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One thing seemed certain that Arithelli had left the building. From the Hippodrome he went next to her lodgings, also with no result. He could only now suppose that Sobrenski had sent her off at a moment's notice on some unusual errand. The possibility of her having gone to the house in the Calle de Pescadores did not occur to him.
The fragment of the letter that Arithelli had dropped, lay open in front of him. He read it through again and smiled to himself. "I'll give up even the Cause for your sake," Vardri had written. "Seeing how these men have made you suffer has changed my views. There must be something wrong about our ideas if they produce this cruelty to women. Sobrenski and the others are killing you slowly.
"But you'll go, dear, before Sobrenski sees us together?" "My sweet, if it is for your good, of course I will go. You're right about the letters; I ought to have known it wasn't safe to keep them. As you say, they've got no circumstantial evidence if those are destroyed, and it only means a few more hours' delay in our getting off. I'll go, darling. I'll get down the hills in no time.
As the dresser took off her habit, she asked the woman whether Monsieur Poleski had been behind the scenes during her turn, and was there a note or message? It appeared that there had been no sign of Emile, and she hesitated for a moment, hardly knowing what to do. The order for her presence in the Calle de Pescadores, which of course had been sent by Sobrenski, had told her to come at once.
"I cut my fingers on the window sill when they let me down. There was a piece of iron or a nail or something. I don't remember. It didn't hurt at the time." "H'm!" commented Emile. "But this?" he touched her wrist lightly. "It looks like " "That? Oh, Sobrenski did that. He " "Well?" said Emile. He waited but there came no answer, so he continued the interrogation.
Women always give trouble." "Would you have got a man to do half the work I do?" she flashed out with desperate courage. "Then do your work and don't talk about it," retorted Sobrenski sharply. "If you are absolutely ill and in bed, of course we can't expect you to go to various places, but as long as you can ride every night at the Hippodrome, you can certainly carry messages."
Sobrenski recovered himself first and laughed. "So you thought it was loaded?" he said. "Do you take me for a fool? Allow me to congratulate you on your failure!" Then changing his tone of sarcasm to command: "You must hide that pistol carefully. Put it inside your dress or somewhere safe.
In the dim circle of light cast by the smoky lamp there was only a truss of hay disordered as if someone had lain upon it, and the manta, and other things belonging to Arithelli. There was one thing more, a sheet of paper covered closely with an untidy scrawl. The lynx eyes flashed, and Sobrenski bent eagerly forward. Bad as the light was it had not taken him long to recognise the writing.
Sobrenski, the red-haired leader, detested women, and thought them all fools, who generally added the sin of treachery to their foolishness. Emile himself had taken no interest in any woman since he had lived in Barcelona. He too had found them treacherous. Since he had lost his little childish goddess, Marie Roumanoff, he had had no desire to play the role of lover.
You needn't be afraid. I shall not be here to advise you soon, and all I have to say now is, never imagine yourself secure for an instant. Sobrenski is bound to discover this in the course of time, and he has seen this sort of thing before, which will not make him any more merciful.
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