Gathrid checked each and found it innocent. He chose the paymaster, reasoning that if another attack had been ordered it would find Rogala wakened and on guard. Just get it finished before noon tomorrow. Gathrid had to make a choice of pursuits.
The bodyguards made it impossible for Gathrid to eavesdrop. But he won't risk his own people."Ī short time later the crime baron took to the streets. He'll keep trying till he succeeds, till you go broke or there's a shortage of blades. Once the vagrant guaranteed his unnoted escape, he took the failure of his agents philosophically. In Torun he was as powerful as any prince. The vagrant reported to an underworld chieftain whose name, Suftko, Gathrid had heard in faraway Kacalief. Gathrid narrowly avoided betraying himself. He crossed the trail of a vagrant who gave himself away by moving with too much speed and suspicion. "That's getting a little carried away," he whispered. The backup plan was to burn the inn with everyone inside.
Some sort of combustible, Gathrid realized. "How did it go?" this make-believe monk asked. The Kimach Faulstich he deemed responsible for Gudermuth's destruction. He was Bilgoraj's King, Kimach Faulstich. He listened at the one window revealing a light. The animals fled from him without a whimper. The man led him to a small, neat house guarded by dogs. He hoped to pick up the director of the team. Gathrid chased him a few hundred yards, then doubled back. The arsonist ran like all the imps of Hell were after him. Mulenex? Nieroda? Ahlert? Hildreth, trying to frame Mulenex? Or some local entrepreneur trying to obtain Daubendiek for his own use? Torun had an underworld replete with famous names. There had to be a way to trace the principal.
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