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

"The Yellow Crayon"

If she is with you I shall be at your house in an
hour, and I promise you that she shall leave England to-night with
me."
"Poor Brott!" she murmured ironically.
The Prince smiled.
"He will follow her. Every one will believe that they left London
together. That is all that is required."
Lady Carey re-entered the house. The Prince made his way into the
gardens. Ten minutes passed--a quarter of an hour. Then Lady Carey
with Lucille reappeared, and stepping quickly into the victoria were
driven away. The Prince drew a little sigh of relief. He looked at
his watch, called a hansom, and drove to his club for lunch.
Another man, who had also been watching Dorset House from the
gardens for several hours, also noted Lucille's advent with relief.
He followed the Prince out and entered another hansom.
"Follow that victoria which has just driven off," he ordered.
"Don't lose sight of it. Double fare."
The trap-door fell, and the man whipped up his horse.

CHAPTER XXXVI
Mr. Sabin received an early visitor whilst still lingering over
a slight but elegant breakfast. Passmore seated himself in an
easy-chair and accepted the cigar which his host himself selected
for him.
"I am glad to see you," Mr. Sabin said. "This affair of Duson's
remains a complete mystery to me. I am looking to you to help me
solve it.


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