The Mission of Poubalov — page 192: what you’re looking at

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188 AT ONE O'CLOCK A. M. slowly on, and soon thereafter was joined by a man with whom he conversed, _ Paul went near enough to see the man’s face, but he ¢ not recognize him as anybody he had ever seen before. The conversation finished, Poubaloy continued on his way, again walking rapidly, but this time, after coming to Washington Street, he boarded a downtown car, An upen car was directly behind it, and Paul found a place on its front seat, thus being enabled to keep the spy in view until he alighted at Scollay Square. | The guilty as well as the innocent must eat, and supper was the next thing to engage Poubalov’s attention. improved the opportunity in the same way, but he fi ished quickly, and waited a long time for the spy to co forth. He had been watching the restaurant entrance from a doorway across the street, and at last he ventured over to see whether possibly his quarry had escaped him. No; there sat Poubalov, at a table not far from the door, his head bent down as if he were thinking profoundly. His supper lay almost untouched before him. Just as Paul looked in, the head waiter touched the customer on the shoulder. t Poubalov looked up with a start, and the head waiter seemed to be apologizing for his intrusion. - It was clear that he had supposed the customer to be asleep, or ill, Poubalov paid his check and left the place. He went to his lodging-house, and when Paul saw that he had lit the gas, he, too, went inside. He locked the door immediately and applied his « to the nail hole, . Poubaloy sat with folded arms in an old-fashioned rock- ing chair, gazing abstractedly before him. On the little center table under the chandelier, Paul could just distin- guish Clara’s photograph. i. Paul remained with his eye at the hole until if seemed as if he could stand no longer. In all that time Poubs had not moved perceptibly. The watcher got down and looked at his ti