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"I see that I am in a country of acquaintances," he said, without appearing disturbed. He addressed a lively compliment to Annouchka, who threw him a kiss. "Rouletabille!" cried la belle Onoto. "Why, then, he is the little fellow who solved the mystery of the Yellow Room." "Himself." "What are you doing here?" "He came to save the life of General Trebassof," sniggered Gounsovski.
They went to the first floor and were ushered into a large apartment whose balcony opened on the hall of the winter-theater, empty now. But the apartment was already occupied. Before a table covered with a shining service Gounsovski did the honors.
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.
We dined with Madame Gounsovski, who appeared fattish like her husband, and three or four men whom I had never seen anywhere. One servant waited on us. My word! "At dessert Gounsovski took me aside and told me I was unwise to 'argue that way. I asked him what he meant by that.
Gossips said that if the government and the police showed themselves so long-enduring they found it to their interest to do so. The open, apparent life Annouchka led was less troublesome to them than her hidden activities would be. The lesser police who surrounded the Chief of the St. Petersburg Secret Service, the famous Gounsovski, had meaning smiles when the matter was discussed.
Gounsovski rang. A servant appeared. "Tell them they may now open all the rooms on this corridor; I'll not hold them any longer." Thus had Gounsovski kept himself protected. Left alone, the head of the Secret Service wiped his brow and drank a great glass of iced water which he emptied at a draught. Then he said: "Koupriane will have his work cut out for him this evening; I wish him good luck.
Where was Natacha? He thought maybe she was trying to rejoin Annouchka, and there were reasons for that, both if she were innocent and if she were guilty. But where was Annouchka? Who could say! Gounsovski perhaps. Rouletabille jumped into an isvo, returning from the Point empty, and gave Gounsovski's address.
"Caracho!" barked Gounsovski, instantaneously regaining his coolness. "Ah, yes, but you'll not touch him," clamored the spirited girl of the Black Land; "you are not strong enough for that." "I know that monsieur has many friends at court," agreed the chief of the Secret Service with an ominous calm. "I 'don't wish ill to monsieur.
They were sure of their happy vacation and nothing seemed able to disquiet them under their fat. Gounsovski has done everybody so many services that no one really wishes him ill, poor man. Besides, have you noticed, my dear old friends, that no one ever tries to work harm to chiefs of Secret Police?
"Look, Rouletabaille is asleep," remarked la belle Onoto. "Poor boy!" said Annouchka. And, turning toward Gounsovski: "Aren't you soon going to get him out of our way? I heard some of our brethren the other day speaking in a way that would cause pain to those who care about his health." "Oh, that," said Gounsovski, shaking his head, "is an affair I have nothing to do with. Apply to Koupriane.
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