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That kind of a man always goes the limit." "I see. Wait here." At Cutty's approach Hawksley looked up apathetically. "Want me?" "Perhaps." "You are pale. Anything serious?" "Yes. Karlov has got Kitty." For a minute Hawksley did not stir. Then he got up, put away the Amati, and came back. He was pale, too. "I understand," he said. "They will exchange her for me. Am I right?" "Yes.
Our man is hiding there, Boris." Karlov dry-washed his hands. "We'll send him one of the samples if we fail in regard to the girl. You say she arrives daily at the newspaper office about nine and leaves between five and six?" "Every day but Sunday." "Good news. Two bolts; one or the other will go home." About the same time in Cutty's apartment rather an amusing comedy took place.
Karlov was at this moment reaching out toward a satisfactory solution relative to the disappearance of the gems. They had not been found on his enemy; they had not been found in the Gregor apartment; the two men assigned to the task of securing them would not have risked certain death by trying to do a little bargaining on their own initiative.
Wild horses, pulling him two ways. A word, and Karlov would come to the end of his rope suddenly. But if he issued that word the whole fabric he had erected so painstakingly would blow away like cardboard. If those emeralds turned up in the possession of any man but himself the ensuing complications would be appalling.
"Stefani Gregor, look up; it is I!" He drummed on his chest like a challenging gorilla. "I, Boris Karlov!" Slowly the eyelids of the prisoner went up, revealing mild blue eyes. But almost instantly the mildness was replaced by an agate hardness, and the body became upright. "Yes, it is Boris, whom you betrayed. But I escaped by a hair, Stefani; and we meet again."
If this plan failed to draw Karlov into the open, then every jeweller and pawnbroker in town would be notified and warned. What with the secret-service operatives and the agents of the Department of Justice on the watch for Karlov who would recognize his limitations of mobility it was reasonable to assume that the Bolshevik would be only too glad to dicker secretly for the disposal of the stones.
Clear light, to observe what his blows were accomplishing; a minute or two of clear light! Half the time his blows glanced. The next time those arms wound about him, that would be the end. He was growing tired, winded; he had not gone into battle fresh. He knew that many of his blows had gone home. Any ordinary man would have dropped; but Karlov came on again and again.
Then he tackled his men and issued orders suspending operations temporarily. He was asked what they should do in case Karlov came out into the open. He answered in such an event not to molest him but to watch and take note of those with whom he associated. There were big things in the air, and only he himself had hold of all the threads.
'Twas I, Boris!... Those beautiful hands of yours, fit for the butcher's block! Kill me! Kill me!" But Karlov shrank back, covering his eyes. "No! I see now! You wish to die! You shall live!" He rushed toward the far wall, a huge grotesque shadow rising to meet him his own, thrown upon the wall by the wavering candlelight. He turned shaking, for the temptation had been great.
Her terror would hold her for some time. These manoeuvres completed, he answered the signal, sat down on another box and waited, reminding Kitty of some grotesque Mongolian idol. Kitty saw the inevitable. Thereupon her terror ceased to bind her. As Cutty flung back the trap she would cry out a warning. Karlov might and probably would kill her.
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