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It also puzzled. "How is it ?" he asked. But they had begun that fearful descent, at once the despair and delight of engineers. The mountain fell away rapidly as the long, clumsy train raced down its flank at a breakneck pace. Pobloff shivered and clutched the arms of his seat. He saw nothing but deep blue sky and the tall top of an occasional tree. The racket was terrific, the heat depressing.
"Then how will you begin?" "By sending him a note at once, telling him how I slipped away from Genoa to Venice, and asking him the meaning of the Pobloff attack in other words, by appearing so actively suspicious of him that he'll forget to be suspicious of me." "And what do you imagine he will answer?"
Now he's got duplicates of every Upper Gallery and every new fortification of the Rock at Gibraltar." "But why waste time over these things?" "Pobloff got them through an English officer's wife. She was weak and worse she lost her head over him. I can't tell you more now.
She started at the title that he bestowed upon her, and he inwardly chuckled. Clever dog, Pobloff, clever dog! Her eyes were brilliant despite obstructing veils. "I was en route to Balak yesterday, but my servant became ill and I stopped over night at Kerb." Pobloff was entranced. She was undoubtedly a young dame of noble birth and her freedom, the freedom of a European woman, delighted him.
"Maestro you could make music this lovely night?" Pobloff started. "In God's name, who are you, and what are you doing here? Where did you go this evening? I missed you. Ah! unhappy man that I am, you will drive me crazy!" She did not smile now, but pressed close to him. "I am a prisoner like yourself," she replied simply. "A prisoner! How a prisoner?
Then she drew in her breath with a little gasp, for she saw Pobloff, with a quick writhe of his thin body, free his imprisoned right arm, and strike with the metal butt of his revolver. He struck twice, three times, and the sound of the metal on the unprotected head was sickening to the listening woman. She staggered to the closet door as the man fell to the floor, stunned. "Jim!
Seated before a Steinway grand pianoforte, an instrument that found its way to this far-away province through the caprice of some artistic potentate, Pobloff nervously preluded. Notwithstanding the warning of the girl, he had allowed himself to be convoyed to the great Hall of Ebony, and there, quite alone, he sat waiting for some cue to begin. None came. He glanced curiously about him.
Then, groping his way to the little switchboard, he touched a button, and the room was flooded with light. He first looked about, carefully but quickly, and then glanced at his watch. He had at least two hours in which to do his work. Any time after that Pobloff might return. And by midnight at least the Prince's valet would be back from Nice, to begin packing his master's boxes.
"This woman has in her possession a packet of papers of personal and private papers, which concern neither you nor her!" "But what if it does concern me?" demanded Keenan. "The gentleman is talking nonsense," said Pobloff, unperturbed.
It was the sound of a key turning in the lock, followed by an impatient little French oath, and the weight of a man's body against the resisting door. Then the oath was repeated, and a second key was turned, this time in the nearer door. "It's Pobloff!" she whispered.
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