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"I took some roses there and left them," she said "What of that?" "Only that you were the last person seen to enter Mr. Sabin's rooms before Duson was found there dead. And Duson died from a dose of that same poison, a packet of which you procured secretly from Emil Sachs. An empty wineglass was by his side it was one generally used by Mr. Sabin.
Sabin's, "are free from the tyranny of politics. I am assuming, of course, that your country under its present form of government has lost its hold upon you." Mr. Sabin smiled. "It is a doubtful boon," he said. "It is true that I am practically an exile. Republican France has no need of me. Had I been a soldier I could still have remained a patriot.
A puzzled look passed again over Meynell's face. But he said nothing. His attitude, coldly expectant, demanded the story. Barron told it once more. He repeated Judith Sabin's narrative in the straightened, rearranged form he had now given to it, postponing, however, any further mention of Meynell's relation to it till a last dramatic moment. He did not find his task so easy on this occasion.
Skinner's thick lips were pursed into a whistle. He was on the point of making a remark when he chanced to glance into Mr. Sabin's face. The remark remained unspoken. He drew a sheet of note-paper towards him and made a few notes upon it. "The Duchess many friends in New York?" "At present none. The few people whom she knows here are at Newport or in Europe just now."
Sabin's room, and was alone there for five minutes, The man died from a single grain of poison which had been introduced into Mr. Sabin's special liqueur glass, out of which he was accustomed to drink three or four times a day. All these are absolute facts, which at any moment may be discovered by the police.
Lady Carey, pale and bored, with tired, swollen eyes they were always a little prominent rose languidly and began to gather together her belongings. As she did so she looked over the back of her chair and met Mr. Sabin's eyes. He rose at once and bowed. She cast a quick sidelong glance at her companions, which he at once understood.
Immediately after his interview with John Broad the Rector had communicated the news of Mrs. Sabin's unexpected arrival and sudden death to two other persons in the village. He still thought with infinite concern of the effect it had produced on one of them. Since his hurried note telling her of Barron's evidence before the Coroner, and of his own impressions of it, he had not seen her.
"Your candour," he answered coldly, "sometimes approaches brutality." She leaned towards him, her face suddenly softened. "We are playing a foolish game with one another," she murmured. "I offer you an alliance, my friendship, perhaps my help." "What can I do," he answered gravely, "save be grateful and accept?" "Then " She stopped short. It was Mr. Sabin's luck which had intervened.
"None, of course!" the Prince said. "But, Lucille, in all cases of poisoning it is the wife of whom one first thinks!" "The wife? I did not even know that the creature had a wife." "Of course not! But Duson drank from Mr. Sabin's glass, and you are Mr. Sabin's wife. You are living apart from him. He is old and you are young. And for the other man there is Reginald Brott.
Now that she has come back I am very anxious to persuade her to marry me." A single lightning-like flash in Mr. Sabin's eyes for a moment disconcerted his host. But, after all, it was gone with such amazing suddenness that it left behind it a sense of unreality. Mr. Brott decided that after all it must have been fancy. "May I ask," Mr.
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