England -- Fiction; Political fiction; Politicians -- Fiction; Spy stories
For an instant his steely eyes flashed as his blanched face assumed an
expression of unutterable hatred and disgust. Then he shouted,--
"You are a thief, a spy and a liar, sir! Leave me instantly. Even in
the face of such evidence as this you protest innocence with childish
simplicity. You have betrayed your country into the hands of her
enemies, and are, even now, seeking to throw blame and suspicion upon
myself. You--"
"I have not done so. I merely suggested that the document might have
been exchanged while in your possession. Surely--"
"And you actually come to me with a lame, absurd tale that the only man
who can clear you is dead! The whole defence is too absurd," he
thundered. "You have sold your country's honour and the lives of your
fellow-men for Russian roubles. Go! Never let me see you again, except
in a felon's dock."
"But surely I may be permitted to clear myself?" I cried.
"Your masters in St Petersburg will no doubt arrange for your future.
In London we require your faithless services no longer," the Earl
answered, with intense bitterness. "Go!"
CHAPTER SIX.
THE VEIL.
Leaving the Earl's presence, I refused old Stanford's invitation to take
some refreshment, and, walking along the corridor on my way out, came
face to face with Frayling, who was being conducted to the library.
"Going?" he inquired.
"Yes," I answered, and passing on, engrossed in bitter thoughts that
overwhelmed me, strode out into the park, wandering aimlessly across the
grass to where a well-kept footpath wound away among the trees. Taking
it, heedless of my destination, I walked on mechanically, regardless of
the brilliant sunshine and the songs of the birds, thinking only of the
unjust accusation against me, and of my inability to clear myself. I
saw that the stigma upon me meant ruin, both social and financial.
Branded as a spy, I should be spurned by Ella, sneered at by Mrs Laing,
and avoided by Beck. Friends who had trusted me would no longer place
any confidence in a man who had, according to their belief, sold his
country into the hands of her enemies, while it was apparent from the
Earl's words that he had no further faith in my actions.
Yet the only man who could have cleared me, who could have corroborated
my statement as to how I spent my time during my absence at lunch, and
shown plainly that I had never entered the Strand nor visited the branch
post-office next to Exeter Hall, was dead. His lips were for ever
sealed.
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