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Se 112 A NEW DEPARTURE. via This seemed rather a wild supposition, for it would. m be like Poubalov to adinit others into his secret ope tions. S Had he followed Billings? There was no doulas Clara’s mind that this was what he started to do when he leaped over the hedge and ran to the side of the road oF: posite to where Billings was walking. Had Poubaloy k Billings in the darnkess, and, observing Litizki’s pur purposely dodged hither and thither, to discomfit th tailor? From every question Clara turned more puzzled ¢ before. It must be that she was on the wrong ineakerll a reasonable answer could be found, a reasonable € tion suggested for every act. Perhaps she was wrong.J obstinately connecting Poubalov with the first act in — tragedy, the disappearance of Ivan; but if so, could | conduct even then be explained? wad ‘Mr, Litizki,’’ said Clara, at length, “I want to knox all that can possibly be learned about this man Bi 4 He gave me his address. Will you undertake to look him up? Unless he is very closely in league with Poubaloy, he will not know who you are, and for that matter it proba bly won’t be necessary for you to meet him. Eventually you might have to follow him somewhere, but at the star you might learn a great deal from his neighbors.” : | “Till do it, Miss Hilman; but I promise you now that every step I take will be dogged by Poubaloy.”’ ‘‘Well, never mind. You will be on you guard ins him—and yet, I do not want you to expose yourself — danger,’’ and Clara shuddered as she thought of the long dagger concealed in Poubalov’s cane. ete ‘‘Bah!”’ returned Litizki, ‘‘I care nothing for the ¢ ger. My only fear is that the villain will overresalll 1e in anything I may attempt. I am no match for him in skill and cunning, Miss Hilman.”’ i es Litizki was woefully dejected. Never did man 800 to be possessed of genius, or even talent, and the was painfully aware of his own deficiencies. r “4 4 Pe tlor micboo ate 13 .. iy 2 o -_ ee e Pp \