Mysterious Mr. SabinOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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Mysterious Mr. Sabin
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
There was no need. Already the library was half full of hastily dressed
servants, awakened by the sound of the Admiral's revolver. Pale and
terrified, but never more self-composed, Lady Deringham stepped out to
them in a long, white dressing-gown.
"What has happened?" she cried. "Who is it, Wolfenden--has your father
shot any one?"
But Wolfenden shook his head, as he stood for a moment upright, and
looked into his mother's face.
"There is a man hurt," he said; "it is Heggs, I think, but he is not
shot. The evil is not of our doing!"
CHAPTER XXIX
"IT WAS MR. SABIN"
It was still an hour or two before dawn. No trace whatever of the
marauders had been discovered either outside the house or within. With
difficulty the Earl had been persuaded to relinquish his smoking
revolver, and had retired to his room. The doors had all been locked,
and two of the most trustworthy servants left in charge of the library.
Wolfenden had himself accompanied his father upstairs and after a few
words with him had returned to his own apartment. With his mother he had
scarcely exchanged a single sentence. Once their eyes had met and he had
immediately looked away. Nevertheless he was not altogether unprepared
for that gentle knocking at his door which came about half an hour after
the house was once more silent.
He rose at once from his chair--it seemed scarcely a night for
sleep--and opened it cautiously. It was Lady Deringham who stood there,
white and trembling. He held out his hand and she leaned heavily on it
during her passage into the room.
He wheeled his own easy chair before the fire and helped her into it.
She seemed altogether incapable of speech. She was trembling violently,
and her face was perfectly bloodless. Wolfenden dropped on his knees by
her side and began chafing her hands. The touch of his fingers seemed to
revive her. She was not already judged then. She lifted her eyes and
looked at him sorrowfully.
"What do you think of me, Wolfenden?" she asked.
"I have not thought about it at all," he answered. "I am only wondering.
You have come to explain everything?"
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