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The Nest of the Sparrowhawk

XX. My Lord Protector's Patrol
Alone, Sir Marmaduke de Chavasse had taken no part in the confused turmoil
which raged around the personalities of Segrave and Richard Lambert. From the
moment that he had--with studied callousness--turned his back on his erstwhile
protégé he had held aloof from the crowd which had congregated around the two
young men.
He saw before him the complete success of his nefarious plan, which had
originated in the active brain of Editha, but had been perfected in his own--of
heaping dire and lasting disgrace on the man who had become troublesome and
interfering of late, who was a serious danger to his more important schemes.
After the fracas of this night Richard Lambert forsooth could never show his face
within two hundred miles of London, the ugly story of his having cheated at cards
and been publicly branded as a liar and a thief by a party of gentlemen would of
a surety penetrate even within the fastnesses of Thanet.
So far everything was for the best, nay, it might be better still, for Segrave
enraged and maddened at his losses, might succeed in getting Lambert
imprisoned for stealing, and cheating, even at the cost of his own condemnation
to a fine for gambling.
The Endicotts had done their part well. The man especially, with his wide cuffs
and his quick movements. No one there present could have the slightest doubt
but that Lambert was guilty. Satisfied, therefore, that all had gone according to
his own wishes, Sir Marmaduke withdrew from further conflict or argument with
the unfortunate young man, whom he had so deliberately and so hopelessly
ruined.
And because he thus kept aloof, his ears were not so completely filled with the
din, nor his mind so wholly engrossed by the hand-to-hand struggle between the
two young men, that he did not perceive that other sound, which, in spite of
barred windows and drawn curtains, came up from the street below.
 
 
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