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Starling shrank back at the sight of the two women. "I can't face it," he muttered. "I tell you I have lost my nerve." "You have nothing to fear," Sabatini said quietly. "There is no one here likely to do you or wish you any harm." Fenella came down to the steps to meet them. "So our prodigal has returned," she remarked, smiling at Starling. "We have rescued Mr.
But this man Starling is a nervous wreck. Who knows what story he may tell consciously or unconsciously in his desperate attempts to clear himself? You see," he continued, looking at Arnold, "there are a great many of us to whom Mr. Rosario was personally, just at this moment, obnoxious." Fenella swayed in her chair. "I am going home," she murmured. "As you will," Sabatini agreed. "Perhaps Mr.
"We haven't time, nowadays, for luncheon parties. On the whole, I think I should be justified in putting the amount down to petty cash. I might even debit Mrs. Weatherley's account with it." Sabatini took out his cigarette case. "You will forgive me?" he said. "In your offices, I believe, it is not the custom, but I must confess that I find your atmosphere abominable. Last night I saw Fenella.
The lines of his marble-white face seemed to have grown tenser and firmer, his manner was the manner of a man who meets a crisis. "Turn your head and look inland," he said. "You follow the lane there?" Arnold nodded. "Quite well," he admitted. "At the corner," Sabatini continued, "just out of sight behind that tall hedge, is my motor car. I want you to land and make your way there.
He seemed to carry even about his person a flavor from the far-off land of adventures. "What I want to ask you is this," Sabatini said. "A few minutes ago you declared that you were anxious to discover the whereabouts of your little friend's uncle. Tell me why?" "I will tell you, with pleasure," Arnold answered. "You see, she is left absolutely alone in the world.
However, the ties of friendship made me keep up my acquaintance with Varnier, the Duke of Medina Sidonia, and the architect, Sabatini, who always gave me a warm welcome, as did his wife. Donna Ignazia had more of my company than ever, and congratulated me on my freedom from the cares of business.
I pointed out that he had left Ruth alone and penniless; that although the charge of her was nothing but a pleasure to me, it was not fitting that I should undertake it. I insisted upon his telling me the name of at least one of her relatives, so that I might let them know of her existence and beg for a home for her." "It was a reasonable request," Sabatini remarked.
Arnold laid down his hat and mixed himself a whiskey and soda. He drank it off before he spoke. "Count Sabatini," he said, turning round, "I suppose you are used to all this excitement. A man's life or death is little to you. I have never seen a dead man before to-night. It has upset me." "Naturally, naturally," Sabatini said, tolerantly.
His cheeks were almost cadaverous, his eyes hollow. His slight arrogance of bearing had gone; he gave one a most unpleasant impression. "I remember Mr. Starling quite well," Arnold said. "We met also, I think, at the Milan Hotel, a few minutes after the murder of Mr. Rosario." Starling shook hands limply. Sabatini smiled. "A memorable occasion," he remarked. "Let us take luncheon now.
Arnold stood quite still for several moments. The shock seemed to have deprived him even of the power of speech. Sabatini watched him curiously. "Is it my fancy," he inquired, "or is the name familiar to you?" "The name is familiar," Arnold confessed. Sabatini, for a moment, appeared to be puzzled. "Lalonde," he repeated to himself.
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