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"The Yellow Crayon" by E. Phillips Oppenheim is a novel likely written in the early 20th century. The story introduces Mr. Sabin, a man of apparent prominence who is engulfed in a mysterious and troubling circumstance—the disappearance of his wife, the Duchess of Souspennier. The narrative unfolds with Mr. Sabin's internal turmoil and his determination to uncover the truth behind her absence, showcasing themes of love, deception, and the quest for justice. The opening of "The Yellow Crayon" sets the stage with a rich, languorous atmosphere, describing a beautiful summer day juxtaposed with Mr. Sabin's deep introspection and melancholy. After a prolonged period of contemplation in his lavish yet empty surroundings, he prompts his servant, Duson, to prepare for their imminent departure to New York, as he is set on locating his wife. The details of their flight lead to a hurried telegram to Felix, hinting at a connection to greater stakes. Exploring the immediate aftermath of his wife’s

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THE YELLOW CRAYON

By E. Phillips Oppenheim

CHAPTER I

It was late summer-time, and the perfume of flowers stole into the
darkened room through the half-opened window. The sunlight forced its
way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floor in
strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmur of bees
and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flower beds, resting
for a while on the clematis which had made the piazza a blaze of purple
splendour. And inside, in a high-backed chair, there sat a man, his arms
folded, his eyes fixed steadily upon vacancy. As he sat then, so had he
sat for a whole day and a whole night. The faint sweet chorus of glad
living things, which alone broke the deep silence of the house, seemed
neither to disturb nor interest him. He sat there like a man turned to
stone, his forehead riven by one deep line, his straight firm mouth set
close and hard. His servant, the only living being who had approached
him, had set food by his side, which now and then he had mechanically
taken. Changeless as a sphinx, he had sat there in darkness and in
light, whilst sunlight had changed to moonlight, and the songs of the
birds had given place to the low murmuring of frogs from a lake below
the lawns.

At last it seemed that his unnatural fit had passed away. He stretched
out his hand and struck a silver gong which had been left within his
reach. Almost immediately a man, pale-faced, with full dark eyes and
olive complexion, dressed in the sombre garb of an indoor servant, stood
at his elbow.

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