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CHAPTER XXVI
TRAPPED
The clock was striking eight as I entered the restaurant of the Two-Headed Eagle, in the seaport of Revel on the Gulf of Finland, about a week after the mysterious disappearance of Petrovitch had become the talk of Petersburg.
Picking out a table at which an officer in the uniform of a Russian naval captain was already seated, I went up to it, and sat down in front of him with the formal bow prescribed by etiquette in the circ.u.mstances.
The s.h.i.+ps intended to sail to the relief of Port Arthur were lying at this time some at Revel and others at Libau on the Baltic. From time to time their departure was officially announced for a certain date, reviews were held, and one or two preliminary trips had been undertaken.
But each time some unseen obstacle was interposed, and M. Auguste continued to draw his weekly stipend.
Nevertheless it was beginning to be evident that the game of see-saw could not go on forever. Autumn was approaching, the nation was becoming impatient, and the scoffs of the foreign press were severely galling the naval pride of Russia.
I had picked up a certain amount of information in the capital itself, where a great number of the officers were on leave. But I wished to get in direct touch with the one man who, I believed, was most likely to be in the confidence of Petrovitch, and, finding there was no chance of his coming to Petersburg, I had been obliged to make the journey to Revel.
Va.s.sileffsky acknowledged my bow with cordiality, at the same time fixing his dark, wicked eyes on me with a look which I well understood.
I was wearing the uniform which I had ordered my a.s.sistant to provide me with, and the Captain had been quick to take note of it.
It may be said that the most valuable part of a naval officer's income in Russia is derived from the peculation of government stores.
To carry on this lucrative system of plunder there is always a good understanding between officials of the Stores Department and the combatant officers.
Captain Va.s.sileffsky now studied my face like a man expecting to receive some proposal of the kind. I, on my side, made it my business to say as little as possible to him till dinner was over.
Then I called for a magnum of champagne, and invited my companion to fill a tumbler.
He did so readily enough, and I gave him the toast,
"To the Emperor who wishes us well!"
Va.s.sileffsky started, and gave me a penetrating look.
He did not venture to put a question to me, however, and contented himself with drinking the toast in silence.
Determined not to say anything as long as the Captain remained sober, I plied him with champagne in increasing quant.i.ties, while taking as little as possible myself.
On his side Va.s.sileffsky was equally reserved. He saw, of course, that I had a special object in courting his friends.h.i.+p, and was cunning enough to let me make the first advance.
As soon as I thought the wine had had time to confuse his faculties, I leaned forward and whispered,
"I've got something to say to you about Petrovitch."
The Captain looked at me eagerly.
"Do you know where he is?"
"Not so loud. Yes. He has had to disguise himself."
I spoke in a m.u.f.fled tone, which Va.s.sileffsky imitated in his response.
"Where is he? I want to see him very badly."
"I know. He wants to see you. He is here in Revel."
"In Revel! Isn't that dangerous?"
"It would be if he weren't so well disguised. You, yourself, wouldn't know him."
Va.s.sileffsky looked incredulous.
"I bet I should."
"Done with you! What in?"
"A dozen magnums."
"Pay for them, then. _I'm Petrovitch._"
The Captain started, shook himself, and peered drunkenly into my face.
"I don't believe it."
"Read that then."
I drew out the pa.s.sport, and spread it before him. The Russian spelled his way through it, and nodded solemnly at the end.
"Yes, that's all right. You must be Petrovitch, I suppose. But you don't look like him."
"Didn't I tell you I was disguised. I had to clear out in a hurry.
Some one's been denouncing me to Nicholas."
Va.s.sileffsky looked frightened. His eye sought the door, as though he no longer felt at ease in my company.
"You needn't be afraid," I a.s.sured him. "No one suspects you."
"Well, what do you want?" he asked sullenly.
"I want you to take me on board your s.h.i.+p."
An angry frown crossed his face.
"You want me to hide you from the police!"
"Nonsense. The police are all right. They want me to get away. They could have put their hands on me long ago if they had wanted to."
"Then why have you come here?"