"
"There was Lefanu," Lord Robert murmured.
"He died," Mr. Sabin answered. "That was reasonable enough."
"Your services had been great," Lord Robert said, "and your fault
was but venial."
"Nevertheless," Mr. Sabin said, "the one was logical, the other is
not."
"You claim, then," the young man said, "to be still within the
circle?"
"Certainly!"
"You are aware that this is a very dangerous claim?"
Mr. Sabin smiled, but he said nothing. Lord Robert hastened to
excuse himself.
"I beg your pardon," he said. "I should have known better than
to have used such a word to you. Permit me to take my leave."
Mr. Sabin rose.
"I thank you, sir," he said, "for the courteous manner in which you
have discharged your mission."
Lord Robert bowed.
"My good wishes," he said, "are yours."
Mr. Sabin when alone called Duson to him.
"Have you any report to make, Duson?" he asked.
"None, sir!"
Mr. Sabin dismissed him impatiently.
"After all, I am getting old. He is young and he is strong--a
worthy antagonist. Come, let us see what this little volume has
to say about him."
He turned over the pages rapidly and read aloud.
"Reginald Cyril Brott, born 18--, son of John Reginald Brott, Esq.,
of Manchester. Educated at Harrow and Merton College, Cambridge,
M.A., LL.
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