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In short, Count Menko is connected in some way, I don't know how, with this Labanoff. He went to Poland to join him, and the Russian police seized him. I think myself that they were quite right in their action." "Possibly," said Varhely; "but I do not care to discuss the right of the Russian police to defend themselves or the Czar.
"And Count Menko will be delighted, my dear Labanoff, if you will let him know where, in Poland or Russia, he must go, soon, to obtain news of you. Fear nothing: neither there nor here will I question you. But I shall be curious to know what has become of you, and you know that I have enough friendship for you to be uneasy about you.
An address given to Menko by Labanoff had been found, and both were soon to depart for St. Petersburg. Labanoff had some doubtful acquaintances in the Russian army: several officers of artillery, who had been arrested and sent to the mines, were said to be his friends. "The matter is a grave one," said the Count.
As an Hungarian was mixed up in it, and an Hungarian of the rank and standing of Count Menko, the Austro-Hungarian authorities had immediately been advised of the whole proceeding. There were probably no proofs of actual complicity against Menko; but, as Josef Ladany had said, it seemed evident that he had come to Poland to join Labanoff.
Menko was arrested by the Russian police on his arrival at the house of a certain Labanoff, or Ladanoff almost my name in Russian. This Labanoff, who had lately arrived from Paris, is suspected of a plot against the Czar. He is not a nihilist, but simply a malcontent; and, besides that, his brain is not altogether right.
He liked him exceedingly for a sort of odd pessimism of aggressive philosophy, a species of mysticism mingled with bitterness, which Labanoff took no pains to conceal. The young Hungarian had, perhaps, among the men of his own age, no other friend in the world than this Russian with odd ideas, whose enigmatical smile puzzled and interested him. He looked at the clock.
Michel repeated the lines with a sort of defiance in his look, and longed impatiently and nervously for the day to end. A rapid flush of anger mounted to his face as his valet entered with a card upon a salver, and he exclaimed, harshly: "Did not Pierre give you my orders that I would receive no one?" "I beg your pardon, Monsieur; but Monsieur Labanoff insisted so strongly "
However, I have no right to tell you that you are about to commit some folly." "No," calmly replied the Russian, very pale, but still smiling, "it is not a folly." "But it is a danger?" queried Menko. Labanoff made no reply. "I do not know either," said Michel, "how my affair will end. But, since chance has brought us together today, face to face "
If we did not spur it like an old, musty horse, it would give us the same idiotic round of days. I do not know I do not wish to know why you are going to Russia, and what this final farewell of which you have just spoken signifies; I simply guess that you are off on some adventure, and it is possible that I may ask you to allow me to share it." "Why?" said Labanoff, coldly.
As an Hungarian was mixed up in it, and an Hungarian of the rank and standing of Count Menko, the Austro-Hungarian authorities had immediately been advised of the whole proceeding. There were probably no proofs of actual complicity against Menko; but, as Josef Ladany had said, it seemed evident that he had come to Poland to join Labanoff.
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