Publisher's Synopsis
"And he died mysteriously?""The doctors certified that he died from natural causes-heart failure.""That is what the world believes, of course. His death was a nation's loss, and the truth was hushed up. But you, Phil Poland, know it. Upon the floor was found something-a cigar-eh?""Nothing very extraordinary in that, surely? He died while smoking.""Yes," said the bald-headed man, bending towards the other and lowering his voice into a harsh whisper. "He died while smoking a cigar-a cigar that had been poisoned! You know it well enough. What's the use of trying to affect ignorance-with me!""Well?" asked Philip Poland after a brief pause, his brows knit darkly and his face drawn and pale."Well, I merely wish to recall that somewhat unpleasant fact, and to tell you that I know the truth," said the other with slow deliberation, his eyes fixed upon the man seated opposite him."Why recall unpleasant facts?" asked Poland, with a faint attempt to smile. "I never do.""A brief memory is always an advantage," remarked Arnold Du Cane, with a sinister grin."Ah! I quite follow you," Poland said, with a hardness of the mouth. "But I tell you, Arnold, I refuse to lend any hand in this crooked bit of business you've just put before me. Let's talk of something else.""Crooked business, indeed! Fancy you, Phil Poland, denouncing it as crooked!" he laughed. "And I'm a crook, I suppose," and he thoughtfully caressed his small moustache, which bore traces of having been artificially darkened."I didn't say so.""But you implied it. Bah! You'll be teaching the Sunday School of this delightful English village of yours before long, I expect. No doubt the villagers believe the gentleman at the Elms to be a model of every virtue, especially when he wears a frock-coat and trots around with the plate in church on Sundays!" he sneered. "My hat! Fancy you, Phil, turning honest in your old age!""I admit that I'm trying to be honest, Arnold-for the girl's sake.""And, by Jove! if the good people here, in Middleton, knew the truth, eh-the truth that you--""Hush! Somebody may overhear!" cried the other, starting and glancing apprehensively at the closed door of his cosy study. "What's the use of discussing the business further? I've told you, once and for all, Arnold, that I refuse to be a party to any such dastardly transaction.""Ho! ho!" laughed Du Cane. "Why, wasn't the Burke affair an equally blackguardly bit of business-the more so, indeed, when one recollects that young Ronald Burke had fallen in love with Sonia.""Leave my girl's name out of our conversation, Arnold, or, by Gad! you shall pay for it!" cried the tall, dark-haired, clean-shaven man, as he sprang from his chair and faced his visitor threateningly. "Taunt me as much as ever it pleases you. Allege what you like against me. I know I'm an infernal blackguard, posing here as a smug and respectable churchgoer. I admit any charge you like to lay at my door, but I'll not have my girl's name associated with my misdeeds. Understand that! She's pure and honest, and she knows nothing of her father's life.""Don't you believe that, my dear fellow. She's eighteen now, remember, and I fancy she had her eyes opened last February down at the Villa Vespa, when that unfortunate little trouble arose."
