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Updated: May 10, 2025
We must do something that will make the whole Golden Band throw up their caps. That is what we have to do!" "Quite a problem," lazily answered Kovroff, chewing the end of his cigar. "But you are asking too much." "But that is not all," the count interrupted him; "listen! This is what my problem demands.
Inspired by the thought of Prince Shadursky's newly replenished millions, he devised a plan for the gang which promised brilliant results, and only needed the aid of a discreet and skillful confederate. And what confederate could be more trustworthy than Sergei Antonovitch Kovroff?
Inspired by the thought of Prince Shadursky's newly replenished millions, he devised a plan for the gang which promised brilliant results, and only needed the aid of a discreet and skillful confederate. And what confederate could be more trustworthy than Sergei Antonovitch Kovroff?
Kovroff agreed completely, but at the same time put the question, if not cards, what plan was available? "That is it exactly!" cried Kallash, warming up. "I have thought it all over. The problem is this: we must think up something that would surprise Satan himself, something that would make all Hades smile and blow us hot kisses. But what of Hades? that's all nonsense.
Kovroff escaped the contempt of the crooks because he did things on such a big scale and embarked with his Golden Band on the most desperate and dangerous enterprises that the rest of roguedom did not even dare to consider. The rogues, whatever their rank, have a great respect for daring, skill, and force and therefore they respected Kovroff, at the same time fearing and detesting him.
That morning he received a note from Kovroff, in which the worthy Sergei complained of ill health and begged the prince to come and dine with him and cheer him up. The prince complied with his request, and appearing at the appointed time found Count Kallash alone with his host.
When Sergei Kovroff sat down to preside over the bank, the sparkling of the diamonds admirably masked those motions of his fingers which needed to be masked; they almost insensibly drew away the eyes of the players from his fingers, and this was most of all what Sergei Kovroff desired. Round the table about thirty guests were gathered.
"Kasimir Bodlevski," muttered the old woman, knitting her brows. "Was he not once a lithographer or an engraver, or something of the sort?" "I think he was. I think Kovroff said something about it. He is a fine engraver still." "He was? Well, there you are!" and Princess Anna rose quickly from her seat. "It is she it is Natasha! She used to tell me she had a sweetheart, a Polish hero, Bodlevski.
"Kasimir Bodlevski," muttered the old woman, knitting her brows. "Was he not once a lithographer or an engraver, or something of the sort?" "I think he was. I think Kovroff said something about it. He is a fine engraver still." "He was? Well, there you are!" and Princess Anna rose quickly from her seat. "It is she it is Natasha! She used to tell me she had a sweetheart, a Polish hero, Bodlevski.
Among other gossip, the prince announced that he expected shortly to go to Switzerland, as he had bad reports of the health of his mother, who was in Geneva. At this news Kallash glanced significantly toward Kovroff. Passing from topic to topic, the conversation finally turned to the financial position of Russia.
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