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once--if you have really come commissioned as you say."

"Well, pardon some natural haste on my part, for the situation

is so strange. I wished first to gain some personal knowledge of

your intentions; and, moreover, I did not know the contents of

the note, and thought that it could be given you at any time."

"I understand," I replied. "So you were ordered to hand me the

note only in the last resort, and if you could not otherwise

appease me? Is it not so? Speak out, Monsieur de Griers."

"Perhaps," said he, assuming a look of great forbearance, but

gazing at me in a meaning way.

I reached for my hat; whereupon he nodded, and went out. Yet on

his lips I fancied that I could see a mocking smile. How could

it have been otherwise?

"You and I are to have a reckoning later, Master Frenchman," I

muttered as I descended the stairs. "Yes, we will measure our

strength together." Yet my thoughts were all in confusion, for

again something seemed to have struck me dizzy. Presently the

air revived me a little, and, a couple of minutes later, my

brain had sufficiently cleared to enable two ideas in particular

to stand out in it. Firstly, I asked myself, which of the

absurd, boyish, and extravagant threats which I had uttered at

random last night had made everybody so alarmed? Secondly, what

was the influence which this Frenchman appeared to exercise over

Polina? He had but to give the word, and at once she did as he

desired--at once she wrote me a note to beg of me to forbear! Of

course, the relations between the pair had, from the first, been

a riddle to me--they had been so ever since I had first made

their acquaintance. But of late I had remarked in her a strong

aversion for, even a contempt for--him, while, for his part, he

had scarcely even looked at her, but had behaved towards her

always in the most churlish fashion. Yes, I had noted that.

Also, Polina herself had mentioned to me her dislike for him,

and delivered herself of some remarkable confessions on the

subject. Hence, he must have got her into his power

somehow--somehow he must be holding her as in a vice.

VIII

All at once, on the Promenade, as it was called--that is to say,

in the Chestnut Avenue--I came face to face with my Englishman.

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