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

"The Yellow Crayon"


"Your wit," he said, "is a little coarse. Listen! You wish our
first plan to go through?"
"Of course!"
"Then you must get Lucille out of that house. If she is left there
she is absolutely lost to us. Apart from that, she is herself not
safe. Our plan worked out too well. She is really in danger from
this Duson affair."
The laughter died away from Lady Carey's face. She hesitated with
her foot upon the step of her carriage.
"You can go back easily enough," the Prince said. "You are the
Duke's cousin, and you were not included in his tirade. Lucille is
in the morning-room, and here is the key. I brought it away with me.
You must tell her that all our plans are broken, that we have
certain knowledge that the police are on the track of this Duson
affair. Get her to your house in Pont Street, and I will be round
this afternoon. Or better still, take her to mine."
Lady Carey stepped back on to the pavement. She was still, however,
hesitating.
"Leave her with the Duke and Duchess," the Prince said, "and she will
dine with her husband to-night."
Lady Carey took the key from his hand.
"I will try," she said. "How shall you know whether I succeed?"
"I will wait in the gardens," he answered. "I shall be out of sight,
but I shall be able to see you come out. If you are alone I shall
come to you.


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