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  “Shehasdonenothingsosensible,“theDukeanswereddrily。“ThefactswhichIhavejuststatedareknowntoeveryoneinthisroom。

  Iperhapsknowlessthananyone。ButIknowenoughforthis。I

  request,SaxeLeinitzer,thatyouwithdrawthenameofmyselfandmywifefromyourlistofmembers,andthatyouunderstandclearlythatmyhouseistobenomoreusedformeetingsoftheSociety,formalorinformal。And,further,thoughIregrettheapparentinhospitalityofmyaction,myfingerisnow,asyousee,uponthebell,andIventuretowishyouallaverygood-morning。Groves,“

  headdedtotheservantwhoansweredthedoor,“thePrinceofSaxeLeinitzer’scarriageisurgentlyrequired。“

  ThePrinceandLadyCareydescendedthebroadstepssidebyside。

  Shewaslaughingsoftlybutimmoderately。ThePrincewaspalewithfury。

  “Pompousoldass,“hemutteredsavagely。“Hemayhaveaworsescandalinhishousenowthanhedreamsof。“

  Shewipedhereyes。

  “HaveInotalwaystoldyou,“shesaid,“thatintrigueinthiscountrywasasheerimpossibility?Youmaylayyourplanseversocarefully,butyoucannotforeseesuchacontretempsasthis。“

  “Idiot!“thePrincecried,“Oh,thedolt!Why,evenhiswifewasamazed。“

  “Hemaybeallthosepleasantthings,“LadyCarey,said,“butheisagentleman。“

  Hestoppedshort。ThefootmanwasstandingbythesideofLadyCarey’svictoriawitharugonhisarm。

  “Lucille,“hesaidthoughtfully,“islockedinthemorning-room。

  Sheisprostratewithfear。IftheDukeseeshereverythingisover。Uponmyword,IhaveagoodmindtothrowthisallupandcrosstoParisto-night。LetEnglandbreedherownrevolutions。

  Whatdoyousay,Muriel?Willyoucomewithme?“

  Shelaughedscornfully。

  “I’dassoongowithmycoachman,“shesaid。

  Hiseyebrowsnarrowed。Adull,purpleflushcrepttohisforehead。

  “Yourwit,“hesaid,“isalittlecoarse。Listen!Youwishourfirstplantogothrough?“

  “Ofcourse!“

  “ThenyoumustgetLucilleoutofthathouse。Ifsheislefttheresheisabsolutelylosttous。Apartfromthat,sheisherselfnotsafe。Ourplanworkedouttoowell。SheisreallyindangerfromthisDusonaffair。“

  ThelaughterdiedawayfromLadyCarey’sface。Shehesitatedwithherfootuponthestepofhercarriage。

  “Youcangobackeasilyenough,“thePrincesaid。“YouaretheDuke’scousin,andyouwerenotincludedinhistirade。Lucilleisinthemorning-room,andhereisthekey。Ibroughtitawaywithme。

  Youmusttellherthatallourplansarebroken,thatwehavecertainknowledgethatthepoliceareonthetrackofthisDusonaffair。GethertoyourhouseinPontStreet,andIwillberoundthisafternoon。Orbetterstill,takehertomine。“

  LadyCareysteppedbackontothepavement。Shewasstill,however,hesitating。

  “LeaveherwiththeDukeandDuchess,“thePrincesaid,“andshewilldinewithherhusbandto-night。“

  LadyCareytookthekeyfromhishand。

  “Iwilltry,“shesaid。“HowshallyouknowwhetherIsucceed?“

  “Iwillwaitinthegardens,“heanswered。“Ishallbeoutofsight,butIshallbeabletoseeyoucomeout。IfyouarealoneIshallcometoyou。IfsheiswithyouIshallbeatyourhouseinanhour,andIpromiseyouthatsheshallleaveEnglandto-nightwithme。“

  “PoorBrott!“shemurmuredironically。

  ThePrincesmiled。

  “Hewillfollowher。EveryonewillbelievethattheyleftLondontogether。Thatisallthatisrequired。“

  LadyCareyre-enteredthehouse。ThePrincemadehiswayintothegardens。Tenminutespassed-aquarterofanhour。ThenLadyCareywithLucillereappeared,andsteppingquicklyintothevictoriaweredrivenaway。ThePrincedrewalittlesighofrelief。Helookedathiswatch,calledahansom,anddrovetohisclubforlunch。

  Anotherman,whohadalsobeenwatchingDorsetRousefromthegardensforseveralhours,alsonotedLucille’sadventwithrelief。

