There is a very beautiful woman staying with her
--the Countess Radantz. A Hungarian, I believe."
Mr. Sabin sat quite still. His face was turned away from Helene.
She herself was smiling out of the window at some acquaintances.
"I wonder if there is anything more that I can tell you?" she asked
presently.
He turned towards her with a faint smile.
"You have told me," he said, "all that I want to know."
She was struck by the change in his face, the quietness of his tone
was ominous.
"Am I meant to understand?" she said dubiously "because I don't in
the least. It seems to me that have told you nothing. I cannot
imagine what Mr. Brott and you have in common."
"If your invitation to lunch still holds good," he said, "may I
accept it? Afterwards, if you can spare me a few minutes I will
make things quite clear to you."
She laughed.
"You will find," she declared, "that I shall leave you little peace
for luncheon. I am consumed with curiosity."
CHAPTER XV
Nevertheless, Mr. Sabin lunched with discretion, as usual, but with
no lack of appetite. It chanced that they were alone. Lord
Camperdown was down in the Midlands for a day's hunting, and Helene
had ensured their seclusion from any one who might drop in by a
whispered word to the hall porter as they passed into the house.
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