The BetrayalOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Betrayal
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
"I am a complete stranger to all of you," I murmured. "I am not
deserving in any way of such a position."
Lord Chelsford smiled.
"You underrate yourself, young man," he said drily, "or your college
professors have wandered from the truth. Still, your surprise is
natural, I admit. I will explain a little further. Our choice is more
limited than you might think. At least fifty names were proposed, all
of them of young men of the highest character. Each one, however, had
some possibly doubtful relative or association or custom in life. It is
evident that there is treachery somewhere in the very highest quarters.
These young men were sure to be brought into contact with it. Now it
was Ray's idea to seek for some one wholly outside the diplomatic world,
living in a spot remote from London, with as few friends as possible,
who would have no sentimental objections to the surveillance of
detectives. You appear to us to be suitable."
"It is a wonderful offer!" I exclaimed.
"In a sense it is," Lord Chelsford continued. "The remuneration, of
course, will be high, but the post itself may not be a permanency, and
you will live all the time at high pressure. The Duke will place a
small house at your disposal, and it will be required that you form no
new acquaintances without reference to him, nor must you leave this
place on any account without permission. You will virtually be a
prisoner, and if certain of my suspicions are correct you may even find
the post one of great physical danger. On the other hand, you will have
a thousand a year salary, and a sum of five thousand pounds in two
years' time if all is well."
Excitement seemed to have steadied my nerves. I forgot all the minor
tragedies which had been real enough things to face only a few hours
ago. I spoke calmly and decisively.
"I accept, Lord Chelsford," I said. "I shall count my life a small
thing indeed against my fidelity."
He drummed idly with his forefinger upon the table. His eyes were
wandering around the room absently. His face was calm and
expressionless.
"Very well, then," he said, "my business here is settled. I shall leave
it with the Duke to acquaint you with the practical details of your
work, and our arrangement."
He rose to his feet. The Duke glanced at his watch.
"You have only just time for the train," he remarked. "The car shall
take you there. I prefer to walk back, and I have something further to
say to Mr. Ducaine."
Lord Chelsford took leave of me briefly, and the Duke, after
accompanying him outside, returned to his former seat. I ventured upon
an incoherent attempt to express my gratitude, which he at once waved
aside. He leaned over the table, and he fixed his eyes steadfastly upon
me.
"I am able now," he said, "to ask you a question postponed from the
other day. It is concerning the man who was found dead in the creek."
His merciless eyes noted my start.
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