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For Ronador, at least, in the guileful hands of a traitor who by reason of a strong maternal sympathy desired the alliance of Ronador and Princess Phaedra, there was doubt and bitter suffering. And he might not return to the music-machine. Themar's thin lips smiled but he wisely retreated.
Themar's fall injured him severely about the face and hands." "I have not forgotten," insisted Philip grimly, "that Miss Westfall's servant sunk his terrible fingers into the throat of the man whose knife scar I bear. Whether or not his knife was meant for me, I can not say. Nor have I sufficient proof openly to accuse him, but of this much I am convinced.
Philip's fingers slipped viselike along the other's wrists and Philip's voice grew more acidly polite. "My dear Themar," he regretted, falling unconsciously into the language of his chief, "I must spoil the symmetry of your wardrobe. The hieroglyphical cuff, if you please." Themar's snarl was unintelligible. Smiling, Philip unbuttoned the stiff band of linen and drew it slowly off.
Days back, a headstrong young secretary of mine of considerable nerve and independence and er intermittent disrespect for his chief -having come to grief through a knife of Themar's intended for another refused, with a habit of infernal politeness he has which I find most maddening, refused, mademoiselle, to execute a certain little commission of mine because he quixotically fancied it savored of spying!"
"I may be honored by your reasons, Poynter?" he inquired quietly. "The duties of a spy," flashed Philip, "are peculiarly offensive to me. So is Themar." "Themar!" "Excellency," said Philip curtly, "to-night as I entered, the lamplight fell full upon the face and throat of your valet." "Yes?" "Themar's throat, Excellency, bears peculiar scars." "My dear Poynter!
"But that I need you," he said evenly, "but that your knowledge of English makes you an invaluable ally and one not easily replaced I would send you back to Houdania disgraced! As it is, we are hedged about with peculiar difficulties and I must use and watch you." He glanced significantly at the desk drawer and thence to Themar's dark, unscrupulous face, resentful and defiant.
"Thank you, Poynter!" said the Baron and glanced keenly at Themar. "It is but now that I had missed it." "Excellency," burst forth Themar desperately, "I found it this morning on the rug." "But," purred the Baron, "why seek a keyhole?" Themar's dark face was ashen. Philip, with a wholesome distaste for scenes, slipped away.
Themar's presence near the camp of Miss Westfall is, in the face of your peculiar and secretive errand, ominously significant." The Baron sighed. There was frank hostility in Philip's eyes. "Miss Westfall," added Philip hotly, "is the unsuspecting victim of a peculiar network of mystery of which I feel you hold the key. Her camp is constantly spied upon.
He is false he is false!" cried the voice of the girl's sore heart; "a false sentry and a false protector. I can not bear it. Philip! Philip! It was Themar's knife and the bullet was his and all that seemed fine and noble was black and false!" "You will not trust him as he begged!" "I can not. For he will not tell me the reason for all these things!" "You will wed Prince Ronador?" "Yes.
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