We should have preferred that the
matter had been otherwise arranged. But as it is we are safe,
absolutely safe."
"Duson's letter!" Mr. Sabin remarked.
"You will not show it," the Prince answered. "You cannot. You
have kept it too long. And, after all, you cannot escape from the
main fact. Duson committed suicide."
"He was incited to murder. His letter proves it."
The Prince shrugged his shoulders.
"By whom? Ah, how your story would excite ridicule. I seem to
hear the laughter now. No, my dear Souspennier, you would bargain
for me with Lucille. Look below. Are we likely to part with her
just yet?"
In a corner, behind a gigantic palm, Lucille and Brott were talking
together. Lady Carey had drawn Opperman a little distance away.
Brott was talking eagerly, his cheeks flushed, his manner earnest.
Mr. Sabin turned upon his heel and walked away.
CHAPTER XXXII
Mr. Sabin, although he had registered at the hotel under his
accustomed pseudonym, had taken no pains to conceal his identity,
and was well known to the people in authority about the place. He
was received with all the respect due to his rank.
"Your Grace will, I trust, accept my most sincere apologies for
disturbing you," Mr. Hertz, the manager, said, rising and bowing at
his entrance. "We have here, however, an emissary connected with
the police come to inquire into the sad incident of this afternoon.
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