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Suddenly, like an awful roar of
thunder, came that other sound!
Vladimir, bleeding, barely con
scious, heard It. "Thank God
I did not see His..surging
brain trailed into throbbing in
the dimness of the thought, and
then he was in darkness.
THere was a panic, but there
was no stampede. The frighten
ed horses had been led back
there would be no race. Women
fainted or sobbed and the few in
jured groaned. The cry ran
through the crowd: "An at
tempt had been made upon the
grand duke's life."
The terrorist had given himself
up and was led off by the police,
though angry hands would have
seized him. His hand had played
him false. An unknown man had
chosen the wrong moment to
commit suicide and the shot had
unnerved him. The grand duke
was not even injured and was able
to assist the wounded about his
box. And Paul had failed.
She knelt beside the uncon
scious man. The doctor was
bending over him. He was a large
man with grave, earnest eyes, and
he looked in her lovely, agonized
face with a gaze of keen scrutiny.
They were in one of the officer's
boxes, whether they had carried
Vladimir after the excitement had
"A terrorist who knew of the
plot," some said. "He is not," the
girl said, with quiet indignation,
but a steady voice. "He knew
nothing of the outrage. He is M.
Vladimir Valinoff, my betroth
Just then those near her spoke
another name and she went white.
The doctor saw the flood of emo
tions sweep her face knowledge,
love, agony, fear. He caught her
gaze, steadying her with a look,
and she did not speak. Bending
over the injured man the doctor
slipped something white from a
pocket into one of his own. Alex
andria alone saw the covert act.
With professional deftness he
worked on at the bandages.
"The ambulance is waiting,"
one of the officials said, and the
doctor rose to his feet to lead
Alexandria to the door.
"Will he recover?" she said,
The doctor's hand closed over
hers for.an instant. ''There is a
chance, a faint chance," he said
Then, as he passed the little
knot of listeners, he stood aside,
formally, for the girl to pass out
of the door. She felt the con
jecture, she ielt the suspicion.
She almost thought she could
hear. them asking: "Why did he
shoot himself if he was not one
She drew herself upright in
gentle dignity and her lip trem
bled. Her eyes, in proud confi
dence, sought the doctor's alone,
but iier worlds were not low.
"We we had quarreled," she
said, humbly. "Please help him
In the doctor's face was a look
of admiration and understanding;
in hers a quick flash of answering
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