“I have heard much that is evil about you,” he said, “but I have never heard before that you were known to—to—dear me, it is a very unpleasant thing to say!”
“Well, sir?”
“To cheat at cards!”
Mr. Sabin drew a short, little breath.
“What I have said is true to the letter,” he repeated “The Admiral gave me the trifling information I asked for, with his own hands.”
Felix remained incredulous.
“Then you must add the power of hypnotism,” he declared, “to your other accomplishments.”
Mr. Sabin laughed scornfully, nevertheless he did not seem to be altogether at his ease. The little scene in the library at Deringham Hall was not a pleasant recollection for him.
“The matter after all,” he said coldly, “is unimportant; it is merely a detail. I will admit that you have done your spy’s work well. Now, what will buy your memory, and your departure from this train, at the next station?”
Felix smiled.