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My dear young lady, I merely want him to fiddle for me," said Karlov with another smile. "You tried to kill him," insisted Kitty, the dryness beginning to leave her throat. "Bungling agents. Do know what became of them the two who invaded your bedroom?" "They were taken away the police." "So I thought. What became of the wallet?" "I found it hidden on the back of my stove."
All that worried Karlov was the possibility of her not observing him. If he could place his taxicabs where they would attract her, even casually, the main difficulty would be out of the way. The moment she turned her head toward the cabs he would step out into plain view. The girl was susceptible and adventuresome.
Across mountains and deserts, rivers and seas, he followed Two-Hawks in fancy, pursued by an implacable hatred, more or less historical, of which the lad was less a cause than an abstract object. And Karlov Cutty understood Karlov now always span near, his hate reenergizing his faltering feet. There was evidently some iron in this Two-Hawks' blood. Fear never would have carried him thus far.
But we can't have them here any longer. Keep those revolvers under your pillow. All you have to do is to point. Nobody will know that you can't shoot. And always remember, we're watching over you. Good-night." "Mouquin's for lunch?" "Well, I'll be hanged! But it can't be, Kitty. You and I must not be seen in public. If that was Karlov you will be marked, and so will any one who travels with you."
I have come to talk." This was formula. Karlov did not expect speech from Gregor. Slowly the thin arms bore up the torso; slowly the legs swung to the floor. But the little gray man's eyes were bright and quick to-night. "Boris, what is it you want?" "To talk" surprised at this unexpected outburst. "No, no. I mean, what is it all about these killings, these burnings?"
The Bolshevik agent who had followed him from the banker's might decide, without the aid of some connecting episode, that he had wasted his time. It did not matter that Kitty herself was no longer watched and followed from her home to the office, from the office home. Was Karlov afraid or had he some new trick up his sleeve? It was not possible that he had given up Hawksley.
The history of this Castle of Křivoklát dates yet farther back than that of Karlov Týn, for we read of its restoration in the twelfth century by Prince Vladislaus I, a scion of the House of Přemysl. Charles IV loved to live here, and restored the place for the first of his four wives, Blanche of Valois.
The act would at least give Cutty something like equal terms. What became of Kitty Conover thereafter was of no importance to the world. Sounds. She became conscious of noises elsewhere in the house. The floor trembled. There came a creaking and snapping of wood, and she heard the trap fall. Karlov stood up, menacing, terrible.
"You spoke of Karlov. Who is he?" "Why, the man who followed you across half the world." "There were many. What is he like?" "A gorilla." "Ah!" Hawksley became galvanized and extended his fists. "God let me live long enough to put my hands on him! I had the chance the other day to blot out his face with my boots! But I couldn't do it! I couldn't do it!" He sagged in the chair. "No, no!
There was brittle crackling, and a rare violin became kindling. A sob broke from the prisoner's lips. What to Karlov was a fiddle to him was a soul. He saw the madman fling the wreckage to the floor and grind his heels into the fragments. Gregor shut his eyes, but he could not shut his ears; and he sensed in that cold, demoniacal fury of the crunching heel the rising of maddened peoples.
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