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Updated: May 14, 2025
A heavy, uncouth German lad, whom the professor introduced as his pupil and assistant, Quast, was in attendance. Mr. Papadopoulos polyglotically acknowledged the honour I had conferred upon him. He is very like the late Emperor of the French; but his forehead is bulgier.
That was all the definite information she had. "Did Madame know I was in front to-night?" I asked. "Oh, yes, sir! I think she had a letter from you. She was so pleased, poor dear Madame. She told me that you would see the best performance she had ever given." Whereupon she broke down and was useless for further examination. Then Quast came. He could not understand how the accident had occurred.
The curtains parted, and revealed the brightly polished miniature gymnasium I had seen at Anastasius's cattery; the row of pussies at the back, each on a velvet stand, some white, some tabby, some long-furred, some short-furred, all sitting with their forepaws doubled demurely under their chests, wagging their tails comically, and blinking with feline indifference at the footlights; a cage in a corner in which I descried the ferocious wild tomcat; and, busily putting the last touches to the guy ropes, the pupil and assistant Quast, neatly attired in a close fitting bottle-green uniform with brass buttons.
"The Almighty will have them in His keeping. I have also my pupil and assistant, Quast." Lola smiled indulgently from her cushions, showing her curious even teeth. "You mustn't do anything so mad, Anastasius, I forbid you." "Madame," said he in a most stately manner, "when I devote myself, it is to the death. I have the honour to salute you!" he bowed over her hand and kissed it. "Monsieur."
"And now," said Lola, "I must tell him that Hephaestus has been killed and the rest are again idling under the care of the faithful Quast. It seemed a pity to kill the poor beast." "I wish to Heaven," said I, "that he had been strangled at birth." "You never liked him." She smiled wanly. "But he is scarcely to be blamed. I grew unaccountably nervous and lost control.
By means of trains and omnibuses I arrived at the house in the little street off Rosebery Avenue, Clerkenwell, where the maker of gymnastic appliances had his being. I knocked at the door. A grubby man appeared. I inquired for Quast. Quast had left that morning in a van, taking his cages of cats with him. He had gone abroad and was never coming back again, not if he knew it, said the grubby man.
He had not seen Lola for a week, and had heard nothing from her relating to her sudden departure. I went sadly home to my bird-cage in Victoria Street, feeling that now at last the abomination of desolation had overspread my life. Why had she gone? What was the meaning of it? Why not a line of explanation? And the simultaneous disappearance of Quast and the cats what did that betoken?
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