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"They have kept their word," he said softly to himself, "after many years. After many years!" Duson came in to undress him shortly afterwards. He saw signs of the struggle, but made no comment. Mr. Sabin, after a moment's hesitation, took a phial from his pocket and poured a few drops into a wineglassful of water. "Duson," he said, "bring me some despatch forms and a pencil." "Yes, sir." Mr.
"Well?" Mr. Sabin interjected. "I notice that Duson was found in your sitting-room. It occurs to me as a possibility that he may have met with a fate intended for some one else for yourself, for instance, sir!" "But I," Mr. Sabin said smoothly, "am a member of no secret society, nor am I conscious of having enemies sufficiently venomous to desire my life."
"There are circumstances in connection with it which even now puzzle me very much, very much indeed. There are circumstances in connection with it also which I fear may be a shock to you, sir." "My life," Mr. Sabin said, with a faint smile, "has been made up of shocks. A few more or less may not hurt me." "Duson," the detective said, "was at heart a faithful servant!" "I believe it," Mr.
"Do not call me to-morrow morning until I ring. And, Duson!" "Yes, sir." "The Campania will sail from New York somewhere about the tenth of October. I wish to secure the whole of stateroom number twenty-eight. Go round to the office as soon as they open, secure that room if possible, and pay a deposit. No other will do. Also one for yourself." "Very good, sir."
"I'll be careful, sir," the man answered. Mr. Sabin handed to each of them a roll of notes. The cabdriver lingered upon the threshold. Mr. Sabin looked up. "Well?" "Could I speak a word to you in private, sir?" Mr. Sabin motioned Duson to leave the room. The baggage porter had already departed. "When I cleaned out my cab at night, sir, I found this.
"Duson made harmless reports to us as we desired them," the detective said. "I have an idea, however, that if this course had at any time been inimical to your interests that Duson would have deceived us." "I am convinced of it," Mr. Sabin declared. "And Duson is dead!" Mr. Sabin nodded gravely. The little hard-visaged man looked steadily for a moment upon the carpet.
"You are quite right, Duson," he said. "I will dine." In half-an-hour he was back again. Duson placed before him silently a box of cigarettes and matches. Mr. Sabin smoked. Soon the lights of the great city flared in the sky, the train stopped more frequently, the express men and newspaper boys came into evidence. Mr. Sabin awoke from his long spell of thought.
Almost immediately a man, pale-faced, with full dark eyes and olive complexion, dressed in the sombre garb of an indoor servant, stood at his elbow. "Duson." "Your Grace!" "Bring wine Burgundy." It was before him, served with almost incredible despatch a small cobwebbed bottle and a glass of quaint shape, on which were beautifully emblazoned a coronet and fleur-de-lis.
We should have preferred that the matter had been otherwise arranged. But as it is we are safe, absolutely safe." "Duson's letter!" Mr. Sabin remarked. "You will not show it," the Prince answered. "You cannot. You have kept it too long. And, after all, you cannot escape from the main fact. Duson committed suicide." "He was incited to murder. His letter proves it."
When they descended he looked up at Duson, who sat upon the box. "Duson," he said, and his voice, though low, was terrible, "I see that I can be mistaken in men. You are a villain." The man sprung to his feet, hat in hand. His face was wrung with emotion. "Your Grace," he said, "it is true that I betrayed you. But I did it without reward. I am a ruined man.
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