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

"The Yellow Crayon"

Sabin said. "I shall
deposit the letter in a safe place. But its use will never be
necessary. You are the only man who might have forced me to produce
it, and you know the truth."
Passmore rose reluctantly.
"I want you," Mr. Sabin said, "to leave me not only your address,
but the means of finding you at any moment during the next
four-and-twenty hours. I may have some important work for you."
The man smiled as he tore leaf from his pocketbook and a made a
few notes.
"I shall be glad to take any commission from you, sir," he said.
"To tell you the truth, I scarcely thought that you would be content
to sit down and wait."
Mr. Sabin smiled.
"I think," he said, "that very shortly I can find you plenty to do."

CHAPTER XXXVII
Mr. Sabin a few minutes afterwards ordered his carriage, and was
driven to Dorset House. He asked for Lucille, but was shown at once
into the library, where the Duke was awaiting him. Then Mr. Sabin
knew that something had happened.
The Duke extended his hand solemnly.
"My dear Souspennier," he said, "I am glad to see you. I was in
fact on the point of despatching a messenger to your hotel."
"I am glad," Mr. Sabin remarked, "that my visit is opportune. To
tell you the truth, Duke, I am anxious to see my wife."
The Duke coughed.
"I trust," he said, "that you will not for a moment consider me
guilty of any discourtesy to the Countess, for whom I have a great
respect and liking.


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