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Updated: June 11, 2025
Lady Carey pretended to be absorbed by the music. "Has anything happened, Victor?" Lucille whispered. He hesitated. "Well, in a sense, yes," he admitted. "I appear to have become unpopular with our friend, the Prince. Duson, who has always been a spy upon my movements, was entrusted with a little sleeping draught for me, which he preferred to take himself. That is all." "Duson is " He nodded.
"Your Grace's faithful servant, "Jules Duson." Mr. Sabin read this letter carefully through to the end. Then he put it into his pocket-book and quickly rang the bell. "You had better send for a doctor at once," he said to the waiter who appeared. "My servant appears to have suffered from some sudden illness. I am afraid that he is quite dead."
I know that the English police, who are not so foolish as people would have one believe, are searching now for the woman who was seen to enter the sitting-room shortly before Mr. Sabin returned and found Duson there dead." She laughed scornfully. "It is ingenious," she admitted, "and perhaps a little unfortunate for me. But the inference is ridiculous. What interest had I in the man's death?"
It has been a great blow to me. I am prepared to run all risks to discover her whereabouts. It is late in my life for adventures, but it is very certain that adventures and dangers are before us. In accompanying me you will associate yourself with many risks. Therefore " Duson held up his hand.
Alarmed at reading of the death of Duson immediately after he had sold a poison which the symptoms denoted he had fled the country. That letter is in the hands of the woman who remains in the wine-shop, and will only be used in case of necessity. By other means we have dissociated ourselves from Duson and all connection with him.
I am giving you personally a few friendly hints, in the interests of justice perhaps, but still quite informally. I am not in possession of any definite facts concerning Duson, and what I say to you here I am not prepared to say at the inquest, before which I presume I may have to appear as a witness.
"It tells me much more than I hoped to discover. It is our good fortune." The man accepted the little roll of bills and departed. Mr. Sabin touched the bell. "Duson, what time is it?" "Nearly midnight, sir!" "I will go to bed!" "Very good, sir!" "Mix me a sleeping draught, Duson. I need rest. See that I am not disturbed until ten o'clock to-morrow morning."
"My town clothes, Duson," he ordered. "I am lunching out." The man bowed and withdrew. Mr. Sabin remained for a few moments in deep thought. "Brott!" he repeated. "Brott! It is a singular name." So this was the man! Mr. Sabin did not neglect his luncheon, nor was he ever for a moment unmindful of the grey-headed princess who chatted away by his side with all the vivacity of her race and sex.
"Can you give me any idea," the detective asked, "as to the source?" "None," Mr. Sabin answered. "That you must discover for yourselves. Duson was a man of silent and secretive habits, and it has occurred to me more than once that he might possibly be a member of one of those foreign societies who have their headquarters in Soho, and concerning which you probably know more than I 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.
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