into explanation, and the Wanderer knew well enough
that if he was to learn anything it must be by observation and not by
questioning. Keyork filled both glasses in silence and both men drank
before speaking again.

"And now that we have refreshed ourselves," he said, returning naturally
to his former manner, "we will go and find Israel Kafka. It is as well
that we should have given him a little time to himself. He may have
returned to his senses without any trouble on our part. Shall we take
the Individual?"

"As you please," the Wanderer answered indifferently as he rose from his
place.

"It is very well for you not to care," observed Keyork. "You are big
and strong and young, whereas I am a little man and very old at that.
I shall take him for my own protection. I confess that I value my life
very highly. It is a part of that simplicity which you despise. That
devil of a Jew is armed, you say?"

"I saw something like a knife in his hand, as we shut him in," said the
Wanderer with the same indifference as before.

"Then I will take the Individual," Keyork answered promptly. "A man's
bare hands must be strong and clever to take a man's life in a scuffle,
and few men can use a pistol to any purpose. But a knife is a weapon of
precision. I will take the Individual, decidedly."

He made a few rapid signs, and the Individual disappeared, coming back a
moment later attired in a long coat not unlike his master's except that
the fur of the great collar was of common fox instead of being of sable.
Keyork drew his peaked cape comfortably down over the tips of his ears.

"The ether!" he exclaimed. "How forgetful I am growing! Your charming
conversation had almost made me forget the object of our visit!"

He went back and took the various things he needed. Then the three men
went out together.

CHAPTER XXII

More than an hour had elapsed since the Wanderer and Unorna had finally
turned the key upon Israel Kafka, leaving him to his own reflections.
During the first moments he made desperate efforts to get out of the
conservatory, throwing himself with all his weight and strength against
the doors and thrusting the point of his long knife into the small
apertures of the locks. Then, seeing that every attempt was fruitless,
he desisted and sat down, in a state of complete exhaustion. A reaction
began to set in after the furious excitement of the afternoon, and he
felt all at once that it would be impossible for him t