"Break it open!" he cried to the policemen.
They hammered upon it with their clubs. Mr. Sabin"s quiet voice came to them from the other side.
"Pray do not disturb me, gentlemen," he said. "I am reading."
"Break it open, you d.a.m.ned fools!" Horser cried. They battered at it st.u.r.dily, but the door was a solid one. Suddenly they heard the key turn in the lock. Mr. Sabin stood upon the threshold.
"Gentlemen!" he exclaimed. "These are my private apartments. Why this violence?"
He held out the paper.
"This is mine," he said. "The information which it contains is bought and paid for. But if the giving it up will procure me the privilege of your departure, pray take it."
Horser was purple with rage. He pointed with shaking fist to the still, calm figure.
"Arrest him," he ordered. "Take him to the cells."
Mr. Sabin shrugged his shoulders.
"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 Amba.s.sador 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 d.a.m.ned to you. But remember that you and I have a score to settle, and you can ask those who know me how often d.i.c.k 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!"
Duson came in to undress him shortly afterwards. He saw signs of the struggle, but made no comment. Mr. Sabin, after a moment"s hesitation, took a phial from his pocket and poured a few drops into a winegla.s.sful of water.
"Duson," he said, "bring me some despatch forms and a pencil."
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Sabin wrote for several moments. Then he placed the forms in an envelope, sealed it, and handed it to Duson.
"Duson," he said, "that fellow Horser is annoyed with me. If I should be arrested on any charge, or should fail to return to the hotel within reasonable time, break that seal and send off the telegrams."
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Sabin yawned.
"I need sleep," he said. "Do not call me to-morrow morning until I ring.
And, Duson!"
"Yes, sir."
"The Campania will sail from New York somewhere about the tenth of October. I wish to secure the whole of stateroom number twenty-eight. Go round to the office as soon as they open, secure that room if possible, and pay a deposit. No other will do. Also one for yourself."
"Very good, sir."
CHAPTER VI
"Here"s a lady inquiring for you, sir--just gone up to your room in the elevator," the hotel clerk remarked to Mr. Sabin as he paused on his way to the door to hand in his key. "Shall I send a boy up?"
Mr. Sabin hesitated.
"A lady?" he remarked tentatively.
The hotel clerk nodded.
"Yes. I didn"t notice the name, but she was an Englishwoman. I"ll send up."
"Thank you, I will return," Mr. Sabin said. "If I should miss her on the way perhaps you will kindly redirect her to my rooms."
He rang for the elevator, and was swiftly transported to his own floor.
The door of his sitting-room was open. Duson was talking to a tall fair woman, who turned swiftly round at the sound of his approach.
"Ah, they found you, then!" she exclaimed, coming towards him with outstretched hands. "Isn"t this a strange place and a strange country for us to meet once more in?"
He greeted her gallantly, but with a certain reserve, of which she was at once aware.
"Are there any countries in the world left which are strange to so great a traveler as Lady Muriel Carey?" he said. "The papers here have been full of your wonderful adventures in South Africa."
She laughed.
"Everything shockingly exaggerated, of course," she declared. "I have really been plagued to death since I got here with interviewers, and that sort of person. I wonder if you know how glad I am to see you again?"
"You are very kind, indeed," he said. "Certainly there was no one whom I expected less to see over here. You have come for the yacht races, I suppose?"
She looked at him with a faint smile and raised eyebrows.
"Come," she said, "shall we lie to one another? Is it worth while?
Candour is so much more original."
"Candour by all means then, I beg," he answered.
"I have come over with the Dalkeiths, ostensibly to see the yacht races.