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She put a hand to the knob, turned it, and swung the door open all on impulse then faltered, transfixed by the tableau before the fireplace. The door was silent on its hinges, and Karslake's back was to her. Victor, on the other hand, facing both Karslake and the door, unquestionably saw Sofia, but pretended not to, and had his say out with Karslake in a manner bitterly cynical.
Karslake wrote it in 1888-89, and the controversy that arose about the incident of the third chapter is still sporadically and intermittently continued. The manuscript that follows now appears, of course, for the first time in print, and I acknowledge herewith my obligations to Karslake's father, Mr. Patterson Karslake, for permission to publish.
When the secretary had gone, Victor sat motionless, so still that his breathing scarcely stirred his body, with a face absolutely imperturbable, steadfastly gazing into that darkness which shrouded the workings of his mind. On the doorstep a shrill whistle sounded: Nogam calling Karslake's taxi.
She tried once to draw Karslake about this acquaintance of his, but Karslake's memory proved unusually sluggish. "No-o," he drawled after a tolerably long pause for thought "can't say I place the chap you mean, can't seem somehow to think back that far, you know. One meets such a lot of people, first and last, they talk such a lot of tosh "
What proof had she that he was her father? None but his word.... Well, and Karslake's.... None that would stand the test of skepticism, none that either sentiment or reason could offer and support. Certainly she resembled Prince Victor in no respect that she could think of, not in person, not in mould of character, not in ways of thought.
And yet ... I may have been a little premature, since I have already written accepting the invitation." He indicated an addressed envelope face up on the table. "But on second thoughts, it seemed perhaps wiser to consult you first." "But if it is your wish, I must go," Sofia replied, mindful of Karslake's injunction not to oppose Victor. "What have I to say ?"
"... sadly in error if you flatter yourself I pay you a wage to make love to Sofia behind my back." "Sorry, sir." Karslake's tone was level, respectful but firm. "Your instructions were, I believe, to win her confidence. Well I have always found love the one sure key to a woman's confidence. Of course, if I had understood you cared one way or the other "
She bowed her head, that he might not see the reflection in her face of the glow that warmed her bosom, where Karslake's letter nestled. But Victor took the nod for the word of submission, and patted her shoulder with an indulgent hand, guiding her to a chair close by his. "Sit down, my dear.
Then his arm was struck up by a deft hand, the girl slipped from his hold and darted out through the doors. This was young Mr. Karslake. Dupont did not know him except by sight, but that slender, boyish figure and the semi-apologetic smile on Karslake's lips did not inspire respect. Blindly and with all his might Dupont swung his right to the other's head, only to find it wasn't there.
Wertheimer laughed. "You see, old soul, we admire you no end, and we're determined to save your life. Karslake's too. An honour legitimately earned by your pernicious collaboration in the Vassilyevski bust. Karslake's already taken care of, but you're still in the limelight, and that makes you a public nuisance.
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