Christine and the white horse had
disappeared. I felt sure that the poor girl was a prisoner in the
house on the lake. Without hesitation, I resolved to return to the
bank, notwithstanding the attendant danger. For twenty-four hours, I
lay in wait for the monster to appear; for I felt that he must go out,
driven by the need of obtaining provisions. And, in this connection, I
may say, that, when he went out in the streets or ventured to show
himself in public, he wore a pasteboard nose, with a mustache attached
to it, instead of his own horrible hole of a nose. This did not quite
take away his corpse-like air, but it made him almost, I say almost,
endurable to look at.

I therefore watched on the bank of the lake and, weary of long waiting,
was beginning to think that he had gone through the other door, the
door in the third cellar, when I heard a slight splashing in the dark,
I saw the two yellow eyes shining like candles and soon the boat
touched shore. Erik jumped out and walked up to me:

"You've been here for twenty-four hours," he said, "and you're annoying
me. I tell you, all this will end very badly. And you will have
brought it upon yourself; for I have been extraordinarily patient with
you. You think you are following me, you great booby, whereas it's I
who am following you; and I know all that you know about me, here. I
spared you yesterday, in MY COMMUNISTS' ROAD; but I warn you,
seriously, don't let me catch you there again! Upon my word, you don't
seem able to take a hint!"

He was so furious that I did not think, for the moment, of interrupting
him. After puffing and blowing like a walrus, he put his horrible
thought into words:

"Yes, you must learn, once and for all--once and for all, I say--to
take a hint! I tell you that, with your recklessness--for you have
already been twice arrested by the shade in the felt hat, who did not
know what you were doing in the cellars and took you to the managers,
who looked upon you as an eccentric Persian interested in stage
mechanism and life behind the scenes: I know all about it, I was
there, in the office; you know I am everywhere--well, I tell you that,
with your recklessness, they will end by wondering what you are after
here ... and they will end by knowing that you are after Erik ... and
then they will be after Erik themselves and they will discover the
house on the lake ... If they do, it will be a bad lookout for you,
old chap, a bad look