Sabin.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said, "but the manager would be much
obliged if you would spare him a moment or two in his private room
as soon as possible."
Mr. Sabin nodded.
"In a few minutes," he answered.
The little party broke up almost immediately. Coffee was ordered
in the palm court, where the band was playing. Mr. Sabin and the
Prince fell a little behind the others on the way out of the room.
"You heard my summons?" Mr. Sabin asked.
"Yes!"
"I am going to be cross-examined as regards Duson. I am no longer
a member of the Order. What is to prevent my setting them upon
the right track?"
"The fact," the Prince said coolly, "that you are hoping one day
to recover Lucille."
"I doubt," Mr. Sabin said, "whether you are strong enough to keep
her from me."
The Prince smiled. All his white teeth were showing.
"Come," he said, "you know better than--much better than that.
Lucille must wait her release. You know that."
"I will buy it," Mr. Sabin said, "with a lie to the manager here,
or I will tell the truth and still take her from you."
The Prince stood upon the topmost step of the balcony. Below was
the palm court, with many little groups of people dotted about.
"My dear friend," he said, "Duson died absolutely of his own free
will. You know that quite well.
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