SOPHY OF KRAVONIA
Outside, big Mistitch had crossed the canal and come to the corner where the Street of the Fountain opens on to St. Michael's Square. "What say you to a call at the Hotel de Paris, lads?" he said.
"Hist!" Sterkoff whispered. "Do you hear that step—coming up the street there?"
The illuminations burned still in the Square and sent a path of light down the narrow street. The three stopped and turned their heads. Sterkoff pointed. Mistitch—looked and smacked his ponderous thigh.
