THE MYSTERY CITY

CHAPTER 107

“Could it be the Black Hellebore? she guessed. — Sooner or later persistent experiments can give the desired result. I don't doubt it!"

“But you can be sure of this only outside the Circus!” she said thoughtfully, quietly, almost in a whisper, not even noticing that she was saying her thoughts aloud.

Are you planning to run away?

In her thoughts, the Fox did not notice that the Man had returned and, with a smile that did not bode well, was standing right above her. However, her weakened appearance with a wet towel on her forehead partially subdued his anger. Looking at the Fox with concern, he sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on his burning forehead. A small effort of will gradually drove away the pain that he himself had inflicted on her, not calculating the strength, locking the mental body of the little witch in the tent along with the physical body. As the pain subsided, the Fox relaxed more and more, looking mischievously at the Man.

- How did everything go? she casual