Part 62 (1/2)
The company was excited in various ways, greatly excited. The lame man flew at him.
”Allow me to observe, however, that answers to such questions are conditional. Even if we have given our decision, you must note that questions put in such a strange way...”
”In what strange way?”
”In a way such questions are not asked.”
”Teach me how, please. But do you know, I felt sure you'd be the first to take offence.”
”You've extracted from us an answer as to our readiness for immediate action; but what right had you to do so? By what authority do you ask such questions?”
”You should have thought of asking that question sooner! Why did you answer? You agree and then you go back on it!”
”But to my mind the irresponsibility of your princ.i.p.al question suggests to me that you have no authority, no right, and only asked from personal curiosity.”
”What do you mean? What do you mean?” cried Verhovensky, apparently beginning to be much alarmed.
”Why, that the initiation of new members into anything you like is done, anyway, tete-a-tete and not in the company of twenty people one doesn't know!” blurted out the lame man. He had said all that was in his mind because he was too irritated to restrain himself. Verhovensky turned to the general company with a capitally simulated look of alarm.
”Gentlemen, I deem it my duty to declare that all this is folly, and that our conversation has gone too far. I have so far initiated no one, and no one has the right to say of me that I initiate members. We were simply discussing our opinions. That's so, isn't it? But whether that's so or not, you alarm me very much.” He turned to the lame man again. ”I had no idea that it was unsafe here to speak of such practically innocent matters except tete-a-tete. Are you afraid of informers? Can there possibly be an informer among us here?”
The excitement became tremendous; all began talking.
”Gentlemen, if that is so,” Verhovensky went on, ”I have compromised myself more than anyone, and so I will ask you to answer one question, if you care to, of course. You are all perfectly free.”
”What question? What question?” every one clamoured.
”A question that will make it clear whether we are to remain together, or take up our hats and go our several ways without speaking.”
”The question! The question!”
”If any one of us knew of a proposed political murder, would he, in view of all the consequences, go to give information, or would he stay at home and await events? Opinions may differ on this point. The answer to the question will tell us clearly whether we are to separate, or to remain together and for far longer than this one evening. Let me appeal to you first.” He turned to the lame man.
”Why to me first?”
”Because you began it all. Be so good as not to prevaricate; it won't help you to be cunning. But please yourself, it's for you to decide.”
”Excuse me, but such a question is positively insulting.”
”No, can't you be more exact than that?”
”I've never been an agent of the Secret Police,” replied the latter, wriggling more than ever.
”Be so good as to be more definite, don't keep us waiting.”
The lame man was so furious that he left off answering. Without a word he glared wrathfully from under his spectacles at his tormentor.
”Yes or no? Would you inform or not?” cried Verhovensky.
”Of course I wouldn't,” the lame man shouted twice as loudly.