Yet I have some reason to believe that your mistress is in London." "Your Grace will pardon me," Duson said, "but there is outside a gentleman waiting to see you to whom you might address the same questions with better results, for compared with him I know nothing.

It is Monsieur Felix." "Why have you kept him waiting ?" Mr.Sabin asked.
"Your Grace was much absorbed," Duson answered.
Felix was smoking a cigarette, and Mr.Sabin greeted him with a certain grim cordiality.
"Is this permitted--this visit ?" he asked, himself selecting a cigarette and motioning his guest to a chair.
"It is even encouraged," Felix answered.
"You have perhaps some message ?" "None." "I am glad to see you," Mr.Sabin said.

"Just now I am a little puzzled.
I will put the matter to you.

You shall answer or not, at your own discretion." "I am ready," Felix declared.
"You know the difficulty with which I escaped from America," Mr.Sabin continued.

"Every means which ingenuity could suggest seemed brought to bear against me.