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Words followed, and then some one Lady O'Moy, I think, and as I imagine with intent to soothe the feelings of Count Samoval, which appeared to be ruffled appealed to his vanity by mentioning the fact that he was himself a famous swordsman. To this Captain Tremayne's observation was a rather unfortunate one, although I must confess that I was fully in sympathy with it at the time.
"Then we reach one or two only possible conclusions: either these rumours of a policy of devastation which have reached the Prince of Esslingen are as utterly false as he believes them to be, or " "To my cost I know them to be true, as I have already told you," Samoval interrupted bitterly.
Do be sensible, and remember that they will have to prove that he killed Samoval. And you can't prove a thing to be what it isn't. You can't!" "Are you sure?" "Certain sure," he replied with emphasis. "Do you know that I shall have to give evidence before the court?" she announced resentfully. It was an announcement that gave him pause. Thoughtfully he stroked his abominable tuft of red beard.
By the way, who told you this about a scapegoat?" "Captain Tremayne." "Captain Tremayne? Oh, the man who killed Samoval?" "He didn't," she cried. On that almost fierce denial his lordship looked at her, raising his eyebrows in astonishment. "But I am told that he did, and he is under arrest for it this moment for that, and for breaking my order against duelling."
Meanwhile he pressed Sir Terence towards the side where the moonlight would strike first, until they were fighting close under the windows of the residential wing, Sir Terence with his back to them, Samoval facing them.
Yet the mystery would have been no less in the case of any other opponent than Captain Tremayne, since it was clear beyond all doubt that a duel had been fought and Count Samoval killed, and no less clear that it was a premeditated combat, and that the deceased had gone to Monsanto expressly to engage in it, since the duelling swords found had been identified as his property and must have been carried by him to the encounter.
Samoval, no doubt, had resources to amuse a woman even a woman who instinctively, disliked him resources of which Captain Tremayne himself knew nothing. And then some one tapped him on the shoulder. A very tall, hawk-faced man in a scarlet coat and tightly strapped blue trousers stood beside him. It was Colquhoun Grant, the ablest intelligence officer in Wellington's service.
It's stark mad ye are to suppose that I ever needed them." "Of course you must say that," Samoval insisted, with a confident and superior smile. He shook his head, his expression one of amused sorrow. "Sir Terence, you have knocked at the wrong door.
"Indeed, one of my reasons for being present is to ensure that nothing on that score shall transpire." There followed a moment's silence. Then the president ventured a question. "May we ask, sir, at least whether Colonel Grant's observation of Count Samoval resulted from any knowledge of, or expectation of, this duel that was impending?" "Certainly you may ask that," Lord Wellington, consented.
"Of course not," snapped O'Moy, who had broken into a cold perspiration. "Hardly a subject for the ladies, Count." Rebuked for his intention, Samoval submitted instantly. "Perhaps not; perhaps not," he agreed, as if dismissing it, whereupon O'Moy recovered from his momentary breathlessness.
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