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The Secret Service Man
by
Averil and Derrick followed him hand in hand. In a few low words the boy told her of his old friend’s reappearance.
“He has saved my life twice over,” he said.
“He has saved more lives than yours,” Seddon remarked abruptly, over his shoulder.
He led the way “to the little ante-room where, stretched on a sofa, lay Derrick’s Secret Service man. He was dressed in white, his face half covered with a fold of his head-dress. But the eyes were open–blue, alert, beneath drooping lids. He was speaking, softly, quickly, as a man asleep.
“The women must be protected,” he said. “Let the blackguards take the risks!”
Averil started forward with a cry, and in a moment was kneeling by his side. The strange eyes were turned upon her instantly. They were watchful still and exceeding tender–the eyes of the hero she loved. They faintly smiled at her. To his death he would keep up the farce. To his death he would never show her the secret he had borne so long.
“Ah! The message!” he said, with an effort. “You gave it?”
“There was no need of a message,” Averil cried. “You invented it to get me away, to make me escape from danger. You knew that otherwise I would not have gone. It was your only reason for sending me.”
He did not answer her. The smile died slowly out. His eyes passed to Derrick. He looked at him very earnestly, and there was unutterable pleading in the look.
The boy stooped forward. Shocked by the sudden discovery, he yet answered as it were involuntarily to the man’s unspoken wish. He knelt down beside the girl, his arm about her shoulders. His voice came with a great sob.
“The Secret Service man and Carlyon of the Frontier in one!” he said. “A man who does not forsake his friends. I might have known.”
There was a pause, a great silence. Then Carlyon of the Frontier spoke softly, thoughtfully, with grave satisfaction it seemed. He looked at neither of them, but beyond them both. His eyes were steady and fearless.
“A blackguard–a spy–yet faithful to his friends–even so,” he said; and died.
The boy and girl were left to each other. He had meant it to be so–had worked for it, suffered for it. In the end Carlyon of the Frontier had done that which he had set himself to do, at a cost which none other would ever know–not even the girl who had loved him.