The Mission of Poubalov — page 131: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

LIZZIE WHITE. 127 CHAPTER XVI. LIZZIE WHITE. _ Clara clutched her uncle’s arm convulsively and leaned heavily upon him. _ **¥You have seen Mr. Strobel?’’ she whispered. _ Ali the color fled from Litizki’s face as he realized how woefully he had put his foot in it. In the intensity of his hate for Poubalov and his distrust of him, he had forgot- ten for the moment that the spy was but a secondary fig- ure in the drama they were enacting. Clara saw in the lit- tle tailor’s distressed expression that she had interpreted his words erroneously. The double shock well nigh un- nerved her. *Let us walk on a little way,’’ she said faintly. Stuyve- sant Square was near by, and Mr. Pembroke led her Within the gates and sat with her upon a bench. Litizki followed humbly, suffering miserably from his indiscreet zeal, and Clara told her uncle who he was. Mr. Pembroke asked: **Well, my man, who is it you have seen?”’’ **Alexander Poubaloy, sir,’’ he replied with his eyes upon the ground. _ - Strange!’’ said Mr. Pembroke, turning to his niece; “did you tell him you were coming to New York?’’ _ ‘No; I didn’t mean that he should know it. He called ‘at the house yesterday after I had gone, and Louise writes - she withheld any definite information about my whereabout.’’ Mr. Pembroke looked inquiringly at Litizki. ‘‘I came on yesterday by the same train that brought anybody in New York to watch out for her. There wa ninliGloc Oks Ge in ; on Hilman,”’ he said, ‘‘for I didn’t know that there was