  HefollowedthePrinceoutandenteredanotherhansom。

  “Followthatvictoriawhichhasjustdrivenoff,“heordered。

  “Don’tlosesightofit。Doublefare。“

  Thetrap-doorfell,andthemanwhippeduphishorse。

  Mr。Sabinreceivedanearlyvisitorwhilststilllingeringoveraslightbutelegantbreakfast。Passmoreseatedhimselfinaneasy-chairandacceptedthecigarwhichhishosthimselfselectedforhim。

  “Iamgladtoseeyou,“Mr。Sabinsaid。“ThisaffairofDuson’sremainsacompletemysterytome。Iamlookingtoyoutohelpmesolveit。“

  Thelittlemanwiththeimperturbablefaceremovedhiscigarfromhismouthandcontemplateditsteadfastly。

  “Itismysterious,“hesaid。“Therearecircumstancesinconnectionwithitwhichevennowpuzzlemeverymuch,verymuchindeed。TherearecircumstancesinconnectionwithitalsowhichIfearmaybeashocktoyou,sir。“

  “Mylife,“Mr。Sabinsaid,withafaintsmile,“hasbeenmadeupofshocks。Afewmoreorlessmaynothurtme。“

  “Duson,“thedetectivesaid,“wasatheartafaithfulservant!“

  “Ibelieveit,“Mr。Sabinsaid。

  “Hewasmuchattachedtoyou!“

  “Ibelieveit。“

  “Itispossiblethatunwittinglyhediedforyou。“

  Mr。Sabinwassilent。Itwashiswayofavoidingaconfessionofsurprise。Andhewassurprised。“Youbelievethen,“hesaid,“afteramoment’spause,“thatthepoisonwasintendedforme?“

  “CertainlyIdo,“thedetectiveanswered。“Dusonwas,afterall,avalet,apersonoflittleimportance。Thereisnoonetowhomhisremovalcouldhavebeenofsufficientimportancetojustifysuchextrememeasures。Withyouitisdifferent。“

  Mr。Sabinknockedtheashfromhiscigarette。

  “Whynotbefrankwithme,Mr。Passmore?“hesaid。“Thereisnoneedtoshelteryourselfunderprofessionalreticence。YourconnectionwithScotlandYardended,Ibelieve,sometimeago。Youarefreetospeakortokeepsilence。Dooneortheother。Tellmewhatyouthink,andIwilltellyouwhatIknow。Thatsurelywillbeafairexchange。Youshallhavemyfactsforyoursurmises。“

  Passmore’sthinlipscurledintoasmile。“YouknowthatIhaveleftScotlandYardthen,sir?“

  “Quitewell!Youareemployedbythemoften,Ibelieve,butyouarenotonthestaff,notsincetheaffairofNermanandthecodebook。“

  IfPassmorehadbeencapableofreverence,hiseyeslookeditatthatmoment。

  “Youknewthislastnight,sir?“

  “Certainly!“

  “Fiveyearsago,sir,“hesaid,“Itoldmychiefthatinyouthedetectivepoliceoftheworldhadlostonewhomusthavebeentheirking。Moreandmoreyouconvincemeofit。IcannotbelievethatyouareignorantofthesalientpointsconcerningDuson’sdeath。“

  “Treatmeasbeingso,atanyrate,“Mr。Sabinsaid。

  “Iampardoned,“Passmoresaid,“forspeakingplainlyoffamilymatters-myconcerninwhichisofcoursepurelyprofessional?“

  Mr。Sabinlookedupforamoment,buthesignifiedhisassent。

  “YouleftAmerica,“Passmoresaid,“insearchofyourwife,formerlyCountessofRadantz,whohadleftyouunexpectedly。“

  “Itistrue!“Mr。Sabinanswered。

  “MadamelaDuchesseonreachingLondonbecametheguestoftheDuchessofDorset,whereshehasbeenstayingsince。WhilstthereshehasreceivedmanyvisitsfromMr。ReginaldBrott。“

  Mr。Sabin’sfacewasasthefaceofasphinx。Hemadenosign。

  “Youdonotwasteyourtime,sir,overtheSocietypapers。YetyouhaveprobablyheardthatMadamelaDuchesseandMr。ReginaldBrotthavebeenwrittenaboutandspokenaboutasintimatefriends。Theyhavebeenseentogethereverywhere。Gossiphasbeenbusywiththeirnames。Mr。BrotthasfollowedtheCountessintocircleswhichbeforehercominghezealouslyeschewed。TheCountessiseverywhereregardedasawidow,andamarriagehasbeenconfidentlyspokenof。“

  Mr。Sabinbowedhisheadslightly。Butofexpressiontherewasinhisfacenosign。

  “Thesethings,“Passmorecontinued,“arecommonknowledge。Ihavespokenuptonowofnothingwhichisnotknowntotheworld。I

  proceeddifferently。“

  “Good!“Mr。Sabinsaid。

  “Thereis,“Passmorecontinued,“intheforeigndistrictofLondonamannamedEmilSachs,whokeepsacurioussortofawine-shop,andsupplementshisearningsbydisposingatahighfigureofcertainrareanddeadlypoisons。AfewdaysagotheCountessvisitedhimandsecuredasmallpacketofthemostdeadlydrugthemanpossesses。“

