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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