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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Yellow Crayon"


Nevertheless, I would have you know the truth. I am here for that,
and for no other purpose."
He rose slowly to his feet. She held out both her hands and
grasped his.
"Let me help you," she begged. "Do! This is not a matter of
politics or anything compromising. I am sure that I could be
useful to you."
"So you can," he answered quietly. "Do as I have asked you. Watch
Mr. Brott!"

CHAPTER XVI
Mr. Brott and Mr. Sabin dined together--not, as it happened, at
the House of Commons, but at the former's club in Pall Mall. For
Mr. Sabin it was not altogether an enjoyable meal. The club was
large, gloomy and political; the cooking was exactly of that order
which such surroundings seemed to require. Nor was Mr. Brott a
particularly brilliant host. Yet his guest derived a certain amount
of pleasure from the entertainment, owing to Brott's constant
endeavours to bring the conversation round to Lucille.
"I find," he said, as they lit their cigarettes, "that I committed
an indiscretion the other day at Camperdown House!"
Mr. Sabin assumed the puzzled air of one endeavouring to pin down
an elusive memory.
"Let me see," he murmured doubtfully. "It was in connection with--"
"The Countess Radantz. If you remember, I told you that it was her
desire just now to remain incognito.


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