Mysterious Mr. SabinOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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Mysterious Mr. Sabin
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"I--don't think so," she admitted.
"Well, do be reasonable then. First of all tell me all about it."
She nodded, and began at once, now and then lifting her eyes to his,
mostly gazing fixedly at the gloves which she was smoothing carefully
out upon her knee.
"I think," she said, "that Lord Deringham is not so well. What he has
been writing has become more and more incoherent, and it has been very
difficult to copy it at all. I have done my best but he has never seemed
satisfied; and he has taken to watch me in an odd sort of way, just as
though I was doing something wrong all the time. You know he fancies
that the work he is putting together is of immense importance. Of course
I don't know that it isn't. All I do know is that it sounds and reads
like absolute rubbish, and it's awfully difficult to copy. He writes
very quickly and uses all manner of abbreviations, and if I make a
single mistake in typing it he gets horribly cross."
Wolfenden laughed softly.
"Poor little girl! Go on."
She smiled too, and continued with less constraint in her tone.
"I didn't really mind that so much, as of course I have been getting
a lot of money for the work, and one can't have everything. But just
lately he seems to have got the idea that I have been making two copies
of this rubbish and keeping one back. He has kept on coming into
the room unexpectedly, and has sat for hours watching me in a most
unpleasant manner. I have not been allowed to leave the house, and
all my letters have been looked over; it has been perfectly horrid."
"I am very sorry," Wolfenden said. "Of course you knew though that it
was going to be rather difficult to please my father, didn't you? The
doctors differ a little as to his precise mental condition, but we are
all aware that he is at any rate a trifle peculiar."
She smiled a little bitterly.
"Oh! I am not complaining," she said. "I should have stood it somehow
for the sake of the money; but I haven't told you everything yet. The
worst part, so far as I am concerned, is to come."
"I am very sorry," he said; "please go on."
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