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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Sorry to have troubled you," said the stranger, rising and picking up his hat. Bernini went down to the basement, obfuscated; for he knew the visitor. He was one of the greatest bankers in New York that is to say, in America! Asking questions about Stefani Gregor!
Once those gorilla-like hands reached out for him Stefani Gregor's neck would break. "Be still, fiddler! You know what I mean. There will be no upper class, which is idleness and wastefulness; no middle class, the usurers, the gamblers of necessities, the war makers. One great body of equals shall issue forth. All shall labour." "For what?" "The common good."
The girl had forgiven him; he knew it by the touch of her arm.... Old Stefani! A sob escaped him. Their arms tightened. "No; I was thinking of Stefani. Rather hard to die all alone because he loved me." Kitty longed to be alone. There were still many unshed tears some for Cutty, some for Stefani Gregor, some for Johnny Two-Hawks, and some for herself.
It was the worst kind of news a summons to Washington for conference. Which signified that the Government's plans were completed and that shortly he would be on his way to Piraeus. A fine muddle! Hawksley in no condition to send upon his way; Kitty's affair unsettled; the emeralds still in camera obscura; Karlov at liberty with his infernal schemes, and Stefani Gregor his prisoner.
Stefani was old, highly strung. Who knew what infernal lies Karlov had told him? Stefani could stand up under physical torture; but to tear at his soul, to twist and rend his spirit! The bubble in the champagne died down as it always will if one permits it to stand. He felt the old mood seep through the dikes of his gayety. Alone.
To have planned this for months, and then to be balked by something as visible yet as elusive as quicksilver! Born in the same mudhole, and still Boris Karlov the avenger could not understand Stefani Gregor the fiddler. Perhaps what baffled him was that so valiant a spirit should be housed in so weak a body.
He did not seek the elevator but mounted the first flight of stairs. He saw two doors, one on each side of the landing. He sought one, stooped and peered at the card over the bell. Conover. Gregor's was opposite. Having a key he did not knock but unlocked the door and stepped into the dark hall. "Stefani Gregor?" he called, joyously. "Stefani, my old friend, it is I!" Silence.
He puts something into your soul that makes you wish to go forth at once to do some fine, unselfish act." Stefani Gregor! He thought of the clear white soul of the man who had surrendered imperishable fame to stand between him and the curse of his blood; who had for ten years stood between his mother and the dissolute man whom irony had selected for the part of father.
His true wife! Ah, she would have been all of that Molly's girl! "Will you mind waiting here until I see where old Stefani Gregor is?" "No," answered Kitty, dreamily. Cutty limped to the door. Outside he leaned against the partition. Done in, body and soul. Always opening the gates of paradise for somebody else... His true wife! Slowly he descended the stairs.
Doubtless they had or Boris Karlov would not be in this room. "We killed him to-night, Stefani, in your rooms. We threw out the food so he would have to seek something to eat. The last of that breed, stem and branch! We are no longer the mud; we ourselves are the heels. We are conquering the world. Today Europe is ours; to-morrow, America!"
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