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Updated: April 30, 2025
When all his money was gone, there was nothing left for Bodlevski but to enroll himself a member of the company which had so successfully accomplished the transfer of his funds to their own pockets. Natasha's beauty and Bodlevski's brains were such strong arguments that the company willingly accepted them as new recruits.
Bodlevski, who had beforehand got ready the very modest sum to pay for their passage, with pitiable looks and gestures and the few Russian phrases the good Finn could understand, assured him that he was a very poor man, and could not even pay the sum agreed on in full.
Presently they were seated at a table, with a flask of wine between them, and Bodlevski began to explain what he wanted to his friend. As soon as he heard what was wanted, Yuzitch took on an air of importance, knit his brows, hemmed, and hawed. "I can manage it," he said finally. "Yes, we can manage it. I must see one of my friends about it. But it's difficult. It will cost money."
You help me, and, on my word of honor, we'll be in clover!" Bodlevski looked at his companion in astonishment. "I told you my Princess Anna was going to run away. She's gone! And her mother has cut her off from the inheritance," Natasha continued with an exultant smile. "I looked through the scrap basket, and have brought some papers with me." "What sort of papers?" "Oh, letters and notes.
In one was a sticky black fluid; in the other, something as clear as water. "We are chemists, you see," the red-nosed man explained to Bodlevski with a grin, and then added: "Finch! on guard!" A young man, who had been lolling on a couch in the corner, rose and took up a position outside the door.
Bodlevski immediately assented. Yuzitch at once rose and went over to a red-nosed individual in undress uniform, who was poring over the Police News. "Friend Borisovitch," said Yuzitch, holding out his hand to him, "something doing!" "Fair or foul?" asked the man with the red nose. "Hang your cheek!" laughed Yuzitch; "if I say it, of course it's fair."
"In two days I'll come for the writing, and be sure my passport is ready!" "Very well. I'll do it," consented Bodlevski. And Natasha began to dictate to him the wording of the letter. As soon as she was gone the engraver got to work.
The deficit was inconsiderable, some two rubles in all, and the good Finn was magnanimous; he slapped his passenger on the shoulder, called him a "good comrade," declared that he would not press a poor man, and would always be ready to do him a service. He even found quarters for Bodlevski and Natasha in the inn, under his protection. The Finn was indeed a very honest smuggler.
Bodlevski, little as he was used to refined surroundings, found his gorge rising. At some of the little tables furtive, impudent, tattered, sleek men were drinking. Presently Yuzitch made his appearance from a low door at the other end of the room. The meeting of the two friends was cordial, especially on Bodlevski's side.
I think he is dangerous, and it never does any harm to take proper precautions. Get the money ready, Natasha; we must give it to him." "What! give him the money!" and the baroness threw up her hands. "Will that get us out of his power? Can we feel secure? It will only last till something new happens. At the first occasion " "Which will also be the last!" interrupted Bodlevski.
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