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larger sum will await you at Baring's Bank in New York. You will go
there and buy a small restaurant in the business quarter. This is
your last chance, Emil. I give it to you for the sake of Annette."
"And I accept it, monsieur, with gratitude."
"For the present "
Mr. Sabin stopped short. His quick ears had caught the swish of
woman's gown passing along the passage outside. Emil too had
heard it.
"It is the dark lady," he whispered, "who purchased from me the
other powder. See, I open gently this door. Monsieur must both
see and hear."
The door at the end of the passage was opened. A woman stepped out
into the little bar and made her way towards the door. Here she
was met by a man entering. Mr. Sabin held up his forefinger to stop
the terrified exclamation which trembled on Emil's lips. The woman
was Lucille, the man the Prince. It was Lucille who was speaking.
"You have followed me, Prince. It is intolerable."
"Dear Lucille, it is for your own sake. These are not fit parts
for you to visit alone."
"It is my own business," she answered coldly.
The Prince appeared to be in a complaisant mood.
"Come," he said, "the affair is not worth a quarrel. I ask you no
questions. Only since we are here I propose that we test the
cooking of the good Annette. We will lunch together.
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