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Neither Amster nor Muller turned their eyes from him for a moment, ready for any attempt on his part to escape. But the detective had already seen something that told him that Langen was not thinking of flight. When he turned to the desk, Muller had seen his eyes glisten while a scornful smile parted his thin, lips.
After the French model, an Executive Council was nominated, consisting of five members, Vreede, Fijnje, Fokker, Wildrik and Van Langen, and a new Commission of Seven to frame a Constitution. The "Regulation" was rejected; and the Assembly solemnly proclaimed its "unalterable aversion" to the stadholderate, federalism, aristocracy and governmental decentralisation.
These were the words with which the old janitor greeted Muller. The detective could see from this that Mr. Theodore Fellner's conscience must be perfectly clear. The expected telegram probably had something to do with the non-appearance of Asta Langen, of whose terrible fate her guardian evidently as yet knew nothing.
Do you not remember the first time when Pastor Langen brought you here a shy, trembling little child, and asked me to see you from time to time?" Ere Frida could reply, the door opened, and Pastor Langen entered, and Miss Drechsler introduced him to his protégé. "Frida Heinz! Is it possible? I must indeed be getting ein Alter if this be the little girl who was found in the Black Forest."
"Several days, several weeks perhaps. I preferred to wait until the woman who rented the house had read in the papers that Asta Langen had disappeared and was being sought for. Somebody would have found her here, and her identity would have easily been established, for I knew that she had some important family documents with her."
From the time Pastor Langen had left, she had her often living with herself for days at a time at Dringenstadt, and was conducting her education; but as she often had to leave that town for months, Frida still had her home great part of the year with the Hörstels in the Forest.
"We knew it through Miss Langen herself." "She has spoken to no one for over ten days." "But you let her throw her notebook out of the window of the cab." "Ah " "There, you see, you should not have let that happen." Drops of perspiration stood out on Langen's forehead. Until now, perhaps, he had had some possible hope of escape. It was useless now, he knew.
His expression was so grave that the woman waited no longer, but let him in and then disappeared through another door. The janitor stood and looked at Muller with half distrustful, half anxious glances. "It's no good news you bring," he said after a few minutes. "You may be right." "Has anything happened to our dear young lady?" "Then you know Miss Asta Langen and her family?" "Why, of course.
He nodded to Fellner, who had already grasped his hand and pressed it hard. A tear ran down his grey beard, and long after Muller had gone the old gentleman lay pondering over his last words. Berner led the visitor to the door. As he was opening it, Muller asked: "Has Egon Langen a bad scar on his right cheek?" Berner's eyes looked his astonishment. How did the stranger know this?
Johann thanked him warmly, and hastened back to tell what had been agreed on, and then got off to his work. Late in the afternoon Pastor Langen took his way to the little hut in the Black Forest. The Forest by the road he took was not well known to him, and the solemn quiet which pervaded it struck him much and raised his thoughts to God.
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