  Mr。Sabinsatquitestill。Hewasunmoved。

  “TheCountess,“Passmorecontinued,“shortlyafterwardsvisitedtheserooms。AnhourafterherdepartureDusonwasdead。Hediedfromdrinkingoutofyourliqueurglass,intowhichafewspecksofthatpowder,invisiblealmosttothenakedeye,hadbeendropped。

  AtDorsetHouseReginaldBrottwaswaitingforher。Heleftshortlyafterwardsinastateofagitation。“

  “Andfromthesethings,“Mr。Sabinsaid,“youdraw,Ipresume,thenaturalinferencethatMadamelaDuchesse,desiringtomarryheroldadmirer,ReginaldBrott,firstleftmeinAmerica,andthen,sinceIfollowedherhere,attemptedtopoisonme“Thereis,“Passmoresaid,“agooddealofevidencetothateffect。“

  “Here,“Mr。Sabinsaid,handinghimDuson’sletter,“issomeevidencetothecontrary。“

  Passmorereadthelettercarefully。

  “Youbelievethis,“heasked,“tobegenuine?“

  Mr。Sabinsmiled。

  “Iamsureofit!“heanswered。

  “Yourecognisethehandwriting?“

  “Certainly!“

  “Andthiscameintoyourpossession-how?“

  “IfounditonthetablebyDuson’sside。“

  “Youintendtoproduceitattheinquest?“

  “Ithinknot,“Mr。Sabinanswered。

  Therewasashortsilence。Passmorewasrevolvingacertainmatterinhismind-thinkinghard。Mr。Sabinwasapparentlytryingtomakeringsofthebluesmokefromhiscigarette。

  “Hasitoccurredtoyou,“Passmoreasked,“towonderforwhatreasonyourwifevisitedtheseroomsonthemorningofDuson’sdeath?“

  Mr。Sabinshookhishead。

  “Icannotsaythatithas。“

  “Sheknewthatyouwerenothere,“Passmorecontinued。“Sheleftnomessage。Shecamecloselyveiledanddepartedunrecognised。“

  Mr。Sabinnodded。

  “Therewerereasons,“hesaid,“forthat。Butwhenyousaythatsheleftnomessageyouaremistaken。“

  Passmorenodded。

  “Goon,“hesaid。

  Mr。SabinnoddedtowardsagreatvaseofLaFrancerosesuponasidetable。

  “Ifoundthesehereonmyreturn,“hesaid,“andattachedtothemthecardwhichIbelieveisstillthere。Goandlookatit。“

  Passmoreroseandbentoverthefragrantblossoms。Thecardstillremained,andonthebackofit,inadelicatefemininehandwriting:

  “Formyhusband,“withlovefrom“Lucille。“

  Mr。Passmoreshruggedhisshoulders。Hehadnottheviceofobstinacy,andheknewwhentoabandonatheory。

  “Iamcorrected,“hesaid。“Inanycase,amysteryremainsaswellworthsolving。WhoarethesepeopleatwhoseinstigationDusonwastohavemurderedyou-thesepeoplewhomDusonfearedsomuchthatsuicidewashisonlyalternativetoobeyingtheirbehests?“

  Mr。Sabinsmiledfaintly。

  “Ah,mydearPassmore,“hesaid,“youmustnotaskmethatquestion。

  Icanonlyansweryouinthisway。Ifyouwishtomakethebiggestsensationwhichhaseverbeencreatedinthecriminalworld,torenderyourselfimmortal,andyourfameimperishable-findout!I

  maynothelpyou,Idoubtwhetheryouwillfindanytohelpyou。Butifyouwantexcitement,theexcitementofadangerouschaseafteratremendousquarry,takeyourlifeinyourhands,goinandwin。

  Passmore’switheredlittlefacelitupwithagleamofrareexcitement。

  “Theseareyourenemies,sir,“hesaid。“Theyhaveattemptedyourlifeonce,theymaydoitagain。Assumetheoffensiveyourself。

  Givemeahint。“

  Mr。Sabinshookhishead。

  “ThatIcannotdo,“hesaid。“Ihavesavedyoufromwastingyourtimeonafalsescent。Ihavegivenyousomethingdefinitetoworkupon。FurtherthanthatIcandonothing。“

  Passmorelookedhisdisappointment,butheknewMr。Sabinbetterthantoarguethematter。

  “Youwillnotevenproducethatletterattheinquest?“heasked。

  “Noteventhat,“Mr。Sabinanswered。

  Passmorerosetohisfeet。

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