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Madeleine smiled shrewdly behind his back, but when he turned, she was grave. She did not make any reference to what had passed, nor did she, as he feared she would, put questions to him: instead, she showed him a song of Krafft's, and asked him to play the accompaniment for her. He gratefully consented, without knowing what he was undertaking.
It was larger and more cheerful than his own, and had also, a convenient alcove for the bedstead; and after inspecting it, Maurice felt willing to expend the extra marks it cost. They withdrew to Krafft's room to come to a decision. There, however, they found Avery Hill, who, as soon as she heard what they contemplated, put a veto on it.
It was a peculiarity of his only to be able to attend thoroughly to one thing at a time, and a string of witticisms uttered by Furst passed unheeded. But Krafft's first words made him start. Having watched him for some time, the latter said slowly. "I say, old fellow, are you sure it's all square about Lulu and this Dresden business?" Razor in hand, Schilsky turned and looked at him.
"A badly shielded bomb, or an old one with a crack in the skin, could give a trace like that. Just a little radon leaking out would do it." "Why don't you call Hys on the radio and let him know?" "I don't want Granddaddy Krafft's listening posts to hear about it. This is our job if I'm right. And I have to check my old tapes to make sure.
"Because ... since I got it, I've been thinking vile things." "Oh, that!" She moved away, and gave a curt laugh, which met him like a stab. But she had no consideration for him: she had only room in her mind for Krafft's treachery. "I could kill him," she said again. "Don't.... Leave me alone!" this to Maurice, who was trying to take her hand. "Don't touch me!" "Not touch you! why not?"
"Give me music I care to play, and I'll show you how it should be done. I can make nothing of this," answered Krafft. Schwarz strode up to the piano, and swept the volume from the rack; it fell with a crash on the keys and on Krafft's hands, and effectually hindered him from continuing. What had gone before was as a summer shower to a deluge.
It's a mistake. People don't want help; and they don't give you a thank-you for offering it. All they ask is to be let alone, to muddle and bungle their lives as they like." As they walked home together, Miss Jensen returned once more to the subject of Krafft's failings.
Of course many of the experiments failed, but fewer than might have been anticipated. Part of Krafft's task was to keep in touch with the men. His detached, philosophical method of encouragement and analysis of the situation seemed just the thing they needed. These activities gave Keith just the required door out into a world other than his own.
Schilsky's departure threatened, in a way he postponed for the present thinking out, to disturb his life; and, in an abrupt need of sympathy, he laid his hand on Krafft's knee. "Is it you, old man? What have you been doing with yourself?" Krafft gave him one of those looks which, in the early days of their acquaintance, had proved so disconcerting a look of struggling recollection.
Until the question whether Louise would return or not was decided, he could settle to nothing; and Krafft's ramblings took him out of himself. Since the ball, his other friends had given him the cold shoulder; hence it did not matter whether or no they approved of his renewed intimacy with Krafft he said "they," but it was Madeleine who was present to his mind.
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