“You damned ruffian! If you don’t get out of the country I’ll set the police on you.”
“Indeed! What for, please?”
“For stealing Lady Sellingworth’s jewels in Paris ten years ago!”
Arabian bared his teeth like an animal and half shut his eyes. There was a strange look about his temples, as if under the deep brown of his skin something had gone suddenly white.
“Miss Van Tuyn knows that you stole them!”
Arabian drew in his breath sharply. His mouth opened wide.
Sir Seymour turned and went out of the room. He shut the door behind him. In the little scented hall he caught up his coat and hat. He heard a door click. The dark man with the light grey eyes showed himself.
“Keep away, you!” said Sir Seymour.
The man stood where he was, and Sir Seymour went out of the flat.