CHAPTER XII.
CHRISTIAN TUESKI.
While the men were straining and fighting to get admission into the room, I loaded my revolver, seized a heavy stick that lay in a corner, and opening the window noiselessly and with some little trouble and agility, got into the street. I let myself into the house and then I thundered at the outer door of my own rooms as if seeking immediate admission.
Instantly there was a great scuffling within, and I knew that the men were making off by the back, in the probable belief that they had been disturbed by some unexpected caller. Judging the time as best I could, so that I might perhaps catch one of them, I rushed in suddenly. One had fled, the second was in the act of dropping from a window, while a third was just clambering out.
I struck this one a blow on the head which laid him down senseless in a heap on the floor, and leaning out was in time to give the second a whack that must have nearly broken his arm. Then without wasting a moment I bound the man I had knocked down and closely bandaged his eyes.
Telling Paula Tueski that I had scared the rascals away, I dragged the fellow to the light, that she might recognise him. She identified him directly, and without a word being spoken except by me, I thrust him into a dark closet and turned the key on him while I settled what to do next.
"You knew him, I could see," I said, when I joined my visitor again.
"Is he a police spy?"
"No, not in the ordinary sense. I have seen him with my husband: but exactly what he is, I don"t know. I believe he is one of a small band of really villainous men, used for especially ugly work."
"But why am I marked out for a visit from them?"
"I believe my husband has suspected you--on my account. I know he hates you cordially. You remember that affair in the Opera lobby, when you insulted him so grossly." I nodded: but of course I had not the remotest idea what she meant. "He never forgives. Since then he has been acc.u.mulating every jot and t.i.ttle of fact against you--and you have given him plenty, Alexis--and if he can work your overthrow, he will."
"Yes: but why try to get me a.s.sa.s.sinated. I"ll go at once and ask him," I said, readily and impulsively.
"Are you mad?" exclaimed my companion.
"On the contrary, I"ll go and shew him the danger of interfering with me. Where is he to be found now?"
"At home. He will not leave for an hour yet to make his evening visit to the Bureau. But he will never consent to see you."
"At any rate I"ll try; and I"m much mistaken if I don"t force him. I have a plan," I added, after a minute"s thought. "I will clear us both at a stroke. Go at once to my sister, and tell her from me that I wish her to come back here with you and wait for me. Mind, too, should anyone come to fetch away that fellow I"ve locked up, let Olga say enough in his presence to make it clear that she was here with us when the attack was first made. Be quick and careful: for much will depend on all this being well done."
I drove rapidly to the place and sending in my card asked for an immediate interview with the Chief of the Police, on urgent business.
The reply came back that M. Tueski could not see me; I was to call at his office. I sent the messenger back with a peremptory reply that I must see him, as I had discovered an a.s.sa.s.sination plot. I was still refused admittance; though a longer wait shewed me he had considered the matter carefully.
This time I wrote a brief note:--"One of your hired a.s.sa.s.sins, has been identified, has confessed, and lies at this moment bound and in my power. If you do not see me now I shall communicate direct with the Ministry of the Interior."
That proved the "Open Sesame," and in a few moments, I was ushered into the presence of one of the most hated men in Russia,--the man I had been commissioned to kill.
He was a small man with a face that would have been common looking but for its extraordinarily hard and cold expression. It was lined and seamed in all directions: and each line might have been drawn by Nature with the express object of marking him out as an absolutely merciless, calculating, and emotionless man.
His eyes were very bright as they fixed on me, and his voice, harsh, high pitched and tuneless.
"Men don"t belie your new character when they call you daring," was his greeting.
He was standing by the side of a long table with his black clothed figure outlined against the colours of luxuriant tapestries with which the walls were hung. He motioned me to a chair, near enough to be within the demands of courtesy to an officer bearing the Emperor"s commission, and far enough removed from him to be safe should the visitor turn out to be dangerous. I noticed, too, that an electric bell b.u.t.ton was well within reach. "What do you wish with me, Lieutenant? This visit is unusual."
"I am not accustomed to bother about what is usual where my life is concerned," I answered, firmly. "I want an answer to a plain question.
Why do you send your bravoes to a.s.sa.s.sinate me?"
"I have sent no bravoes to a.s.sa.s.sinate you, Lieutenant. I don"t understand you. We don"t hire a.s.sa.s.sins." As though the whole thing were ridiculous.
"Yet your wife recognised this man instantly."
"My wife!" he exclaimed, with a sufficient change to shew how this had touched him.
"Yes. Your wife. She was in my rooms when these men came."
He drew in a deep breath while he looked at me with eyes of hate. I had got right between the joints of his armour of impa.s.sivity. It was a cruel thrust; but I had an ugly game to play, and was forced to hit hard.
He seemed to struggle to repress his private feelings and to remain the impa.s.sive official. But human nature and his jealousy beat him, and his next question came with a jerk that shewed the effort behind it.
"What was she doing there?" His tone was the essence of harsh bitterness.
"What was she doing there?" I echoed, as if in the greatest astonishment. "Why, what should she be doing but calling with my sister? They are there now, keeping guard over your--a.s.sistant."
He turned away for a moment to prevent my seeing in his face the relief which I could hear in his voice as he answered:--
"You are an even bolder man than I thought."
"I don"t understand you, of course; but I have need to be bold," I retorted, "with you against me ready to plan my private execution.
They"re heavy odds. But now, perhaps, you"ll answer my question--Why do you do this?"
"There might be many reasons--if it were true," he answered in the same curt tone he had first used.
"One"s enough for me, if it"s true," I replied, copying his sharp manner.
He stood a minute looking at me in silence, and then sat down.
"I think I"ve been doing you an injustice, Lieutenant," he said, presently. "I thought when you forced your way into me you might be coming to a.s.sa.s.sinate me. But I see now you"re not such a fool as to try and do anything of that kind when you have left a broad trail behind you that would lead to your certain detection. You are young; with all the weaknesses of youth strongly developed--rash, hotheaded, sometimes tipsy, a fool with women, and when, necessary, a knave too, loose in money matters and unscrupulous, a gambler, a dicer, and a bankrupt in morals, religion, and honour. But you are shrewd--for you"ve deceived everyone about your sword-skill and your courage--and under the garb of a worthless fellow you have a cool, calculating, and yet dare-devil head that should make your fortune. Others are more right about you than I."
"Others?" I asked, interested and amused by this quiet enumeration of the results of the a.n.a.lysis of two very different, but united characters. "Who are the others?"
A faint ghost of what in another man would have been a smile relaxed the grim, hard, straight lips for an instant, in mockery of my attempt to draw him.
"You are not unknown, Lieutenant, as you may find soon; but you are a fool to mix yourself up with the Nihilists."
It was my turn now to be on the defensive.
"That is a charge which a child can make and the wisest man can sometimes fail to rebut," I answered, sharply. "I am not a Nihilist."
He waved his hand as if my repudiation were not worth a serious thought.
"I can make you a career, if you will. If you will act under me...."
"Thank you," I returned, coldly. "I know what you can do. You can put me first on the list for some task which will insure my being served as you meant me to be served to-day. One commission is enough for me, and I prefer the Emperor"s."