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“I am glad you told me this, Judas Fuchs;
it was nice of you, it facilitates matters for
me personally a lot. I have, like you, a
sentimental nature; it hurts my feelings to cause
a man to be shot and I was almost beginning
to feel sorry for you, my dear Fuchs.”
The spy succeeded in getting his eyes away
from the Doctor’s, and he cast a rapid glance
at the door.
“Yes, you are quite right, Fox, the doors
are left open the whole night; but you are
wrong in thinking that you might wriggle out
like a venomous reptile in the dark. Listen
well to what I now tell you! You will never
come out alive from this church. If man
does not kill you, God will.”
Fear shone in the eyes of the spy and his
whole body began to shiver.
“Are you certain he won’t escape?” said
the Mayor as they turned away. “I have
heard of a man with a bullet through his body
being able to walk in less than a week’s time.
It may besides be true what Sœur Philippine
told me, that she thought she saw a shadow
moving last night towards the door. Who
else could it have been but he? I dare not
rely on anybody to watch him during the
night. We are all worn out; we must keep
the doors open, the stench is too terrible, and
we have besides all the dead to carry out
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