There was nothing more to be done
for her in the way of alleviation till the doctor came.
He took up a book, and tried to shut his ears and distract his
thoughts. As he stared unseeingly at the printed pages, there suddenly
flashed into his brain the name of Count Vladimir, the owner of "_The
Witch_." Here was the very man to whom he could confidently apply for
help in the present difficulties, for the Russian had made it his
business in life to bestow his wealth in assisting the revolutionaries.
Emile decided that he would write tomorrow, when he had acquired
certain particulars as to the address he wanted.
Fatalite had done good work for the Cause, he argued, therefore let
those who supported the organisation keep her till she was able to work
again.
The next task he would have to undertake would be that of bullying or
bribing the landlady into a promise to undertake at least some of the
duties of a sick-room. The rest of the nursing he proposed to do
himself. He grinned as he lit another evil-smelling cigarette, at the
thought of Vardri's proposal.
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