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"I don't exactly mean for the pleasure of gazing into your face once more," she continued. "I have a mission!" Mr. Sabin looked up quickly. "Great heavens! You, too!" he exclaimed. She nodded. "Why not?" she asked coolly. "I have been in it for years, you know, and when I got back from South Africa everything seemed so terribly slow that I begged for some work to do."
"I will buy it," Mr. Sabin said, "with a lie to the manager here, or I will tell the truth and still take her from you." The Prince stood upon the topmost step of the balcony. Below was the palm court, with many little groups of people dotted about. "My dear friend," he said, "Duson died absolutely of his own free will. You know that quite well.
Educated at Harrow and Merton College, Cambridge, M.A., LL.D., and winner of the Rudlock History Prize. Also tenth wrangler. Entered the diplomatic service on leaving college, and served as junior attache at Vienna." Mr. Sabin laid down the volume, and made a little calculation. At the end of it he had made a discovery. His face was very white and set. "I was at Petersburg," he muttered.
The pathos of this thing touched him. "I will not dispute the right of those who have taken her from me," Mr. Sabin continued, "but I want her back. She is necessary to me. My purse, my life, my brains are there to be thrown into the scales. I will buy her, or fight for her, or rejoin their ranks myself. But I want her back." Still Felix was silent. He was looking steadfastly into the fire.
It was the death-screech of the poor murdered French, whose tortured spirit, now beyond the reach of your power, went out with that fearful cry which has just assailed your guilty ears!" "Mr. Sheriff! Mr. Sheriff!" sputtered Sabin, boiling with wrath, and pointing menacingly to the prisoner. "Silence, there, blabbing miscreant!" thundered Patterson. "Ah!
The man took out his book. Mr. Sabin, who was sitting in an easy-chair, turned sideways towards him. "The Duchess of Souspennier was staying here last week," he said. "She left, I believe, on Thursday or Friday. Can you tell me whether her baggage went through your hands?" The man set down his hat upon a vacant chair, and turned over the leaves of his book.
If there are other dangers which she is called upon to face, it is still possible that they might accept my service instead." "You would give it?" Felix exclaimed. "To the last drop of blood in my body," Mr. Sabin answered. "Save for my love for her I am a dead man upon the earth. I have no longer politics or ambition. So the past can easily be expunged.
"I have no doubt you think yourself justified in taking the line you clearly do take in this matter. I can hardly imagine that you really believe the story you say you got from Judith Sabin which you took to Flaxman and have, I suppose, discussed with Dawes.
Brott answered, with a smile, "I am afraid outside the pale of your consideration in this respect. We are both Radicals." Mr. Sabin lit another cigarette and glanced once more at the clock. "A Radical peer!" he remarked. "Isn't that rather an anomaly? The principles of Radicalism and aristocracy seem so divergent." "Yet," Mr. Brott said, "they are not wholly irreconcilable.
It is, if you will pardon my saying so, none the less personal, but wholly friendly. The case of Duson will be sifted to the dregs, but unless I am greatly mistaken, and I do not see room for the possibility of a mistake, I know the truth already." "You will share your knowledge?" Mr. Sabin asked quietly. The detective shook his head. "You shall know," he said, "before the last moment.
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