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Do you understand me?" "Yes, I understand you," answered Vasilovich, slowly and reluctantly, as his fascinated gaze peered down the barrel of the pistol with which von Schalckenberg relentlessly continued to cover him. "What is it you want?" "I want the truth as to the present whereabouts of Colonel Sziszkinski.
The count, keeping a wary eye upon von Schalckenberg, proceeded, with much care and deliberation, to feel in his pocket for the telegram, which he presently produced, in its envelope, and placed upon the table before him. "Are you sure that is it?" demanded von Schalckenberg. "Quite certain," responded Vasilovich.
The chateau of Count Vasilovich was situate on the western side of the lake and on the northern slope of the hills that stretch away in the direction of Konnaia, at a point as nearly as possible eight miles from the northern bank of the Neva; and as soon as the Flying Fish emerged from the stratum of cloud that shrouded the landscape, the professor went out on deck with his binoculars to look for the spot at which he had decided that the great ship was to be brought to earth.
"Yes," answered Vasilovich, with a ring of triumph in his voice; "I received a telegram this afternoon from Odessa, informing me of the departure of the Ludwig Gadd, with Sziszkinski on board." "Is that telegram still in your possession?" inquired von Schalckenberg. "Certainly it is," answered Vasilovich; "it is in my breast pocket. Would you like to see it?"
"In that case, as soon as I make the discovery that he has deceived me, I shall tell him that he will be kept without food or drink until Colonel Sziszkinski has been found and is actually in our hands," answered the professor, triumphantly. "It appears to me," remarked Mildmay, reflectively, "that unless Count Vasilovich keeps his weather eye lifting, there is rather a rough time ahead of him."
"You shall pay dearly for this outrage, Captain Popovski," hissed Vasilovich, as he felt the cold iron being clamped round his wrists. "Only wait until his Majesty " "Silence!" exclaimed Popovski, angrily. "Remember that you are my prisoner, and learn to treat me with proper respect. If you give me the least trouble I will have you flogged.
He has been beggared, rendered an outlaw in his own country to which it will be impossible for him ever to return and his career destroyed by this unscrupulous scoundrel, Vasilovich; and justice cries aloud for the punishment of such wickedness; therefore Vasilovich must be punished.
Then, armed with this information, we can easily follow and overtake the convict-ship, rescue my friend from his gaolers, give them Vasilovich in his place, and voila tout!"
"Sziszkinski and I to change places?" ejaculated Vasilovich. "That shall never be! I know not who you are you people who have perpetrated this monstrous outrage upon a faithful servant and personal friend of the Tsar but I know this, that ere long you will curse the day upon which you planned it. Think you that his Majesty will allow such colossal insolence as yours to go unpunished?
Will you have the goodness, Captain, to direct your men to remove his fetters and put them upon this man," indicating Vasilovich. "Stop!" shouted Vasilovich, suddenly stepping forward a pace from the position he had hitherto passively occupied between the professor and Lethbridge, and throwing out his arm with an authoritative gesture towards Captain Popovski. "Stop!
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