I will come with you quite quietly. That is Mr. Reginald Brott, the
Cabinet Minister, and I have killed him."
CHAPTER XL
"For once," Lady Carey said, with a faint smile, "your 'admirable
Crichton' has failed you."
Lucille opened her eyes. She had been leaning back amongst the
railway cushions.
"I think not," she said. "Only I blame myself that I ever trusted
the Prince even so far as to give him that message. For I know
very well that if Victor had received it he would have been here."
Lady Carey took up a great pile of papers and looked them carelessly
through.
"I am afraid," she said, "that I do not agree with you. I do not
think that Saxe Leinitzer had any desire except to see you safely
away. I believe that he will be quite as disappointed as you are
that your husband is not here to aid you. Some one must see you
safely on the steamer at Havre. Perhaps he will come himself."
"I shall wait in Paris," Lucille said quietly, "for my husband."
"You may wait," Lady Carey said, "for a very long time."
Lucille looked at her steadily. "What do you mean?"
"What a fool you are, Lucille. If to other people it seems almost
certain on the face of it that you were responsible for that drop
of poison in your husband's liqueur glass, why should it not seem
so to himself?"
Lucille laughed, but there was a look of horror in her dark eyes.
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