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"
Go
to
bed
,
my
precious
.
I
will
walk
a
few
steps
with
our
friend
,
and
then
I
will
come
back
.
"
Dirk
Stroeve
agreed
to
fetch
me
on
the
following
evening
and
take
me
to
the
cafe
at
which
Strickland
was
most
likely
to
be
found
.
I
was
interested
to
learn
that
it
was
the
same
as
that
at
which
Strickland
and
I
had
drunk
absinthe
when
I
had
gone
over
to
Paris
to
see
him
.
The
fact
that
he
had
never
changed
suggested
a
sluggishness
of
habit
which
seemed
to
me
characteristic
.
"
There
he
is
,
"
said
Stroeve
,
as
we
reached
the
cafe
.
Though
it
was
October
,
the
evening
was
warm
,
and
the
tables
on
the
pavement
were
crowded
.
I
ran
my
eyes
over
them
,
but
did
not
see
Strickland
.
"
Look
.
Over
there
,
in
the
corner
.
He
’
s
playing
chess
.
"
I
noticed
a
man
bending
over
a
chess
-
board
,
but
could
see
only
a
large
felt
hat
and
a
red
beard
.
We
threaded
our
way
among
the
tables
till
we
came
to
him
.
"
Strickland
.
"
He
looked
up
.
"
Hulloa
,
fatty
.
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
’
ve
brought
an
old
friend
to
see
you
.
"
