Part 19 (1/2)
”All this is an every-day affair here now,” that young man remarked with amazing nonchalance; ”since the workmen began to shoot the patrols, the city has had no peace. I see that it interests you very much. You will find it less amusing when you have been in Russia for a month or two.
Now let us dress and dine while we can. Those vultures down below will not leave a bone of the carca.s.s if we don't take care.”
He re-entered the sitting-room and thence the two pa.s.sed to their respective dressing-rooms. An obsequious valet offered Alban a cigarette while he made his bath, and served a gla.s.s of an American c.o.c.ktail. The superb luxury of these apartments did not surprise the young English boy as much as they might have done, for he had already stayed one night at an almost equally luxurious hotel in Berlin and so approached them somewhat familiarly; but the impression, oddly conceived and incurable, that he had no right to enjoy such luxuries and was in some way an intruder, remained. No one would have guessed this, the silent valet least of all; but in truth, Alban dressed shyly, afraid of the splendor and the richness; and his feet fell softly upon the thick Persian carpets as though some one would spy him out presently and cry, ”Here is the guest who has not the wedding garment.” In the dining-room, face to face with the gay Count, some of these odd ideas vanished; so that an observer might have named them material rather than personal.
They dined with open windows, taking a zakuska in the Russian fas.h.i.+on in lieu of hors d'oeuvre, and nibbling at smoked fish, caviar and other pickled mysteries. The Count's ability to drink three or four gla.s.ses of liquor with this prefatory repast astonished Alban not a little--which the young Russian observed and remarked upon.
”I am glad that I was born in the East,” he said lightly, ”you English have no digestions. When you have them, your climate ruins them. Here in Russia we eat and drink what we please--that is our compensation. We are Tartars, I admit--but when you remember that a Tartar is a person who owns no master, rides like a jockey, and drinks as much as he pleases with impunity, the imputation is not serious. None of you Western people understand the Russian. None of you understand that we are men in a very big sense of the word--men with none of your feminine Western weaknesses--great fighters, splendid lovers, fine drinkers. You preach civilization instead--and we point to your Whitechapel, your Belleville, your Bowery. Just think of it, your upper cla.s.ses, as you yourselves admit, are utterly decadent, alike in brains and in morals; your middle cla.s.ses are smug hypocrites--your lower cla.s.ses starve in filthy dens.
This is what you desire to bring about in Russia under the name of freedom and liberty. Do you wonder that those of us who have travelled will have none of it. Are you surprised that we fight your civilization with the whip--as we are fighting it outside at this moment. If we fail, very well, we shall know how to fail. But do not tell me that it would be a blessing for this country to imitate your inst.i.tutions, for I could not believe you if you did.”
He laughed upon it as though disbelieving his own words and, giving Alban no opportunity to reply, fell to talk of that which they must do and of the task immediately before them.
”We are better in this hotel than at the Palace Zamoyski, my kinsman's house,” he said, ”for here no inquisitive servants will trouble us.
Naturally, you think it a strange thing to be brought to a great city like this and there asked to identify a face. Let me say that I don't think it will be a difficult matter. The Chief of the Police will call upon me in the morning and he will be able to tell us in how many houses it would be possible for the girl Lois Boriskoff to hide. We shall search them and discover her--and then learn what Herr Gessner desires to learn. I confess it amazes me that a man with his extraordinary fortune should have dealt so clumsily with these troublesome people. A thousand pounds paid to them ten years ago might have purchased his security for life. But there's your millionaire all over. He will not pay the money and so he risks not only his fortune but his life. Let me a.s.sure you that he is not mistaken when he declares that there is no time to lose. These people, should they discover that he has been aiding my Government, would follow him to the ends of the earth. They may have already sent an a.s.sa.s.sin after him--it would be in accord with their practice to lose no time, and as you see they are not in a temper to procrastinate. The best thing for us to do is to speak of our business to no one. When we have discovered the girl, we will promise her father's liberty in return for her silence. Herr Gessner must now deal with these people once and for all--generously and finally. I see no other chance for him whatever.”
Alban agreed to this, although he had some reservations to make.
”I know the Boriskoffs very well,” he said, ”and they are kindly people.
