“Of all that I can tell you nothing, Excellency. It is best forgotten.”
There was a heavy footstep on the stair and next moment the door was tried, and Mishka’s voice exclaimed: “It is I. Open to me, Herr Gould.”
There was no help for it, so I drew back the bolt. The door had no lock,—only bolts within and without.
As Mishka entered, the Jew bowed low to him, and slipped through the doorway. Mishka glanced sharply at me, muttered something about returning soon, and followed Yossof, closing the door behind him and shooting the outer bolt.
CHAPTER XXXVI
STILL ON THE ROAD
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Will you never learn wisdom?” demanded Mishka, when, after a few minutes, he returned. “Why could you not rest here in safety?”