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By the bye, the Prince himself was once one of those who fell before your chariot wheels, was he not? Look at him now sideways. What does he remind you of?" Lucille raised her eyes. "A fat angel," she answered, "or something equally distasteful. How I hate those mild eyes and that sweet, slow smile. I saw him thrash a poor beater once in the Saxe Leinitzer forests. Ugh!"
"Your entrance," she murmured, "was most opportune, besides being very welcome. The Prince and I were literally on the point of flying at one another's throats." Mr. Sabin glanced at his neighbour and smiled. "You are certainly a little out of sorts, Saxe Leinitzer," he remarked. "You look pale, and your hands are not quite steady. Nerves, I suppose. You should see Dr. Carson in Brook Street."
Sabin answered sharply. "Lucille, in the absence of any reasonable explanation, I challenge the right of the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer to rob me even for an hour of my dearest possession. I appeal to you. Come with me and remain with me until it has been proved, if ever it can be proved, that greater interests require our separation. If there be blame I will take it. Will you trust yourself to me?"
"It seems," he said, smiling towards her, "that I am called upon to pay a heavy entrance fee on my return amongst your friends. But the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer forgets that he has shown me no authority, or given me no valid reason why I should tolerate such flagrant interference with my personal affairs." "To-morrow to-morrow, my good sir!" the Prince interrupted. "No! To-night!" Mr.
Fidelity is admirable, but surely you have done your duty. He is an old man, and a man who has failed in the great things of life. I, on the other hand, can offer you a great future. Saxe Leinitzer, as you know, is a kingdom of its own, and, Lucille, I stand well with the Emperor. The Socialist party in Berlin are strong and increasing. He needs us.
"If anything in this world could inspire me with fear," he remarked, "it would be the generosity of the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer." The Prince sighed. "You always misunderstand me," he murmured. "However, I will prove my words. You spoke of an appeal." "Certainly," Mr. Sabin answered.
"If you would earn my gratitude take that note to my husband. He is the only man I feel sure of whom I know can protect me." The Prince bowed low. "It is our farewell, Countess," he said. "I cannot pretend," she answered, "to regret it." Saxe Leinitzer left the room. There was a peculiar smile upon his lips as he crossed the hall. Brott was still awaiting for him. "Mr.
Sabin said firmly, "is responsible for the existence of the third degree. It is he who has connected the society with a system of corrupt police or desperate criminals in every great city. It is the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer, your Majesty, and his horde of murderers from whom I have come to seek your Majesty's protection. I have yet another charge to make against him.
Bloodshed is always avoided as much as possible, and I do not see how else they could strike at me. Social ostracism is their chief weapon. But in America that could not hurt us." He shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "I am sure that Saxe Leinitzer is not playing the game. But he is too well served here to make defiance wise." "You run the risk yourself," she protested. He smiled.
I shall be engaged for a short time." The secretary withdrew. A servant appeared with a little tray of liqueurs, and in obedience to an impatient gesture from his master, left them upon the table. Brott closed the door firmly. "Prince," he said, resuming his seat, "I wished to speak with you concerning the Countess." Saxe Leinitzer nodded. "All right," he said. "I am listening!"
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