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Updated: May 24, 2025
Rouletabille was not able to restrain a joyous movement hardly in keeping. "You can ring now, Sire." And the Tsar rang. The reporter passed into a little salon, where he found the Marshal, Koupriane and Matrena Petrovna, who was "in a state." She threw a suspicious glance at Rouletabille, who was not treated this morning as the dear little domovoi-doukh.
The keys of the villa?" "Yes, give me a key to the veranda; you must have several. I must be able to get into the house to-night if it becomes necessary." She drew a key from her gown, gave it to the young man and said a few words in Russian to Ermolai, to enforce upon him that he must obey the little domovoi-doukh in anything, day or night. "Now tell me where Natacha has gone."
Matrena talked on to Rouletabille, whom she had found the morning after the nightmare tranquilly smoking his pipe in the garden. "Ah, ah, you smoke a pipe. Now you do certainly look exactly like a dear little domovoi-doukh. See how much you are alike. He smokes just like you. Nothing new, eh? You do not look very bright this morning. You are worn out.
Lord! how that young Frenchman had frightened her, rising suddenly like that, without warning, on the lawn. She had believed for a moment that it was the domovoi-doukh himself rising to stretch his legs. Happily he had spoken at once and she had recognized his voice. And besides, her domovoi surely would not speak French. Ah! Matrena Petrovna breathed freely now.
Matrena Petrovna, at a window of the station, whither she had timidly retired, waved a handkerchief to the little domovoi-doukh, who had made her see everything in the right light, and whom she did not dare to embrace after the terrible affair of the false poison and the Tsar's anger. The reporter threw her a respectful kiss. As he said to Gounsovski, there was nothing to be regretted.
That is simple enough. Why didn't we think of it sooner? Because everybody lost his head except the dear little domovoi-doukh!" But here something happened Rouletabille had not counted on. The general rose and said, "You have forgotten one thing, my young friend; that is that General Trebassof will not descend by the servants' stairway."
Was that he, down yonder, that crouching black heap with an unlighted pipe in his mouth? No, no. That, she knew well, was the dwarf she genuinely loved, her little domovoi-doukh, the familiar spirit of the house, who watched with her over the general's life and thanks to whom serious injury had not yet befallen Feodor Feodorovitch one could not regard a mangled leg that seriously.
But then: "Well? Well? Save us! Where are they? Ah, my dear little domovoi-doukh, save the general, for the love of the Virgin!" "Tsst! tsst! Silence." Rouletabille, very pale, but calm, spoke: "The plan is simple. They are between the two staircases, watching the one and the other. I will go and find them and make them mount the one while you descend by the other." "Caracho!
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