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LITIZKE?PS LESSON, él CHAPTER IX. LITIZKI’S LESSON. There had been no scuffle and almost no noise as the tailor fell to the floor, but one of the chamber doors opened, nevertheless, and a startled voice asked: *‘What’s that?’’ “Sorry you’ve been disturbed,’’ said Poubalov; ‘‘a friend of mine, with a little more of a load than he could manage, has stumbled. That’s all. Iwill look out for him.’’ The inquirer went back to bed grumbling, and as soon as the door closed Poubalov whispered in Russian: ‘Will you keep quiet, or shall I have to quiet you?’’ and he re- moved his hand from Litizki’s mouth. ‘*Tt’s all one to me, Alexander Poubalov,’’ muttered the tailor, and, feeling the pressure removed, he rose to his feet. Still speaking Russian, the spy remarked: **You are so good at finding your way in the dark that I will not pull the slide of my lantern. I should dislike, for your sake, to have you recognized. Go down and enter my room.’’ Litizki felt for the banister, and, guided by it, walked down the flight and opened the door, as directed, into his captor’s room. When Poubalov came in he closed and bolted the door, then opened the lantern and let its rays fall on Litizki from head to feet, and head again, as if he were curiously stucying't the make-up. He laughed softly at last ana said: ‘“‘There’s a chair just back of you. Sit down.’’ The tailor sank into it, and Poubalov lit the gas. In the general light Litizki saw that the spy was fully dressed save for his coat, and that the folding bed which was a CONNICOOOLKS (C(O