The Mission of Poubalov — page 196: what you’re looking at

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192 THE NEW CLEW. ‘fone of us might be missing before another opportunit occurred. Tam not so much in a hurry that I cannot liste to you.”’ ‘‘No!’’ said the spy, decidedly, ‘‘go your way, and tak this comfort with you, Palovna, that you have done you friend Strobel a service.’’ . He shrugged his shoulders and withdrew into his and closed the door. Paul went slowly down the stairs and opened the fre door just as the landlady poked her head from her re ot on the ground floor and inquired in an agitated whispe: ‘*Whatever was the trouble?”’ 4 “Tt is nothing,’’ said Paul, ‘I stumbled, and the gentk man in the front room mistook me for a burglar, I gues Sorry I disturbed you.’’ ‘It’s all right,’’ whispered the landlady, “‘but I gues he must have scared you some, Your face is as wet as you’d been out in a rain.” 5 Paul realized then to what a tense degree his nerves ha been strained. Perspiration seemed to be oozing from eyery pore. Hi knees felt weak and his head dizzy, but he kept in min the part he was playing and left the house. Howeve certain if was that Poubaloy would infer that Strobel intimate friend lodged there for the purpose of watchin him, it would never do to openly admit the fact by r turning immediately to his room. P He went to the corner of Bowdoin Street, and back o the other side to a point directly opposite Poubalov’s win dows. | As he walked, one deep-toned stroke rang out from neighboring church tower. If that was the hour Poubalov had set for putting — bullet into his heart, he had let it pass without -taki. D action. | Paul kept his eyes upon the curtained windows behinz which the chandelier light still glowed, and longed to t back at his peephole, watcihng the spy... Yet. thore ss JIL