"
She stamped her foot lightly upon the floor.
"How impossible you are," she exclaimed. "I can tell you by what
train Lucille and Reginald Brott will leave London to-night. I can
tell you why Lucille is bound to go."
"Now," Mr. Sabin said, "you are beginning to get interesting."
"Lucille must go--or run the risk of arrest for complicity in the
murder of Duson."
"Are you serious?" Mr. Sabin asked, with admirably assumed gravity.
"Is it a jesting matter?" she answered fiercely. "Lucille bought
poison, the same poison which it will be proved that Duson died of.
She came here, she was the last person to enter your room before
Duson was found dead. The police are even now searching for her.
Escape is her only chance."
"Dear me," Mr. Sabin said. "Then it is not only for Brott's sake
that she is running away."
"What does that matter? She is going, and she is going with him."
"And why," he asked, "do you come to give me warning? I have plenty
of time to interpose."
"You can try if you will. Lucille is in hiding. She will not see
you if you go to her. She is determined. Indeed, she has no
choice. Lucille is a brave woman in many ways, but you know that
she fears death. She is in a corner. She is forced to go."
"Again," he said, "I feel that I must ask you why do you give me
warning?"
She came and stood close to him.
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