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I was at the Hippodrome. Then
at the Nouveau Cirque at Paris; I was at St. Petersburg, Vienna,
Berlin--all over Europe with Sultan."
"And where is Sultan now?" I asked.
"He is dead. Somebody poisoned him," she replied, looking into the fire.
After a pause she continued in a low voice, singularly like the growl of
a wrathful animal, "If ever I meet that man alive it will go hard with
him."
At that moment the door opened and the servant announced:
"Professor Anastasius Papadopoulos!"
Whereupon the shortest creature that ever bore so lengthy a name, a
dwarf not more than four feet high, wearing a frock coat and bright
yellow gloves, entered the room, and crossing it at a sort of trot fell
on his knees by the side of Madame Brandt's chair.
_"Ah! Carissima, je vous vois enfin, Ach liebes Herz! Que j'ai envie de
pleurer!"_
Madame Brandt smiled, took the creature's head between her hands and
kissed his forehead. She also caressed his shoulders.
"My dear Anastasius, how good it is to see you.


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