The BetrayalOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Betrayal
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
"It has never been spoken," I reminded him. "It was written down,
glanced at by all of us, and destroyed."
The Duke nodded.
"You are right," he admitted. "The inference is positive enough. The
safe has been opened between the hours of ten at night and seven o'clock
this morning by--"
"By either myself, Colonel Ray, or your Grace," I said.
"I am not sure that I am prepared to admit that," the Duke objected
quietly.
"It is inevitable!" I declared.
"Only the very young use that word," the Duke said drily.
"I spoke only of what others must say," I answered.
"It is a _cul de sac_, I admit," the Duke said. "Nevertheless, Mr.
Ducaine, I am not prepared without consideration to accept your
resignation. I cannot see that our position would be improved in any
way, and in my own mind I may add that I hold you absolved from
suspicion."
I held myself a little more upright. The Duke spoke without enthusiasm,
but with conviction.
"Your Grace is very kind," I answered gratefully, "but there are the
others. They know nothing of me. It is inevitable that I should become
an object of suspicion to them."
The Duke looked thoughtfully for several moments at the table before
him. Then he looked up at me.
"Ducaine," he said, "I will tell you what I propose. You have done your
duty in reporting this thing to me. Your duty ends there--mine begins.
The responsibility, therefore, for our future course of action remains
with me. You, I presume, are prepared to admit this."
"Certainly, your Grace," I answered.
"I see no useful purpose to be gained," the Duke continued, "in
spreading this thing about. I believe that we shall do better by
keeping our own counsel. You and I can work secretly in the matter. I
may have some suggestions to make when I have considered it more fully;
but for the present I propose that we treat the matter as a
hallucination of yours. We shall hear in due course if this stolen
information goes across the water. If it does--well, we shall know how
to act."
"You mean this?" I asked breathlessly. "Forgive me, your Grace, but it
means so much to me. You believe that we are justified?"
"Why not?" the Duke asked coldly. "It is I who am your employer. It is
I who am responsible to the country for these things. You are
responsible only to me. I choose that you remain. I choose that you
speak of this matter only when I bid you speak."
To me it was relief immeasurable. The Duke's manner was precise, even
cold. Yet I felt that he believed in me. I scarcely doubted but that
he had suspicions of his own. I, at any rate, was not involved in them.
I could have wrung him by the hand but for the inappropriateness of such
a proceeding. So far as he was concerned I could see that the matter
was already done with. His attention was beginning to wander to the
mass of letters before him.
"Would you allow me to help your Grace with your correspondence?" I
suggested. "I have no work at present."
The Duke shook his head impatiently.
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