There will be one shot
each, the firing to be drawn for on the grounds. The time is six, the
place one mile out on the north road, in the rear of the Strasburg inn.
I trust this is entirely satisfactory to you?"
"It is," I answered.
"Then allow me to bid you good night." He bowed and backed toward the
door. He remained a moment with his hand on the knob, gazing into my
eyes. I read in his a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Good
night," and he was gone.
Pembroke stared at me in bewilderment. "What the devil--"
"It is a matter of long standing," said I.
"But a duel!" he cried, impatiently. "Hang me if I'll be your second
or let you fight. These are not the days of Richelieu. It is pure
murder. It is against the law."
"But I cannot draw back honorably," I said. "I cannot."
"I'll notify the police and have them stop it," he said with
determination.
"And have us all arrested and laughed at from one end of the continent
to the other. My dear cousin, that man shot the dearest friend I had
in the world. I am going to try to kill him at the risk of getting
killed myself.
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