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  “ToLUCILLE,DuchessedeSOUSPENNIER-

  “YouwillbeattheWaldorfAstoriaHotelinthemaincorridoratfouro’clockthisafternoon。“

  ThethinpapershookinMr。Sabin’sfingers。Therewasnosignature,buthefanciedthatthehandwritingwasnotwhollyunfamiliartohim。

  Helookedslowlyuptowardsthecabman。

  “Iammuchobligedtoyou,“hesaid。“Thisisofinteresttome。“

  HestretchedouthishandtothelittlewadofnoteswhichDusonhadleftuponthetable,butthecabdriverbackedaway。

  “Begpardon,sir,“hesaid。“You’vegivenmeplenty。Theletter’sofnovaluetome。Icameveryneartearingitup,butforthepeculiarcolourpencilit’swrittenwith。Kindertookmyfancy,sir。“

  “Theletterisofvalue,“Mr。Sabinsaid。“IttellsmemuchmorethanIhopedtodiscover。Itisourgoodfortune。“

  Themanacceptedthelittlerollofbillsanddeparted。Mr。Sabintouchedthebell。

  “Duson,whattimeisit?“

  “Nearlymidnight,sir!“

  “Iwillgotobed!“

  “Verygood,sir!“

  “Mixmeasleepingdraught,Duson。Ineedrest。SeethatIamnotdisturbeduntilteno’clockto-morrowmorning。

  Atpreciselyteno’clockonthefollowingmorningDusonbroughtchocolate,whichhehadpreparedhimself,andsomedrytoasttohismaster’sbedside。Uponthetraywasasingleletter。Mr。Sabinsatupinbedandtoreopentheenvelope。ThefollowingwordswerewrittenuponasheetoftheHollandHousenotepaperinthesamepeculiarcolouredcrayon。

  “Thefirstwarningaddressedtoyouyesterdaywasafriendlyone。

  Profitbyit。GobacktoLenox。Youareonlyexposingyourselftodangerandthepersonyouseektodiscomfort。Waitthere,andsomeoneshallcometoyoushortlywhowillexplainwhathashappened,andthenecessityforit。“

  Mr。Sabinsmiled,aslowcontemplativesmile。Hesippedhischocolateandlitacigarette。

  “Ourfriends,then,“hesaidsoftly,“donotcareaboutpursuitandinquiries。Itisridiculoustosupposethattheirwarningisgivenoutofanyconsiderationtome。Duson!“

  “Yes,sir!“

  “Mybath。Ishallrisenow。“

  Mr。Sabinmadehistoiletwithsomethingofthesamedeliberationwhichcharacterisedallhismovements。Thenhedescendedintothehall,boughtanewspaper,andfromaconvenienteasy-chairkeptacloseobservationuponeveryonewhopassedtoandfroforaboutanhour。Lateronheorderedacarriage,andmadeseveralcallsdowntown。

  AtafewminutespasttwelveheenteredthebaroftheFifthAvenueHotel,andorderingadrinksatdownatoneofthesmalltables。

  Theroomwasfull,butMr。Sabin’sattentionwasdirectedsolelytoonegroupofmenwhostoodashortdistanceawaybeforethecounterdrinkingchampagne。Thecentralpersonofthegroupwasabigman,withanunusuallylargeneck,afatpaleface,abrownmoustachetingedwithgrey,andavoiceandlaughlikeafog-horn。Itwasheapparentlywhowaspayingforthechampagne,andhewasclearlyonintimatetermswithalltheparty。Mr。Sabinwatchedforhisopportunity,andthenrisingfromhisseattouchedhimontheshoulder。

  “Mr。Skinner,Ibelieve?“hesaidquietly。

  ThebigmanlookeddownuponMr。Sabinwiththesullenoffensivenessoftheprofessionalbully。

  “You’vehititfirsttime,“headmitted。“Whoareyou,anyway?“

  Mr。Sabinproducedacard。

  “Icalledthismorning,“hesaid,“uponthegentlemanwhosenameyouwillseethere。Hedirectedmetoyou,andtoldmetocomehere。“

  Themantorethecardintosmallpieces。

  “Solong,boys,“hesaid,addressinghislatecompanions。“Seeyouto-night。“

  Theyacceptedhisdepartureinsilence,andoneandallfavouredMr。Sabinwithastareofblatantcuriosity。

  “Ishouldbegladtospeakwithyou,“Mr。Sabinsaid,“inaplacewherewearelikelytobeneitherdisturbednoroverheard。“

