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

"The Yellow Crayon"


Added to that she is living apart from her husband, and is known to
be on bad terms with him."
Brott as gripping the back of a chair. He was white to the lips.
"You don't think," he cried hoarsely. "You can't believe--"
"No" the Prince answered quickly, "I don't believe anything of the
sort. I will tell you as man to man that I believe she wished Mr.
Sabin dead. You yourself should know why. But no, I don't believe
she went so far as that. It was an accident. But what we have to
do is to save her. Will you help?"
"Yes."
"She must cross to the Continent to-night before the police get on
the scent. Afterwards she must double back to Havre and take the
Bordlaise for New York on Saturday. Once there I can guarantee her
protection."
"Well?"
"She cannot go alone."
"You mean that I should go with her?"
"Yes! Get her right away, and I will employ special detectives and
have the matter cleared up, if ever it can be. But if she remains
here I fear that nothing can save her from the horror of an arrest,
even if afterwards we are able to save her. You yourself risk much,
Brott. The only question that remains is, will you do it?"
"At her bidding--yes!" Brott declared.
"Wait here," the Prince answered.

CHAPTER XXXIX
Saxe Leinitzer returned to the morning-room, and taking the key
from his pocket unlocked the door.


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