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90 STRANGE EXIT OF POUBALOY, on his lips as he remembered with sudden distinctness tl fiasco of the previous night. ‘‘Wecould at least Poubalov, and I, for one, intend to do so, I cannot sift, anc cut, and sew, and think, while he is in this country ar my friend is in his power.”’ ‘Nicholas Litizki,’’ said one who had not spoken pre ously, ‘if I were in your place, I would let the & case take care Of itself.”’ The tailor glanced at the speaker. | ‘““You speak as if we were still in Rusaia,~ he saic - ‘tand you had authority to command me,’ ‘*You will do as you please,’’ returned the other; ge if I were in your place, I should keep quiet.” ' “Listen then, all of you,’’ exclaimed Litizki, with er ergy; ‘‘I shall not keep quiet. I shall pursue Poubaloy, shall do everything possible to effect the rescue of I Strobel, and if I have to sacrifice my business and whee thing, and every chance Ihave in the world, I shall do it. 99 The door of the little workshop opened, and Alex Poubaloyv stepped in. ‘‘Good-day, to you, Nicholas Litizki, and friends,’’ he said with easy familiarity. ‘‘When one is in a foreign land, and has need of something, he will naturally appl; toa fellow-countryman, will he not?’’ He looked around at the group, as if expecting a gene assent. The men looked darkly at him and were silent. If all had not seen him in Russia, they knew who he was; and if there had been any doubt, they would have but needed to glance at Litizki to see that he was facing eee arch-enemy. ) The tailor rose from his bench, and his sallow face deathly pale. ‘Alexander Poubalov,’’ he said determinedly, ‘‘this no place for you. You hear no words of welcoome——"” “Gently, Litizki, my friend, gently,’’ interposed t spy; ‘‘I call simply on business, I want clothes, Will you make them for me?”’ comicbooks.com