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"On the contrary," he said, "I do not blame you at all for this last affair. You brought Lucille here, which was excellent. Your failure as regards Mr. Sabin is scarcely to be fastened upon you. It is Horser whom we hold responsible for that." She laughed. "Poor Horser! It was rather rough to pit a creature like that against Souspennier." The man shrugged his shoulders.
"I fear, Mr. Horser," he remarked, "that your presence has scarcely contributed to the cheerfulness of our repast. Mr. Skinner, am I to be favoured with your company also upstairs?" Horser clutched that gentleman's arm and whispered a few words in his ear. "Mr. Skinner," he said, "will join us presently. What is your number?" "336," Mr. Sabin answered. "You will excuse my somewhat slow progress."
Horser answered. "The police don't want particulars from me. When I say do a thing they do it. They know that if they declined it would be their last day on the force." Mr. Sabin filled his glass and leaned back in his chair. "This," he remarked, "is interesting. I am always glad to have the opportunity of gaining an insight into the customs of different countries.
Sabin's face, no longer pleasant and courteous, had taken to itself some very grim lines. "I am a weak man, Mr. Horser, but I am never without the means of self-defence," Mr. Sabin said in a still, cold tone. "Be so good as to sit down in that easy-chair." Mr. Horser hesitated. For one moment he stood as though about to carry out his first intention.
Mace handed it to his companion. "This settles it," he declared. "I shall go round and try and make my peace with the fellow." Horser stood in the way, burly, half-drunk and vicious. He struck his host in the face with clenched fist. Mace went down with scarcely a groan. A servant, hearing the fall, came hurrying back. "Your master is drunk and he has fallen down," Horser said.
"Horser," he said, "may not be brilliant, but he had a great organisation at his back. Souspennier was without friends or influence. The contest should scarcely have been so one-sided. To tell you the truth, my dear Muriel, I am more surprised that you yourself should have found the task beyond you." Lady Carey's face darkened.
Horser left the room and returned with a tumbler full of brandy and a very little water. "Take a drink yourself," he said. "It'll steady you." "Oh, I'm steady enough," Mr. Mace replied impatiently. "I want to know how you're going to get us out of this. What was the charge, anyhow?" "Passing forged bills," Horser answered. "Parsons fixed it up." Mr. Mace turned a shade paler.
"Where the devil's the sense in a charge like that?" he answered fiercely. "The man's a millionaire. He'll turn the tables on us nicely." "We've got to keep him till after the Campania sails, anyhow," Horser said doggedly. "We're not going to keep him ten minutes," Mace replied. "I'm going to sign the order for his release." Horser's speech was thick with drunken fury.
"Be so good as to continue the service of my dinner," he ordered. "The champagne is a trifle too chilled. You can take it out of the cooler." The man bowed, with a curious side glance at Horser. "Certainly, your Grace!" Horser was almost speechless with anger. "Are you going to answer my questions?" he demanded thickly. "I have no particular objection to doing so," Mr.
They crossed the hall and entered the elevator. Mr. Horser's face began to clear. In a moment or two they would be in Mr. Sabin's sitting-room-alone. He regarded with satisfaction the other's slim, delicate figure and the limp with which he moved. He felt that the danger was already over. BUT, after all, things did not exactly turn out as Mr. Horser had imagined.
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