Seeing we can't
prove the matter, it's my opinion we'd better not meddle with it, more
particularly as nothing that we can prove will do Sir Reginald
Eversleigh any harm, and, if either of this precious pair of rascals is
to escape, you don't want it to be him."
"Oh, no, no!" said Lady Eversleigh, "he is so much worse than the other
as his added cowardice makes him."
"Just so. Well, then, if you want to punish him and his agent, this is
certainly not the opportunity. Next to winning, there's nothing like
thoroughly understanding and acknowledging what you've lost, and we
have lost this game, beyond all question. Let us see, now, if we cannot
win the next. If I understand the business right, Mr. Douglas Dale is
his brother's heir?"
"Yes," said Lady Eversleigh; "his life only now stands between Sir
Reginald and fortune."
"Then he will take that life by Carrington's agency, as I believe he
has taken Lionel Dale's," said Mr. Larkspur; "and my idea is that the
proper way to prevent him is to go away from this place, where no good
is to be done, and where any movement will only defeat our purpose, by
putting him on his guard--letting him know he is watched (forewarned,
forearmed, you know)--and set ourselves to watch Carrington in London."
"Why in London? How do you know he's there?"
Mr. Larkspur smiled.
"Lord bless your innocence!" he replied.
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