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"I is it possible? I've got a cousin called Waring in America! My father's first cousin married an American of that name years and years ago." "She was a Suvaroff my mother," said Fred, but he spoke stiffly. "Her family here disowned her " "Some of them only some of them," said Boris. "Are you really my cousin? My father wrote to your mother long ago but he got no answer!

The fat bartender saw him enter, and came forward with a bottle of brandy. Suvaroff smiled grimly and said nothing. He turned his back upon the company and began to watch the shadows enter and disappear. To-night the puppets seemed more whimsical than grotesque, and once he nearly laughed.

"Here I go bursting into this Italian's room for the purpose of asking him to quit his abominable noise, and I listen like a dumb sheep to his bleatings, and so forget my errand!" The noise continued, grew more insistent, became unbearable. Suvaroff covered his ears with a comforter.

The sound of the accordion seemed gruesome now. Presently he heard a step on the landing. His heart stood still. Sounds drifted down the passageway. The noise was not heavy and clattering, but it had a pattering quality, like a bird upon a roof. Above the wailing of the music, Suvaroff heard a door opened slowly, cautiously. There followed a moment of silence; Suvaroff was frightened.

Suvaroff was lying upon his bed. His face was turned toward the wall. He did not trouble to look at Minetti. "I cannot leave. You know that as well as I do. When I am absent from this room I am in a fever until I get back to it again. I lie here and close my eyes and think.... Whenever a thud shakes the house I leap up, trembling. I have not worked for five days.

At the same moment the grip on his arm was loosened, and the Grand Duke Nicholas swept off his cap. "Your Majesty," he said, "this is the American boy of whom we have heard. One who has done such things as he is charged with must hear his fate from your own lips. He is charged by Mikail Suvaroff with being a spy and a traitor. On the other hand " The Czar smiled.

Minetti shrugged and left. In about an hour Suvaroff rose and went out. He found a squalid wine-shop in the quarter just below the Barbary Coast. He went in and sat alone at a table. The floors had not been freshly sanded for weeks; a dank mildew covered the green wall-paper. He called for brandy, and a fat, greasy-haired man placed a bottle of villainous stuff before him.

Perhaps you are right, but that's no reason for you to treat me like this. After all, you're my uncle " "Silence!" said Suvaroff harshly, startled at the carrying power of the boy's voice. Fred stepped nimbly across the line. "You can't touch me now, by your own word!" he taunted. "I'm in Germany, and your authority stops at the border!

I wish we might catch Suvaroff he is a good soldier, that one at least, and worth a division to the Russians. But there'll be no such luck. He'll have got away, of course a fast motor, or some such way. And they've got more troops close up than we have." And still Fred stared.

Instantly every telescope and pair of binoculars in the Japanese fleet was levelled at them in an endeavour to identify the craft in sight for we were intimately acquainted with the characteristics of every ship in the enemy's fleet and presently we recognised the big, three-funnelled craft at the head of the port line as the Oslabia, while the two-funnelled battleship leading the starboard line was undoubtedly the Suvaroff, Admiral Rojdestvensky's flagship.

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