“Where is Malkiel?”
“We must find Malkiel!”
“We must see Malkiel!”
“Is it really Malkiel?”
“Oh, is it the Malkiel? Where—where is Malkiel?”
Such cries as these broke upon the ears of the astronomer and Mr. Sagittarius.
Sir Tiglath grew purple.
“Malkiel who has insulted the holy stars here!” he roared, letting go of Mr. Sagittarius. “Where—where is he?”
“In there, sir, I verily believe!” cried Mr. Sagittarius, pointing in the direction of the crowd with a hand that shook like all the leaves in Vallombrosa.
“Let me find him!” shouted the astronomer. “Let me only discover him! I’ll break every bone in his accursed body.”