I regret," Mr. Sabin said to Felix as they sat side by side in the small coupe, "that your stay in this country will be so brief."
"Indeed," Felix answered. "May I ask what you call brief?"
Mr. Sabin looked out of the carriage window.
"We are already," he said, "on the way to England."
Felix laughed.
"This," he said, "is like old times."
Mr. Sabin smiled.
"The system of espionage here," he remarked, "is painfully primitive.
It lacks finesse and judgment. The fact that I have taken expensive rooms on the Campania, and that I have sent many packages there, that my own belongings are still in my rooms untouched, seems to our friends conclusive evidence that I am going to attempt to leave America by that boat. They have, I believe, a warrant for my arrest on some ridiculous charge which they intend to present at the last moment. They will not have the opportunity."
"But there is no other steamer sailing to-morrow, is there?" Felix asked.
"Not from New York," Mr. Sabin answered, "but it was never my intention to sail from New York. We are on our way to Boston now, and we sail in the Saxonia at six o'clock to-morrow morning.
"We appear to be stopping at the Waldorf," Felix remarked.
"It is quite correct," Mr. Sabin answered. "Follow me through the hall as quickly as possible. There is another carriage waiting at the other entrance, and I expect to find in it Duson and my dressing-case.
They alighted and made their way though the crowded vestibules. At the Thirty-fourth Street entrance a carriage was drawn up. Duson was standing upon the pavement, his pale, nervous face whiter than ever under the electric light. Mr. Sabin stopped short.
"Felix," he said, "one word. If by any chance things have gone wrong they will not have made any arrangements to detain you. Catch the midnight train to Boston and embark on the Saxonia. There will be a cable for you at Liverpool. But the moment you leave me send this despatch."
Felix nodded and put the crumpled-up piece of paper in his pocket.
The two men passed on. Duson took off his hat, but his fingers were trembling. The carriage door was opened and a tall, spare man descended.
"This is Mr. Sabin?" he remarked.
Mr. Sabin bowed.
"That is my name," he admitted, "by which I have been generally called in this democratic country. What is your business with me?"
"I rather guess that you're my prisoner," the man answered. "If you'll step right in here we can get away quietly."
"The suggestion," Mr. Sabin remarked, "sounds inviting, but I am somewhat pressed for time. Might I inquire the nature of the charge you have against me?"
"They'll tell you that at the office," the man answered. "Get in, please."
Mr. Sabin looked around for Felix, but he had disappeared. He took out his cigarette-case.
"You will permit me first to light a cigarette," he remarked.
"All right! Only look sharp."
Mr. Sabin kept silence in the carriage. The drive was a long one.
When they descended he looked up at Duson, who sat upon the box.
"Duson," he said, and his voice, though low, was terrible, "I see that I can be mistaken in men. You are a villain."
The man sprung to his feet, hat in hand. His face was wrung with emotion.
"Your Grace," he said, "it is true that I betrayed you. But I did it without reward. I am a ruined man. I did it because the orders which came to me were such as I dare not disobey. Here are your keys, your Grace, and money."
Mr. Sabin looked at him steadily.
"You, too, Duson?"
"I too, alas, your Grace!"
Mr. Sabin considered for a moment.
"Duson," he said, "I retain you in my service. Take my luggage on board the Campania to-morrow afternoon, and pay the bill at the hotel. I shall join you on the boat."
Duson was amazed. The man who was standing by laughed.
"If you take my advice, sir," he remarked, "you'll order your clothes to be sent here. I've a kind of fancy the Campania will sail without you to-morrow."
"You have my orders, Duson," Mr. Sabin said. "You can rely upon seeing me."
The detective led the way into the building, and opened the door leading into a large, barely furnished office.
"Chief's gone home for the night, I guess," he remarked. "We can fix up a shakedown for you in one of the rooms behind."
"I thank you," Mr. Sabin said, sitting down in a high-backed wooden chair; "I decline to move until the charge against me is properly explained."
"There is no one here to do it just now," the man answered. Better make yourself comfortable for a bit."
"You detain me here, then," Mr. Sabin said, "without even a sight of your warrant or any intimation as to the charge against me?"
"Oh, the chief'll fix all that," the man answered. "Don't you worry."
Mr. Sabin smiled.
