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One of the rules we have just sworn to conform to, is 'No member shall track, follow or enquire into the movements of any other member. Go your ways! I will thank you both for your services to-morrow." He turned away rapidly and disappeared. His two friends remained gazing somewhat disconsolately after him. "Shall we go?" at last said Max Graub.
"Will you drink with these fellows?" said Graub, in a cautious whisper "Expect to be ill, if you do!" "You shall prescribe for me!" answered Leroy in the same low tone "I faithfully promise to call in your assistance! But drink with them I must, and will!" Graub gave a short sigh and a shrug, and said no more.
She laughed a pretty low laugh, and extended her hand with an air of queenly condescension. "You are amusing!" she said, "And so I will not quarrel with you! Good-night!" "Auf wiedersehn!" and Graub kissed the white hand he held. "I shall hope you will command me to be of service to you and yours, ere long!" "In what way, I wonder," she asked dubiously; "What can you do best? Write? Speak?
"They will do what I do," replied Leroy "They share my fortunes likewise my opinions; and here they come, so they can speak for themselves," this, as two men emerged from a dark street on the left, and came full into the lamplight's flare "Axel Regor, Max Graub come hither! Fortune has singularly favoured us to-night! Let me present to you my friend " and he emphasized the word, "Sergius Thord!"
"My white hairs my white hairs!" exclaimed Graub, when a touch from Axel Regor apparently recalled something to his mind for he began to laugh "True, gentlemen! Very true! I had forgotten! I have had some adventures and some experiences! My good friend there, Pasquin Leroy, has also had adventures and experiences, so have we all! Myself, I am a poor German, grown old in the service of a bad king!
"It was I," said Graub "I spoke of it irreverently, I fear, but the story itself is irreverent. The notion that 'God, should like roast meat is the height of blasphemy!" Zouche burst into a violent fit of laughter. But Thord went on talking in a low tone, as though to himself.
Pasquin Leroy was told that his two friends, Max Graub and Axel Regor must be with him, and he willingly made himself surety for their attendance. "But," said he, as he gave the promise, "what is the Day of Fate?" Johan Zegota pointed a thin finger delicately at his heart. "The Day of Fate," he said, "is the day of punishment, or Decision of Deaths.
Every man 'rushed' for the platform and Max Graub and Axel Regor, taking swift and conscious possession of their true personalities as Professor von Glauben and Sir Roger de Launay, fought silently and determinedly to keep back the crowding hands that threatened instant violence to the person of their Royal master.
A loud murmur of applause came from the company. Axel Regor and Max Graub glanced at Leroy, and saw in his face that his decision was unalterable. "Then we will work for the Cause, also," said Max Graub resignedly. "What you determine upon, we shall do, shall we not, Axel?" Axel Regor gave a brief assent. Sergius Thord looked at them all straightly and keenly. "You have finally decided?"
"Why do you not use the most powerful of all the weapons ever invented for the destruction of one's enemies the Pen?" asked Max Graub. "Start a newspaper, for example, and gibbet your particular favourite Carl Perousse therein!" "Bah!
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