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His sudden fit of passion had brought an unwholesome flush of color to his cheeks. "Why should I stop?" Sabatini proceeded, mercilessly. "Let me remind you of my sister's presence. Your lack of self-control is inexcusable. One would imagine that you had committed some evil deed, that you were indeed an offender against the law." Again there was that tense silence.
"Do you know who he was?" Sabatini asked. "No one had any idea," Arnold answered. "I think that I was the only one who had ever seen him before. The night I dined at Mr. Weatherley's for the first time and met you, I was with Mrs. Weatherley in her room, and I saw that man steal up to the window as though he were going to break in." "This is most interesting," Sabatini declared.
In his present half maudlin state he would, I am afraid, if in serious danger of conviction, make statements likely to cause a good deal of inconvenience to myself, my sister's friends, and others." "Does he know himself who committed the murder?" Arnold asked. Sabatini smiled. "Perfectly well," he admitted, "but the fact helps him very little.
A very handsome car, driven by a man in white livery, had swept up the little drive and had come to a standstill in front of the hall door. From the side nearest to them Count Sabatini descended, and stood for a moment looking around him. The car moved on towards the stables. Sabatini came slowly across the lawn. "Who is it?" she whispered. "How handsome he is!" "He is Mrs.
Arnold took from his pocket the note which Sabatini had written to him, and which contained his telephone number. Then he rang up. The call was answered by his valet. "In one moment, sir," he said. "The telephone rings into His Excellency's bedchamber. He shall speak to you himself." A minute or two passed. Then the slow, musical voice of Sabatini intervened. "Who is that speaking?"
"If you really mean it," she said, "why, of course, I should love it. It is no good my pretending that if I had known I should have been better prepared," she continued, "because it really wouldn't have made any difference. If you don't mind " "Then it is settled!" Sabatini exclaimed. "My young friend Arnold is now going to take me out upon the river.
Please go on." "If Isaac's story is true," Arnold continued slowly, "you should indeed be interested in her." Sabatini's eyebrows were slightly raised. "I scarcely understand," he murmured. "I pray go on." "According to his story," Arnold said, "Ruth Lalonde is your daughter." Sabatini stood perfectly motionless.
"He hated you all," Isaac muttered, "you and the woman and Sabatini, and he was a little mad just a little mad. If he had found you all there " "Well?" Arnold interposed, breathlessly. Isaac shook his head. "Never mind!" "But I do mind," Arnold insisted. "I want to know about that night. Was it in search of us " Isaac held out his skinny hand. There was a dangerous glitter in his eyes.
"You kept your feet along the narrow way and you have done well. I am glad. Sit down here by my side." Arnold sat down on the end of the sofa. The curtain was pulled up as far as it would go. Below them, the curving arc of lights stretched away to the dim distance. Sabatini followed them with his eyes, for a moment, as though he, too, found something inspiring in that lighted way.
Weatherley's right-hand man for a great many years," Arnold said, introducing him; "Count Sabatini, Mr. Weatherley's brother-in-law." Mr. Jarvis shook hands solemnly. "I am glad to know you, sir," he declared. "I have not had the pleasure of seeing much of Mrs. Weatherley, but my connection with the firm is a very old one." "Is there any news," asked Sabatini, "of our esteemed friend?" Mr.
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