"I appear to have become unpopular with our friend, the Prince.

Duson, who has always been a spy upon my movements, was entrusted with a little sleeping draught for me, which he preferred to take himself.

That is all." "Duson is--" He nodded.
"He is dead!" Lucille went very pale.
"This is horrible!" she murmured "The Prince is a little annoyed, naturally," Mr.Sabin said.

"It is vexing to have your plans upset in such a manner." She shuddered.
"He is hateful! Victor, I fear that he does not mean to let me leave Dorset House just yet.

I am almost inclined to become, like you, an outcast.