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When he reached his room and the Count entering also had closed the door, Carter threw off much of the assumed languor, and told the Counselor the whole of the tale. The Krovitzer shook his head dubiously. "Josef found you at quarter past three this morning yet you say Josef was not one of the two men. Did you see the faces of both?" "Only a glance. Both were bearded.
Dimly he could descry the plateau about the castle with its low bastions at the cliff's edge. Indefinite shapes pacing along the wall he knew to be Krovitzer sentries. He fancied he heard a challenge on the distant road, a halt, then the invisible army took up its march again. Straining every sense, he concluded that the force was moving from, and not toward, the frontier.
"I am going again to Schallberg, soon," he continued in his same manner of large good nature, "and hope the beastly hole will furnish more excitement this time. Could you arrange it, eh, Colonel?" and he turned smilingly to the troubled Krovitzer. "We'll try," replied the veteran, "forewarned is always forearmed." Vladimar assumed a look of gravity.
Zulka, having made his devoirs to the sovereign, now approached his friend. "Surprised, Cal?" he queried. "I surely am, Zulka. How " Carter began when he was interrupted by the Count who laid a friendly hand upon his shoulder. "Things are moving," said the Krovitzer with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm busy, ask Carrick." He chuckled as if it were a huge joke.
Recognition was complete. "It is you, at last, Sobieska," he said as the thin hand of the Krovitzer closed over his own. A smile lighted up the half-veiled eyes, he read in the American's soul that word of their distress had come too late. "Come into the club," Carter urged him. Sobieska smiled grimly as he glanced down at his shabby garments. Carter understood.
Not expecting to see Carter there or anywhere, it required time for his mental processes to adjust themselves to the detached conditions, unfavorable to a recognition. That the Krovitzer had not instantly identified his former clubmate was causing the latter some uneasiness.
"Yes," replied the Krovitzer, confining himself to the naked assent. Then, pitying the man who had been so wofully shaken since their parting in Krovitch, he opened the gate of Pity a bit and added, "She is in New York." Carter stopped short in the street and turned to read in the other's eyes whether this promised miracle was true or false.
"Guvnor is the Whitechapel slang for father. My man many years ago told me he had received it in that way the death of his parent," explained Carter coming to the rescue. The stately Krovitzer bowed in acknowledgment of the explanation then continued his questioning. "Where did he get it?" His sleepy eyes were probing deep.
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