“Is that courteous to the lady who is waiting for you?”
Sight returned to Josaphat’s eyes. He turned a reddened gaze towards Slim.
“If you do not want me to commit the murder on the woman which did not succeed on you—then send her away before I come....”
Slim was silent. He turned to go. He took the cheque, folded it together and put it into Josaphat’s pocket.
Josaphat offered no resistance.
He walked before Slim towards the door. Then he stopped again and looked around.
He waved the cap which Freder had worn, in farewell to the room, and burst out into ceaseless laughter. He struck his shoulder against the door post....
Then he went out. Slim followed him.
CHAPTER VIII
Freder walked up the steps of the cathedral hesitatingly; he was walking up them for the first time. Hel, his mother, used often to go to the cathedral. But her son had never yet done so. Now he longed to see it with his mother’s eyes and to hear with the ears of Hel, his mother, the stony prayer of the pillars, each of which had its own particular voice.