If the poisoner be
sufficiently accomplished he can pursue his--calling without the
faintest risk of detection."
Mr. Sabin sipped his wine thoughtfully.
"The Prince is, I believe, right," he remarked. "It is for that
reason, doubtless, that I have heard of men whose lives have been
threatened, who have deposited in safe places a sealed statement of
the danger in which they find themselves, with an account of its
source, so that if they should come to an end in any way mysterious
there may be evidence against their murderers."
"A very reasonable and judicious precaution," the Prince remarked
with glittering eyes. "Only if the poison was indeed of such a
nature that it was not possible to trace it nothing worse than
suspicion could ever be the lot of any one."
Mr. Sabin helped himself carefully to salad, and resumed the
discussion with his next course.
"Perhaps not," he admitted. "But you must remember that suspicion
is of itself a grievous embarrassment. No man likes to feel that
he is being suspected of murder. By the bye, is it known whom the
unfortunate person was?"
"The servant of a French nobleman who is staying in the hotel," Mr.
Brott remarked. "I heard as much as that."
Mr. Sabin smiled. Lady Carey glanced at him meaningly.
"You have worried the Prince quite sufficiently," she whispered.
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