METROPOLIS Georgi was asleep.
Slim left the room, followed by the policeman. "What do you wantP" Slim asked with an absent-minded look at him. "The report, sir."
"What report,,' "I was to take down a report, sir."
Slim looked at the policeman very attentively, almost meditatively. He raised his hand and rubbed it across his forehead. "A mistake," he said. "That was a mistake. .. ,..
Tbe policeman saluted and retired, a little puzzled, for be knew Slim. . He remained standing on the same spot. Again and again be rubbed his forehead with the same helpless gesture. Then he.shook his head, stepped into the car and said: "Ninetieth block. .••"
CHAPTER VII "WHERE
JS Georgi?" asked Freder, Ilis eyes wandering through
Josaphat's three rooms. which stretched out before himbeautiful, with a rather bewildering super-abundance of armchairs, divans and silk cushions. with curtains which goldenly
obscured the light. "WhoP" asked Josaphat, listlessly. He had waited, had not slept and his eyes stood excessively large in his thin, almost white face. His gaze, which he did not take from Freder, was like hands which are raised adoringly.
"Georgi," repeated Freder. He smiled happily with his tired mouth. "Who is that?" asked Josaphat.
"I sent him to you." "Nobody has come." Freder looked at him without answering. "I sat all night in this chair." continued ]osaphat. misinterpreting Freder's silence. "I did not sleep a wink. I ex.
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