The Yellow Crayon by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"Very good, sir."
"You were Mrs. Peterson's servant, Duson, before you were mine!" "Yes, sir." "You have been with her, I believe, for many years. You are doubtless much attached to her!" "Indeed I am, sir!" "You may have surmised, Duson, that she has left me. I desire to ensure your absolute fidelity, so I take you into my confidence to this extent. Your mistress is in the hands of those who have some power over her. Her absence is involuntary so far as she is concerned. It has been a great blow to me. I am prepared to run all risks to discover her whereabouts. It is late in my life for adventures, but it is very certain that adventures and dangers are before us. In accompanying me you will associate yourself with many risks. Therefore--" Duson held up his hand. "I beg, sir," he exclaimed, "that you will not suggest for a moment my leaving your service on that account. I beg most humbly, sir, that you will not do me that injustice." Mr. Sabin paused. His eyes, like lightning, read the other's face. "It is settled then, Duson," he said. "Kindly pay this cabman, and |
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