Kara lay back on his down pillows with a sneer on his face and his brain very busy.What started the train of thought he did not know, but at that moment his mind was very far away.It carried him back a dozen years to a dirty little peasant's cabin on the hillside outside Durazzo, to the livid face of a young Albanian chief, who had lost at Kara's whim all that life held for a man, to the hateful eyes of the girl's father, who stood with folded arms glaring down at the bound and manacled figure on the floor, to the smoke-stained rafters of this peasant cottage and the dancing shadows on the roof, to that terrible hour of waiting when he sat bound to a post with a candle flickering and spluttering lower and lower to the little heap of gunpowder that would start the trail toward the clumsy infernal machine under his chair.He remembered the day well because it was Candlemas day, and this was the anniversary.He remembered other things more pleasant.The beat of hoofs on the rocky roadway, the crash of the door falling in when the Turkish Gendarmes had battered a way to his rescue.
He remembered with a savage joy the spectacle of his would-be assassins twitching and struggling on the gallows at Pezara and -he heard the faint tinkle of the front door bell.
Had T.X.returned! He slipped from the bed and went to the door, opened it slightly and listened.T.X.with a search warrant might be a source of panic especially if-he shrugged his shoulders.He had satisfied T.X.and allayed his suspicions.He would get Fisher out of the way that night and make sure.
The voice from the hall below was loud and gruff.Who could it be! Then he heard Fisher's foot on the stairs and the valet entered.
"Will you see Mr.Gathercole now!"
"Mr.Gathercole!"
Kara breathed a sigh of relief and his face was wreathed in smiles.
"Why, of course.Tell him to come up.Ask him if he minds seeing me in my room.""I told him you were in bed, sir, and he used shocking language,"said Fisher.
Kara laughed.
"Send him up," he said, and then as Fisher was going out of the room he called him back.
"By the way, Fisher, after Mr.Gathercole has gone, you may go out for the night.You've got somewhere to go, I suppose, and you needn't come back until the morning.""Yes, sir," said the servant.
Such an instruction was remarkably pleasing to him.There was much that he had to do and that night's freedom would assist him materially.
"Perhaps" Kara hesitated, "perhaps you had better wait until eleven o'clock.Bring me up some sandwiches and a large glass of milk.Or better still, place them on a plate in the hall.""Very good, sir," said the man and withdrew.
Down below, that grotesque figure with his shiny hat and his ragged beard was walking up and down the tesselated hallway muttering to himself and staring at the various objects in the hall with a certain amused antagonism.
"Mr.Kara will see you, sir," said Fisher.
