The BetrayalOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Betrayal
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
I sat down in my chair and tried to read, but the effort was useless.
Directly opposite to me was that black uncurtained window. Every time I
looked up it seemed to become once more the frame for a white evil face.
At last I could bear it no longer. I rose and left the house. I
wandered capless across the marshes to where the wet seaweed lay strewn
about, and the long waves came rolling shorewards; a wilderness now
indeed of grey mists, of dark silent tongues of sea-water cleaving the
land. There was no wind-no other sound than the steadfast monotonous
lapping of the waves upon the sands. Along that road he had come; the
faintly burning light upon my table showed where he had pressed his face
against the window. Then he had wandered on, past the storm-bent tree
at the turn of the road pointing landwards. A few yards farther was the
creek from which we had dragged him. The events of the night struggled
to reconstruct themselves in my mind, and I fought against their slow
coalescence. I did not wish to remember--to believe. In my heart I
felt that for some hidden reason Ray was my friend. This visit of the
Duke's, with whatever it might portend, was without doubt inspired by
him. And, on the other hand, there was the warning of Lady Angela, so
earnestly expressed, so solemn, almost sad. How could I see light
through all these things? How could I hope to understand?
The Duke came punctually, spruce and debonnair, a small rose in his
buttonhole, his wizened cheeks aglow with the smart of the stinging east
wind. With him came Lord Chelsford, whose face and figure were familiar
enough to me from the pages of the illustrated papers. Dark, spare, and
tall, he spoke seldom, but I felt all the while the merciless
investigation of his searching eyes. The Duke, on the other hand,
seemed to have thrown aside some part of his customary reserve. He
spoke at greater length and with more freedom than I had heard him.
"You see, Mr. Ducaine," he began, "I am not a man who makes idle
promises. I am here to offer you employment, if you are open to accept
a post of some importance, and also, to be frank with you, of some
danger."
"If I am qualified for the post, your Grace," I answered, "I shall be
only too willing to do my best. But you must excuse me if I express
exactly what is in my mind. I am almost a stranger to you. I am a
complete stranger to Lord Chelsford. How can you rely upon my
trustworthiness? You must have so many young men to choose from who are
personally known to you. Why do you come to me?"
The Duke smiled grimly.
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