We have always considered old Paul a bit of a madman, but a harmless one. Even his own countrymen in London laugh when he talks to them. I am sure he would be incapable of committing such a crime as you suggest; and as for his daughter, Lois, she is quite a little schoolgirl who may know nothing about the matter at all. Mr. Gessner undoubtedly owes Paul a great deal, and I should be pleased to see the poor fellow in better circ.u.mstances. But is it quite fair to keep him in prison just because you are afraid of what his daughter may say?”
”It is our only weapon. If we give him liberty, will he hold his tongue then? By your own admissions a louder talker does not exist. And remember that it may cost Herr Gessner many thousand pounds and many weeks of hard work to secure his liberty at all. Is he likely to undertake this while the daughter is at liberty and harbored among the ruffians of this city? He would be a madman to do so. I, who know the Poles as few of them know themselves, will tell you that they would sooner strike at those whom they call 'traitors in exile' than at their enemies round about us. If the girl has told them what she knows of Herr Gessner and his past, I would not be in his shoes to-night for a million of roubles heaped up upon the table. No, no, we have no time to lose--we owe it to him to act with great dispatch.”
Alban did not make any immediate reply. Hopeful as the Count was, the difficulties of tracking little Lois down in such a city at such a time seemed to him well-nigh insuperable. He had seen hundreds of faces like hers as they drove through Warsaw that very afternoon. The monstrous crowd showed him types both of Anna and of Lois, and he wondered no longer at the resemblance he had detected between them when he first saw Richard Gessner's daughter on the balcony of the house in St. James'
Square. None the less, the excitements of the task continued to grow upon him. How would it all end, he asked impulsively. And what if they were too late after all and his friend and patron were to be the victim of old Boriskoff's vengeance? That would be terrible indeed--it would drive him from Lois' friends.h.i.+p forever.
All this was in his mind as the dinner drew toward a conclusion and the solemn waiters served them cigars and coffee. There had been some cessation of the uproar in the streets during the latter moments; but a new outcry arising presently, the Count suggested that they should return to the balcony and see what was happening.
”I would have taken you to the theatre,” he said laughingly, ”but we shall see something prettier here. They are firing their rifles, it appears. Do not let us miss the play when we can have good seats for nothing. And mind you bring that k.u.mmel, for it is the best in Europe.”
They were just lighting the great arc lamps upon the avenue as the two emerged from the dining-room and took up their stations by the railing of the balcony. In the roadway below the spectacle had become superb in its weird drama and excited ferocity. Great crowds pa.s.sed incessantly upon the broad pavements and were as frequently dispersed by the fiery Cossacks who rode headlong as though mad with the l.u.s.t of slaughter.
Holding all who were abroad to be their enemies, these fellows slashed with their brutal whips at every upturned face and had no pity even for the children. Alban saw little lads of ten and twelve years of age carried bleeding from the streets--he beheld gentle women cut and lashed until they fell dying upon the pavement--he heard the death-cry from many a human throat. Just as the exiles had related it, so the drama went, with a white-faced, terror-stricken mob for the people of its scene and these devils upon their little horses for the chief actors.
When the troopers fell (and from time to time a bullet would find its billet and leave a corpse rolling in a saddle) this was but the signal for a new outburst, surpa.s.sing the old in its diabolical ferocity. A very orgy of blood and slaughter; a Carnival of whips cutting deep into soft white flesh and drawing from their victims cries so awful that they might have risen up from h.e.l.l itself.
And in this crowd, among this people perhaps, little Lois Boriskoff must be looked for. Her friends would be the people's friends. Wayward as she was, a true child of the streets, Alban did not believe that she would remain at home this night or consent to forego the excitements of a spectacle so wonderful. Nor in this was he mistaken, for he had been but a very few minutes upon the balcony when he perceived Lois herself looking up to him from the press below and plainly intimating that she had both seen and recognized him.
CHAPTER XXI
THE BOY IN THE BLUE BLOUSE
A sharp exclamation brought the Count to Alban's side.
”Lois is down there,” Alban said, ”I am sure of it--she waved to me just now. She was walking with a man in a dark blue blouse. I could not have been mistaken.”
He was quite excited that he should have discovered her thus, and Sergius Zamoyski did not lag behind him in interest.
”Do you still see her?” he asked--”is she there now?”
”I cannot see her now--the soldiers drove the people back. Perhaps if we went down--”