  “Youcomerightacrosstomyoffice,“wasthepromptreply。“I

  guesswecanfixitupthere。“

  Mr。Sabinmotionedtohiscoachman,andtheycrossedBroadway。Hiscompanionledhimintoatallbuilding,talkingnoisilyallthetimeaboutthepalswhomhehadjustleft。Anelevatortransportedthemtothetwelfthfloorinlittlemorethanasmanyseconds,andMr。Skinnerusheredhisvisitorintoasomewhatbare-lookingoffice,smellingstronglyofstaletobaccosmoke。Mr。Skinneratoncelitacigar,andseatinghimselfbeforehisdesk,foldedhisarmsandleanedovertowardsMr。Sabin。

  “Smokeone?“heasked,pointingtotheopenbox。

  Mr。Sabindeclined。

  “Getrightaheadthen。“

  “IamanEnglishman,“Mr。Sabinsaidslowly,“andconsequentlyamnotaltogetherathomewithyourwaysoverhere。Ihavealwaysunderstood,however,thatifyouareinneedofanyspecialinformationsuchasweshouldinEnglandapplytothepolicefor,overherethereisaquickerandmoresatisfactorymethodofprocedure。“

  “You’vecomealongwayround,“Mr。Skinnerremarked,spittinguponthefloor,“butyou’redeadright。“

  “Iaminneedofsomeinformation,“Mr。Sabincontinued,“andaccordinglyIcalledthismorningonMr-“

  Mr。Skinnerhelduphishand。

  “Allright,“hesaid。“Wedon’tmentionnamesmorethanwecanhelp。Callhimtheboss。“

  “HeassuredmethattheinformationIwasinneedofwaseasilytobeobtained,andgavemeacardtoyou。“

  “Gorighton,“Mr。Skinnersaid。“Whatisit?“

  “OnFridaylast,“Mr。Sabinsaid,“atfouro’clock,theDuchessofSouspennier,whosepictureIwillpresentlyshowyou,lefttheHollandHouseHotelfortheNewYork,NewHaven&HartfordDepot,presumablyforherhomeatLenox,towhichplaceherbaggagehadalreadybeenchecked。OnthewaysheorderedthecabmantosetherdownattheWaldorf-AstoriaHotel,whichhedidatafewminutespastfour。TheDuchesshasnotreturnedhomeorbeendirectlyheardfromsince。IwishtoascertainhermovementssinceshearrivedattheWaldorf。“

  “Soundsdeadeasy,“Mr。Skinnerremarkedreassuringly。“Gotthepicture?“

  Mr。Sabintouchedthespringofasmallgoldlocketwhichhedrewfromaninsidewaistcoatpocket,anddisclosedabeautifullypaintedminiature。Mr。Skinner’sthicklipswerepursedintoawhistle。

  HewasonthepointofmakingaremarkwhenhechancedtoglanceintoMr。Sabin’sface。Theremarkremainedunspoken。

  Hedrewasheetofnote-papertowardshimandmadeafewnotesuponit。

  “TheDuchessmanyfriendsinNewYork?“

  “Atpresentnone。ThefewpeoplewhomsheknowshereareatNewportorinEuropejustnow。“

  “AnyideawhomshewenttotheWaldorftosee?Moreweknowthebetter。“

  Mr。Sabinhandedhimtheletterwhichhadbeenpickedupinthecab。

  Mr。Skinnerreaditthrough,andspatoncemoreuponthefloor。

  “Whattheh——’sthisfunnycolouredpencilmean?“

  “Idonotknow,“Mr。Sabinanswered。“YouwillseethatthetwoanonymouscommunicationswhichIhavereceivedsincearrivinginNewYorkyesterdayarewritteninthesamemanner。“

  Mr。Sabinhandedhimtheothertwoletters,whichMr。Skinnercarefullyperused。

  “Iguessyou’dbettertellmewhoyouare,“hesuggested。

  “IamthehusbandoftheDuchessofSouspennier,“Mr。Sabinanswered。

  “TheDuchesssendanywordhomeatall?“Mr。Skinnerasked。

  Mr。Sabinproducedaworntelegraphform。ItwashandedinatFifthAvenue,NewYork,atsixo’clockonFriday。Itcontainedthesingleword’Good-bye。’“

  “H’m,“Mr。Skinnerremarked。“We’llfindallyouwanttoknowbyto-morrowsure。“

  “WhatdoyoumakeofthetwoletterswhichIreceived?“Mr。Sabinasked。

  “Bunkum!“Mr。Skinnerrepliedconfidently。

  Mr。Sabinnoddedhishead。

  “Youhavenosecretsocietiesoverhere,Isuppose?“hesaid。

  Mr。Skinnerlaughedloudlyandderisively。

  “Iguessnot,“heanswered。“Theykeepthatsortofrubbishontheothersideofthepond。“

  “Ah,!“

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