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On
that
same
night
in
Madrid
there
were
many
people
at
the
Hotel
Gaylord
.
A
car
pulled
up
under
the
porte
-
cochere
of
the
hotel
,
its
headlights
painted
over
with
blue
calcimine
and
a
little
man
in
black
riding
boots
,
gray
riding
breeches
and
a
short
,
gray
high
-
buttoned
jacket
stepped
out
and
returned
the
salute
of
the
two
sentries
as
he
opened
the
door
,
nodded
to
the
secret
policeman
who
sat
at
the
concierge
’
s
desk
and
stepped
into
the
elevator
.
There
were
two
sentries
seated
on
chairs
inside
the
door
,
one
on
each
side
of
the
marble
entrance
hall
,
and
these
only
looked
up
as
the
little
man
passed
them
at
the
door
of
the
elevator
.
It
was
their
business
to
feel
every
one
they
did
not
know
along
the
flanks
,
under
the
armpits
,
and
over
the
hip
pockets
to
see
if
the
person
entering
carried
a
pistol
and
,
if
he
did
,
have
him
check
it
with
the
concierge
.
But
they
knew
the
short
man
in
riding
boots
very
well
and
they
hardly
looked
up
as
he
passed
.
The
apartment
where
he
lived
in
Gaylord
’
s
was
crowded
as
he
entered
.
People
were
sitting
and
standing
about
and
talking
together
as
in
any
drawing
room
and
the
men
and
the
women
were
drinking
vodka
,
whiskey
and
soda
,
and
beer
from
small
glasses
filled
from
great
pitchers
.
Four
of
the
men
were
in
uniform
.
The
others
wore
windbreakers
or
leather
jackets
and
three
of
the
four
women
were
dressed
in
ordinary
street
dresses
while
the
fourth
,
who
was
haggardly
thin
and
dark
,
wore
a
sort
of
severely
cut
militiawoman
’
s
uniform
with
a
skirt
with
high
boots
under
it
.
When
he
came
into
the
room
,
Karkov
went
at
once
to
the
woman
in
the
uniform
and
bowed
to
her
and
shook
hands
.
She
was
his
wife
and
he
said
something
to
her
in
Russian
that
no
one
could
hear
and
for
a
moment
the
insolence
that
had
been
in
his
eyes
as
he
entered
the
room
was
gone
.
Then
it
lighted
again
as
he
saw
the
mahogany
-
colored
head
and
the
love
-
lazy
face
of
the
well
-
constructed
girl
who
was
his
mistress
and
he
strode
with
short
,
precise
steps
over
to
her
and
bowed
and
shook
her
hand
in
such
a
way
that
no
one
could
tell
it
was
not
a
mimicry
of
his
greeting
to
his
wife
.
His
wife
had
not
looked
after
him
as
he
walked
across
the
room
.
She
was
standing
with
a
tall
,
good
-
looking
Spanish
officer
and
they
were
talking
Russian
now
.
"
Your
great
love
is
getting
a
little
fat
,
"
Karkov
was
saying
to
the
girl
.
"
All
of
our
heroes
are
fattening
now
as
we
approach
the
second
year
.
"
He
did
not
look
at
the
man
he
was
speaking
of
.
"
You
are
so
ugly
you
would
be
jealous
of
a
toad
,
"
the
girl
told
him
cheerfully
.
She
spoke
in
German
.
"
Can
I
go
with
thee
to
the
offensive
tomorrow
?
"
"
No
.
Nor
is
there
one
.
"
"
Every
one
knows
about
it
,
"
the
girl
said
.
"
Don
’
t
be
so
mysterious
.
Dolores
is
going
.
I
will
go
with
her
or
Carmen
.
Many
people
are
going
.
"
"
Go
with
whoever
will
take
you
,
"
Karkov
said
.
"
I
will
not
.
"
Then
he
turned
to
the
girl
and
asked
seriously
,
"
Who
told
thee
of
it
?
Be
exact
.
"
"
Richard
,
"
she
said
as
seriously
.
