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I have understood that the society was by no means in its former flourishing condition." Felix laughed scornfully. "They have never been," he answered, "richer or more powerful. During the last twelve months they have been active in every part of Europe." Mr. Sabin's face hardened. "Very well!" he said. "We will try their strength." "We!" Felix laughed shortly. "You forget that my hands are tied.
"What does this mean?" There was no answer. Mr. Sabin moved quickly forward, and then stopped short. He had seen dead men, and he knew the signs. Duson was stone dead. Mr. Sabin's nerve answered to this demand upon it. He checked his first impulse to ring the bell, and looked carefully on the table for some note or message from the dead man.
Lord Robert Foulkes was a small young man, very carefully groomed, nondescript in appearance. He smiled pleasantly at Mr. Sabin and drew off his gloves. "How do you do, Mr. Sabin?" he said. "Don't remember me, I daresay. Met you once or twice last time you were in London. I wish I could say that I was glad to see you here again." Mr. Sabin's forehead lost its wrinkle. He knew where he was now.
He was a man of great natural shrewdness, blunted no doubt by riotous living; but there was enough of it left, aided by his recent forced contacts with his cousin Richard all turning on the subject of Hester, to keep him straight. So that without any demur at all he rejected the story as it stood. But then, what was the fact behind it? Impossible that Judith Sabin's story should be all delusion!
"To LUCILLE, Duchesse de SOUSPENNIER. "You will be at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in the main corridor at four o'clock this afternoon." The thin paper shook in Mr. Sabin's fingers. There was no signature, but he fancied that the handwriting was not wholly unfamiliar to him. He looked slowly up towards the cabman. "I am much obliged to you," he said. "This is of interest to me."
The eagerness with which Philip had read the newspaper cutting enclosed in the letter was only equalled by the eagerness with which afterward he fell to meditating upon it; pursuing and ferreting out the truth, through a maze of personal recollection and inference. Richard! nonsense! He laughed, from a full throat. Not for one moment was Philip misled by Judith Sabin's mistake.
"How can legal action be taken?" interrupted Barron roughly. "Whatever may be the case with regard to Meynell and her identification of him, Judith Sabin's story is true. Of that I am entirely convinced." But he had hardly spoken before he felt that he had made a false step. Flaxman's light blue eyes fixed him. "The story with regard to Miss Puttenham?" "Precisely."
"I presume," he said, "that no very active demands are likely to be made upon my services. In this country more than any other I fear that the possibilities of my aid are scanty." The Prince smiled. "It is a fact," he said, "which we all appreciate. Upon you at present we make no claim." There was a moment's intense silence. A steely light glittered in Mr. Sabin's eyes.
"And they sent you here to me?" "Yes," she answered, "and I was here also a few weeks ago, but you must not ask me anything about that." Mr. Sabin's eyebrows contracted, his face darkened. She shrank a little away from him. "So it is you who have robbed me of her, then," he said slowly. "Yes, the description fits you well enough.
"I shall not take action" Meynell resumed "and I shall not dream of retreating from my position here. Judith Sabin's story is untrue. She did not see me at Grenoble and I am not the father of Hester Fox-Wilton. As to anything else, I am not at liberty to discuss other people's affairs, and I shall not answer any questions whatever on the subject." The two men surveyed each other.
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