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She rose and quietly vanished. He tore open a window, for he felt half suffocated, and then took a survey of the apartment. It was small and wretched enough, and was filled up without any attempt at arrangement with the most inappropriate and heterogeneous a.s.sortment of furniture, most of it evidently rescued in haste from the fire; a gold-legged table harmonised ill with rickety kitchen chairs; a peasant's canopied bed stood near gorgeous consoles of inlaid marble, and a cracked Venetian mirror hung beside a bullfinch's simple wicker cage. But nothing looked more out of its element than the life-size portrait of the beautiful Pole, his grandmother, and the original cause of all the evil that had befallen him. Her haughty, arrogant eye still pierced the distance triumphantly; the small gloved hand still grasped the flexible riding-whip. "Kneel, slave," the full proud lips seemed to say. Only the diamond pin which used to glitter in her bosom like a star was gone, for just there the colour had warped, and the grey canvas beneath was exposed to view. The once elegant and artistically carved frame representing a garland of gilded roses and cupids had suffered too, being chipped and cracked in various places, where patches of coa.r.s.e orange paint had been daubed on to repair the damage.
"Probably he took every care to save that first," thought Boleslav, and had not the presence of his father's corpse restrained him, he would have pulled it down from the wall, and trampled it under foot.
A case containing arms stood in a corner. The newest and most costly of shooting weapons were ranged there, including every variety of pistol, sword, and spear. Above it was unrolled a plan of the Castle island, showing the spots where ingeniously contrived man-traps, mines, and spring-guns awaited the trespa.s.ser--roughly calculated, there were over a hundred of them.
Boleslav shuddered. Surely this unhappy man had been punished enough for his misdeeds in the life he had been compelled to lead during his last few years on earth! Caged up like a hunted wild beast, his murderous contrivances were a perpetual source of menace to himself, for to have forgotten for a moment the position of one of his death-traps must have instantly proved fatal.
When Boleslav went out at the door he stumbled over Regina, who was cowering on the threshold. She started to her feet with a low cry of pain, like the whine of a trodden-on dog. He felt a momentary thrill of compa.s.sion for her, but it vanished before he had spoken the kind words that involuntarily rose to his lips.
"What were you lying there for?" he inquired harshly.
"It's my place," she answered, always regarding him with the same humble, luminous glance.
"Indeed? It's a dog's place as a rule."
"It's mine too."
"Your name is Regina Hackelberg?"
"Yes, _gnad'ger Junker_."
"It was you who led the French over the Cats' Bridge?"
"Yes, _gnad'ger Junker_."
"Why did you do it?"
"Because I was told to do it."
"Who told you?"
She cast down her eyes.
"Why don't you answer?"
"Because I was forbidden to tell."
"Who forbade you; my--_he_?"
"Yes; the _gnad'ger Herr_."
"So that's what you call him, eh?"
"Yes, _gnad'ger Junker_."
"Call me, if you please, _Herr_, and not _Junker_. I am not _Junker_."
"Very well, _gnad'ger Herr_."
"_Herr_, I say--simply _Herr_. Do you understand?"
"Yes, _gnad'ger Herr_."
"_Himmelkreuzdonnerwetter_! Didn't I say you were to call me _Herr_, without any prefix?"
She trembled nervously at his oath; but when it dawned on her what he meant, a smile of pleasure illumined her face.
"I see, _Herr_," she said, and nodded.
"I shall expect you to tell me everything," he went on. "Do you hear?"
"The _gnad'ger Herr_ did not wish me to speak about it.... Not to any one."
"Did he say not to _any one_?"
"Yes."
He bit his lip. Why should he inquire further into the matter, when it was all as clear as daylight? This creature had been used as a tool because she was stupid, and bad enough to let herself be so used.
"How old were you at the time the French came?"
Again she cast down her eyes. "Fifteen, _Herr_."
Once more he felt softened towards her, but almost immediately dark suspicion stifled his pity.
"You were paid for your work?" he asked between his clenched teeth.
"Yes, _Herr_," she responded calmly.
He was overwhelmed with disgust.
"How much was it? Your bribe?"
"I don't know, _Herr_."
"What! You mean to say you did not stipulate for a certain sum beforehand?
"She seemed unable to comprehend.
"My father took it all away from me," she answered. "He said it was the wages of sin. It was a whole big handful of gold. I know that."
He looked at her in amazement.
The fine head, with its wealth of wild hair cl.u.s.tering on her neck, was humbly bent. She appeared not to have the slightest perception of the scorn she had aroused in him; or was she so used to it that she took his contempt as a matter of course?
"What were you doing at the Castle when the French were quartered there?"
A dark flush suffused her face, neck and bosom. He had struck some chord of memory that awakened in her a spark of shame.