In any case, certain areas of Africa come into view. Or on the other hand maybe a settlement farther east. What do you think? Since the Orient is the focal point of a conversation that has as of late involved our consideration, I would danger a theory that you might be looking for a site in the Far East that would be appropriate for our movement.” “I once had a canine who could remain on his rear legs and bark,” Kostolec said. “An astute little individual. Generally engaging.” “I’m satisfied to have stirred your sentimentality,” said Beheim. “In any case, simple astuteness can accomplish nothing, and that is absolutely what you have accomplished by knowing the subject of my examination. What connection could there be between my erudite interests and the homicide of the Golden?” “None that I can see,” said Beheim. “But then this inquiry of our movement is a shading that colors the whole examination. At any rate, I have a feeling that it does. Not many of our interrelations are straightforward undertakings.
Whatever the sequence of occasions, whatever the shallow avocation for those occasions, the moves we make appear to resound on numerous levels, to bring together an assortment of worries into the components of a solitary enthusiasm. I trust it is silly to take a shortsighted perspective on the wrongdoing, to endeavor to isolate it, in my thought, from its setting. According, ly your political inclusion interests me. To the furthest extent that I can decide, you have until recently held yourself separated from this kind of issue. Positively there has never been any adoration lost among you and Agenor, but then now you are his partnerPoliticalal collusion established on common personal circumstance? Maybe. Nonetheless, I would be a blockhead on the off chance that I didn’t analyze the likelihood that there is something else entirely to it than that.” “I can’t figure how this leads you to associate me with murder.”
“‘Suspect’ is too solid a word. I have no genuine suspects. Due to constraints forced upon me by time and condition, I should focus my energies on the individuals who show what strikes me as strange conduct.
As yours strikes me. It might create the impression that I am trying in vain, and surely I am. Be that as it may, examinations of this sort seldom continue along coherent lines. A slip is made, a mystery is murmured, a mishap of destiny happens. What’s more, unexpectedly the entire thing is uncovereConcerning to my part in things, I’m projecting my net in cloudy waters, trusting that a shark will see my legs and look to take a nibble, thinking I am only cunning.” Alexandra gave a delicate, satisfying giggle, and Kostolec’s eyes cut toward her; for a moment his highlights were gathered into a venomous cover. Then, at that point, he, as well, giggled. He gestured to Beheim. A common gesture.
“Will you excuse me?” he said, and with an immense jump that conveyed him to the foot of the steps, he hustled up to the arrival straight above them. Beheim heard a cry, hints of a concise battle. Seconds after the fact Kostolec returned, hauling behind him an alarmed young fellow dressed all in dark, with battered earthy colored hair and a flimsy, since a long time ago jawed face; a new yield of pimples strayed across his brow. “Who is this?” Alexandra asked, and Kostolec said, “An animal of the Vandelores. Aren’t you?” He lifted the man by the collar, holding his head near the light, and swung him so his knees smacked against the railing.
“This appalling scalawag is the third covert agent they’ve set on me since my arrival.”
“My master, have to feel sorry for!” said the man, gripping at Kostolec’s wrist to keep himself from influencing to and fro. “I intended no mischief.” “Say thanks to God!” said Kostolec jokingly. “I was apprehensive for my life.” His gaze was just about as relentless and dark as that of an old reptile. “Who sent you?” The man wet his lips; his eyes dashed to Alexandra, then, at that point to Beheim. “Marko,” he said. “It was Marko. Master, I didn’t enthusiastically—” “Be quiet!” said Kostolec; he looked at Beheim. “Do you see now why I respond with such hostility to your inquiries? Day and night, I am assailed by the Vandelores. How might I endure this steady obstruction in my issues?” “What could the Vandelores need of you?” Beheim asked, watching the man attempting to swallow, half-gagged by his fixed collar.