Sabin wrote for several moments. Then he placed the forms in an envelope, sealed it, and handed it to Duson. "Duson," he said, "that fellow Horser is annoyed with me. If I should be arrested on any charge, or should fail to return to the hotel within reasonable time, break that seal and send off the telegrams." "Yes, sir." Mr. Sabin yawned. "I need sleep," he said.
"Our friends, then," he said softly, "do not care about pursuit and inquiries. It is ridiculous to suppose that their warning is given out of any consideration to me. Duson!" "Yes, sir!" "My bath. I shall rise now." Mr. Sabin made his toilet with something of the same deliberation which characterised all his movements.
"Of course!" "Then you must get Lucille out of that house. If she is left there she is absolutely lost to us. Apart from that, she is herself not safe. Our plan worked out too well. She is really in danger from this Duson affair." The laughter died away from Lady Carey's face. She hesitated with her foot upon the step of her carriage. "You can go back easily enough," the Prince said.
I breakfasted on Saturday morning at the Waldorf, and though a great dray was driven into my carriage on the way to the boat, I escaped, as I always do and here I am." "Unhurt!" Felix remarked with a smile, "as usual!" Mr. Sabin nodded. "The driver of my carriage was killed, and Duson had his arm broken," he said. "I stepped out of the debris without a scratch.
"If I should miss her on the way perhaps you will kindly redirect her to my rooms." He rang for the elevator, and was swiftly transported to his own floor. The door of his sitting-room was open. Duson was talking to a tall fair woman, who turned swiftly round at the sound of his approach. "Ah, they found you, then!" she exclaimed, coming towards him with outstretched hands.
At precisely ten o'clock on the following morning Duson brought chocolate, which he had prepared himself, and some dry toast to his master's bedside. Upon the tray was a single letter. Mr. Sabin sat up in bed and tore open the envelope. The following words were written upon a sheet of the Holland House notepaper in the same peculiar coloured crayon.
I shall join you on the boat." Duson was amazed. The man who was standing by laughed. "If you take my advice, sir," he remarked, "you'll order your clothes to be sent here. I've a kind of fancy the Campania will sail without you to-morrow." "You have my orders, Duson," Mr. Sabin said. "You can rely upon seeing me."
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