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Updated: June 28, 2025
"I'm ever so sorry to leave just now. Froken Elisabeth, I'm afraid you've turned my head, bewitched me completely; but I realize it's hopeless to think of it. It's a marvel to me, by the way...." I shambled over to Raadhusgaten, and stood awhile by the cab stand, watching the entrance to the Victoria. But, of course, she had gone to see some friends.
"Looking out on to Raadhusgaten?" "Yes." "Then it must have been my sister," I say, inventing something in order to slip past the porter. I go up the stairs, and, to give myself no chance of turning back, I knock at the door the moment I have seen the number. No answer. I knock again. "Is it the maid?" comes a voice from within. I could not answer yes; my voice would have betrayed me.
She was out just now. I got ready at once, and hurried round to Raadhusgaten to stand on watch. In the course of half an hour I saw a number of people pass in and out, not the one I sought. It was five o'clock now, and I went in and spoke to the porter. Fruen was gone. Gone? "Was it you that rang up? She came just at that moment and took her things. But I've a letter here."
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