Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 96 of 240
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92 STRANGE EXIT OF POUBALOYV, -and he was disappointed. It was while he was meditating thus that Clara and Louise called. 3 The little tailor almost blushed as he left his bench a went to meet them. . = ‘‘T should almost say,’’ he began hurriedly, after he had awkwardly acknowledged their greetings, ‘‘that 5 ought not to come here. Are you aware that Pout may be, probably is, watching your every step? That | man has the eyes of a thousand, and if it were possible to throw him off the track it would be best to do so, it is impossible. lf you did not come here, he woud find out that you know me, and he would infer the rest.” ‘‘You seem troubled, Mr. Litizki,’’ said Clara, kindly; ‘*have you, too, given up Mr. Strobel?’’ 4 ‘I? Never! It is because I do not give him up that— well, yes, Iam troubled. Why disguise the fact that F balov is a powerful enemy? Iam nota coward, Miss E man; my life is not worth enough to me to make me care for it, but I fear that man’s power will be too g for the friends of Ivan Strobel.”’ **You have seen him, then?’’ ‘‘Yes, I—’’ Litizki averted his eyes and continued: “F has been here, to-day, not more than half an hour eo) | ‘“‘T hope, Mr, Litizki,’’ said Clara, ‘‘that you will not put yourself in his power. If you feel that it is dangerous to help in the search for Mr. Strobel, you must not doit.” ‘Dangerous? It is too late to think of that, if I cared about it. That man has possession of Mr. Strobel, and will keep him until he has accomplished some purpose. St - bel will not yield.’’ Litizki paused and looked gloo mil; away. ‘You see, if is a question of how to circumy Poubaloyv,’’ he added. “I am afraid, Mr. Litizki, that your loyalty to 3 friend will bring misfortune upon you. I should bey sorry for that.”’ | ‘Ah, Miss Hilman,’’ muttered the tailor, and a wistfulness lingered briefly in his eyes, ncomic re ° s com. Ld a * > =