Part 28 (1/2)
In England there's a great future before you as Mr. Gessner's adopted son. I shall never hear of it, but I shall be proud because I know the world will talk about you. That will be something to take with me, dear, something they can never rob me of, whatever happens. When you remember who Lois was, say that she is thinking of you in Russia far away. They cannot separate us, dear Alban, while we love.”
He had no word to answer this and could but harp again upon all the promise of his fine resolution. When the matter-of-fact official came to find him, Lois was close in his embrace and there were tears of regret in his eyes.
CHAPTER XXIX
ALBAN RETURNS TO LONDON
They returned to the great courtyard, but not to Zaniloff's room as the promise had been. Here by the gates there stood a pa.s.sable private carriage, and into this Alban perceived that he was to be hustled. The bestarred transcriber of the upper story, he who waged the battle of the flies, now stood by the carriage door and appeared to be ill at ease.
Evidently his study of strange tongues still troubled him.
”Pardon, mein Herr--how in English--khorosho?” he asked very deferentially.
”It means 'that's all right,' sir.” Alban answered immediately.
”It means that,--ah, nitchevo--je ne m'en souviens jamais.”
He held the door open and Alban entered the carriage without a word.
Apparently they still waited for someone and five minutes pa.s.sed and found their att.i.tudes unchanged. Then Zaniloff himself appeared full of bustle and business but in a temper modified toward concession.
”I am taking you back to your hotel, mein Herr,” he said to Alban, ”it is the Governor's order. You will leave Warsaw to-night. Those are our instructions.”
He sank back in the cus.h.i.+ons and the great gates were shut behind them with a sonorous clang. Out in the streets the outbreak of the earlier hours had been a veritable battle but was now a truce. The whole city seemed to be swarming with troops. Well might Zaniloff think of other things.
”Is the Count better, sir?” Alban ventured presently.
”He will live,” was the dry response, ”at least the doctors say so.”
”And you have discovered the truth about the affair?”
”The man who attacked him was shot on the Rymarska half an hour ago.”
”Then that is why you are taking me back to my hotel?”
”There is positively no other reason,” said the Chief.
The statement was frank to the point of brutality, but it carried also such a message of hope that Alban hardly dared to repeat the words of it even to himself; there was no longer any possibility of a capital charge against the child he had just left in the wretched stable. Let the other facts be as they might, these people could not detain Lois Boriskoff upon the Count's affair or add it to the dossier in which her father's offences were narrated. Of this Zaniloff's tone convinced him. ”He would never have admitted it at all if Lois were compromised,” the argument ran, and was worthy of the wise head which arrived at it.
”I am glad that you have found the man,” he explained presently, ”it clears up so much and must be very satisfactory. Would you have any objection to telling me what you are going to do with the girl I have just left?”
Zaniloff smiled.
”I have no objection at all. When the Ministry at St. Petersburg condescends to inform me, you shall share my information. At present I am going to keep her under lock and key, and if she is obstinate I am going to flog her.”
”Do the people at St. Petersburg wish you to do that?”
”I do not consult their feelings,” was the curt reply.
They fell to silence once more and the carriage rolled on through the busy streets. It had escaped Alban's notice hitherto, that an escort of Cossacks accompanied them, but as they turned into the great avenue he caught a glimpse of bright accoutrements and of hors.e.m.e.n going at a gentle canter. The avenue itself was almost deserted save by the ever-present infantry who lined its walks as though some great cavalcade were to pa.s.s. When they had gone another hundred paces, the need for the presence of the soldiers declared itself in a heap of blackened ruins and a great fire still smouldering. Zaniloff smiled grimly when they pa.s.sed the place.