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"
Sir
,
it
is
Craeke
.
"
"
Craeke
!
the
confidential
servant
of
Mynheer
John
de
Witt
?
Good
,
let
him
wait
.
"
"
I
can
not
wait
,
"
said
a
voice
in
the
lobby
.
And
at
the
same
time
forcing
his
way
in
,
Craeke
rushed
into
the
dry-room
.
This
abrupt
entrance
was
such
an
infringement
on
the
established
rules
of
the
household
of
Cornelius
van
Baerle
,
that
the
latter
,
at
the
sight
of
Craeke
,
almost
convulsively
moved
his
hand
which
covered
the
bulbs
,
so
that
two
of
them
fell
on
the
floor
,
one
of
them
rolling
under
a
small
table
,
and
the
other
into
the
fireplace
.
"
Zounds
!
"
said
Cornelius
,
eagerly
picking
up
his
precious
bulbs
,
"
what
's
the
matter
?
"
"
The
matter
,
sir
!
"
said
Craeke
,
laying
a
paper
on
the
large
table
,
on
which
the
third
bulb
was
lying
,
--
"
the
matter
is
,
that
you
are
requested
to
read
this
paper
without
losing
one
moment
.
"
And
Craeke
,
who
thought
he
had
remarked
in
the
streets
of
Dort
symptoms
of
a
tumult
similar
to
that
which
he
had
witnessed
before
his
departure
from
the
Hague
,
ran
off
without
even
looking
behind
him
.
"
All
right
!
all
right
!
my
dear
Craeke
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
stretching
his
arm
under
the
table
for
the
bulb
;
"
your
paper
shall
be
read
,
indeed
it
shall
.
"
Then
,
examining
the
bulb
which
he
held
in
the
hollow
of
his
hand
,
he
said
:
"
Well
,
here
is
one
of
them
uninjured
.
That
confounded
Craeke
!
thus
to
rush
into
my
dry-room
;
let
us
now
look
after
the
other
.
"
