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"You left America," Passmore said, "in search of your wife, formerly Countess of Radantz, who had left you unexpectedly." "It is true!" Mr. Sabin answered. "Madame la Duchesse on reaching London became the guest of the Duchess of Dorset, where she has been staying since. Whilst there she has received many visits from Mr. Reginald Brott." Mr. Sabin's face was as the face of a sphinx.
"Lucille is, I firmly believe, as anxious to return to me as I am anxious to have her," Mr. Sabin said. Helene threw up her hands. "It is bewildering," she exclaimed. "It must seem so to you," Mr. Sabin admitted. "I wish that Lucille were anywhere else," Helene said. "The Dorset House set, you know, although they are very smart and very exclusive, have a somewhat peculiar reputation.
See how it has brought these people together." "But they are already of the same kin," Felix remarked. "Their interests and aims are alike. Their destinies are surely identical." Mr. Sabin, who had lit his cigarette, watched the blue smoke curl upwards, and was thoughtful for a moment. "My dear Felix!" he said. "You are very, very young.
"Your pseudonym," he remarked thoughtfully, "seems very familiar to me." Mr. Sabin shrugged his shoulders. "It is a family name," he remarked, "but I flattered myself that it was at least uncommon." "Fancy, no doubt," Mr. Brott remarked, turning to make his adieux to his hostess. Mr. Sabin joined a fresh group of idlers under the palms. Mr. Brott lingered over his farewells.
"Now I think of it, I heard something of a young English attache. But " He touched the bell. "Duson, a carriage!" At Camperdown House he learned that Helene was out shopping, the hall porter believed. Mr. Sabin drove slowly down Bond Street, and was rewarded by seeing her brougham outside a famous milliner's. He waited for her upon the pavement.
Horser answered. "The police don't want particulars from me. When I say do a thing they do it. They know that if they declined it would be their last day on the force." Mr. Sabin filled his glass and leaned back in his chair. "This," he remarked, "is interesting. I am always glad to have the opportunity of gaining an insight into the customs of different countries.
Lucille had indeed all the appearance of a woman thoroughly at peace with the world and herself. Brott was talking to her in smothered and eager undertones. The Prince was waiting for an opportunity to intervene. Mr. Sabin looked into Brott's white strong face, and was thoughtful. "It is a great power the power of my sex," Lady Carey continued, with a faint, subtle smile.
I did it because the orders which came to me were such as I dare not disobey. Here are your keys, your Grace, and money." Mr. Sabin looked at him steadily. "You, too, Duson?" "I too, alas, your Grace!" Mr. Sabin considered for a moment. "Duson," he said, "I retain you in my service. Take my luggage on board the Campania to-morrow afternoon, and pay the bill at the hotel.
The Prince shrugged his shoulders. "I deeply regret to tell you," he said, "that the law has proved too powerful for me. I can no longer stand between her and what I fear may prove a most unpleasant episode. Lucille will be arrested within the hour." "Upon what charge?" Mr. Sabin asked. "The murder of Duson." Mr. Sabin laughed very softly, very gently, but with obvious genuineness.
We have heard the Alameda County 1915 Chorus of 250 voices under Alexander Stewart in a majestic performance of Handel's "Messiah;" the Exposition Chorus under Wallace Sabin in a repetition of the music sung as part of the opening day's celebration "The Heavens are Telling," from Haydn's "Creation," and the official hymn "A Noble Work" by Mrs.
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