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Immediately afterwards the firing began, and was taken up by the more distant boats. A bullet splashed in the water close behind Kosmaroff's oar, with a sharp spit like that of an angry cat. Martin gave a suppressed laugh. Kosmaroff only smiled.
"The spring must come soon, and then we shall have to go back to the world and its business." But the world and its business thereof did not wait until the brief frost was over. It came to them that same night. For Kosmaroff was essentially of the active world, and carried with him wherever he went the spirit of unrest. He arrived on foot soon after nine o'clock.
"In Warsaw!" he added, significantly. "So, if there are any who think that the cause is a dead one, they had better say so now and take the consequences." He concluded rather grimly, with his one-sided smile. No one seemed disposed to avail himself of this invitation. "And there is ammunition enough," continued Kosmaroff, "to close the account of every Muscovite in Warsaw!"
Martin's brief summer, and when winter lays its quiet mantle on these northern plains lovers must needs seek their opportunities in-doors. Kosmaroff arrived first, and sat down thoughtfully on a bench. He was one of the few who were not muffled in great-coats and wraps against the autumn chill. He had known a greater cold than Poland ever felt.
It has always been agreed that no individual life must be allowed to stand in the way of success." "It is upon that principle that Kosmaroff argues," said Martin, uneasily. "Precisely; and as I was not present when this happened as it is, moreover, not my department I cannot, personally, act in the matter." "Kosmaroff will obey nobody else."
Martin was seen at Alexandrowo with Cartoner. Wanda was seen speaking to him at the Mokotow. He is known to have called on you at your hotel in London." "It is a question of dropping his acquaintance, my friend," said the prince, "and I tell you, he shall be dropped." "It is more than that," answered Kosmaroff, half sullenly.
Never had Cartoner's silent habit stood him in such good stead as during the following moments, while a skilled workman replaced the lost shoe. Never had he observed so skilled a silence, or left unsaid such dangerous words. For Kosmaroff watched him as a cat may watch a bird.
There were no explanations whatever. There was no news. At Plock, Kosmaroff could learn nothing, for nothing was known there. The story of the great plot had been hushed up by the authorities. There are persons living in Warsaw who do not know of it to this day. There are others who know of it and deny that it ever existed.
"In Cracow," he said, "they are all words." "There are certain men, it appears," continued Kosmaroff, "in the service of the governments in one service it is called 'foreign affairs, in another the 'secret service' whose mission it is to find themselves where things are stirring, to be at the seat of war. They are, in jest, called the Vultures. It is a French jest, as you would conclude.
Kosmaroff watched her for a moment with that strange smile that twisted his mouth to one side. Then he struck a match and turned to the chandelier. The globe was still warm. He had turned out the gas when Netty's hand was actually on the handle. "It was a near thing," he said to himself in Russian, which language he had learned before any other, so that he still thought in it.
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