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The Yellow Crayon by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"I am ready," he said, "but it is only fair to give you this warning.
I am the Duke of Souspennier, and I am well known in England and
France. The paper which you saw me hand to the porter in the hall
as we stepped into the elevator was a despatch in cipher to the
English Ambassador at Washington, claiming his protection. If you
take me to prison to-night you will have him to deal with to-morrow."

Mr. Horser bore himself in defeat better than at any time during
the encounter. He turned to the constables.

"Go down stairs and wait for me in the hall," he ordered. "You too,
Skinner."

They left the room. Horser turned to Mr. Sabin, and the veins on
his forehead stood out like whipcord.

"I know when I'm beaten," he said. "Keep your report, and be damned
to you. But remember that you and I have a score to settle, and you
can ask those who know me how often Dick Horser comes out underneath
in the long run."

He followed the others. Mr. Sabin sat down in his easy-chair with a
quiet smile upon his lips. Once more he glanced through the brief
report. Then his eyes half closed, and he sat quite still--a tired,
weary-looking man, almost unnaturally pale.

"They have kept their word," he said softly to himself, "after many
years. After many years!"

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