Whilst there
she has received many visits from Mr. Reginald Brott."
Mr. Sabin's face was as the face of a sphinx. He made no sign.
"You do not waste your time, sir, over the Society papers. Yet you
have probably heard that Madame la Duchesse and Mr. Reginald Brott
have been written about and spoken about as intimate friends. They
have been seen together everywhere. Gossip has been busy with their
names. Mr. Brott has followed the Countess into circles which
before her coming he zealously eschewed. The Countess is everywhere
regarded as a widow, and a marriage has been confidently spoken of."
Mr. Sabin bowed his head slightly. But of expression there was in
his face no sign.
"These things," Passmore continued, "are common knowledge. I have
spoken up to now of nothing which is not known to the world. I
proceed differently."
"Good!" Mr. Sabin said.
"There is," Passmore continued, "in the foreign district of London
a man named Emil Sachs, who keeps a curious sort of a wine-shop, and
supplements his earnings by disposing at a high figure of certain
rare and deadly poisons. A few days ago the Countess visited him
and secured a small packet of the most deadly drug the man possesses."
Mr. Sabin sat quite still. He was unmoved.
"The Countess," Passmore continued, "shortly afterwards visited
these rooms.
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