The Mission of Poubalov — page 195: what you’re looking at

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THE NEW CLEW. 191 CHAPTER XXIV. THE NEW CLEW. Frantic with anxiety and dread, Paul followed a sudden impulse and jumped to the floor, ran to the door that opened into the hall, unlocked and opened it and rushed out. He had a wild idea of bursting in the door of Poubalov’s room and wrestling with him if need be to take away the revolver and prevent suicide. He stopped, startled, just outside his door, for Poubalov stood before him, the light from the chandelier streaming out upon him and showing him erect, alert, his revolver pointed directly at the watcher. | ‘What is the matter?’’ asked Poubalov, coolly. Paul caught his breath and leaned upon the banister. “Twas going out in a hurry and stumbled against a chair,’’ he stammered. “Strange time of night to do things ina hurry,’ re- marked Pouhbaolv, still aiming his weapon at the young man; ‘‘do you belong here?”’ ‘Yes; I moved in yesterday.”’ Poubalov stood a little aside to let the light fall more fully upon Paul’s face. *‘Humph!’’ he said, lowering the revolver; then added, in Russian, ‘‘you are Paul Palovna, intimate friend of Ivan Strobel. ’”’ ‘‘Yes,’’ admitted Paul, in the same language, ‘I am, and you are his deadly enemy.’ “Bah!’’ exclaimed Poubalov in profound disgust, ‘you ought to know better. Come in here—but no! you are ina hurry. Go, then; I will talk to you another time.’’ S (CO in “Better now, Poubalov.’' returnd Paul, significantly;