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Why I do not wish you to search for him is that thereby you might find out things about me that I do not wish you to do. In such a life as mine there are naturally things that I do not wish known. In going to my old haunts, trying to unearth Kaffar, you would learn something about them.
I wanted to get rid of an awful weight which oppressed me. I walked rapidly, for the morning was cold. I had scarcely reached the park gates, however, when a hand touched me. I turned and saw Kaffar. "I hope your solitary walk is pleasant," he said, revealing his white teeth. "Thank you," I replied coldly.
How could I find Kaffar? How could I tell whether he were alive or dead? After tossing about a long time, I hit upon a plan of action, and then my mind had some little rest. The next morning I bade good-bye to my friends, and started for the station. When I arrived all was quiet.
The adjoining room is empty, sir." "Thank you," I replied, while he led the way to the room. I had not been there long before I heard some one enter with the landlord. The two rooms, like many we find in French hotels, could easily be made one, as a doorway led from one to the other. I had arranged my door to be slightly ajar, so was able to see. The man with the landlord was Kaffar!
But even if you did not, it is all the same. Kaffar cannot be found, or proved alive, and thus my power over you is absolute." "I wonder you do not use it," I said quietly. "I do not use it because it does not pay me to do so. My policy is to be quiet. Miss Forrest is mine because she knows I am master of your life. The months are swiftly passing away, Mr. Justin Blake.
Every ear was strained, so that not one sound of Voltaire's voice might be missed. As for him, he sat with his eyes fixed, as if he saw beyond the present time and place, while his face was like a piece of marble. Kaffar, I noticed, fixed his eyes upon his friend, and in his stony stare he seemed possessed of an evil spirit.
First, it was a good hotel. I had stayed there before, and so I knew. It was also near the station, and fairly near the place where, according to Simon's sketch, Kaffar was staying. We got into the hotel just in time for dinner.
There is some mistake. Promise me no word shall be uttered as to this. Mr. Kaffar has left, as he said, and gone back to Egypt. Why, then, should such a terrible suspicion be aroused? I will answer for Mr. Blake's innocence. "'You answer, Miss Forrest? cried Voltaire. 'Nay, you cannot. I would I could be merciful, but it must not be.
But there was no hotel, nor sign of one in the street. We walked up and down again and again, with no success. Could it be that I had come all these weary miles again only for a bitter and terrible disappointment? The thought almost drove me mad. I would not give up, however! There might be no hotel, but it was possible Kaffar stayed in a lodging-house, or even in a private house.
Voltaire's marvellous knowledge was held at a discount. "But does Mr. Blake mean to insinuate that Mr. Kaffar and myself have learnt such a code as this?" said Voltaire at length. "I insinuate nothing," I replied. "I am simply showing how your performance can be done by those possessing no knowledge of the occult sciences." "But does Mr.
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