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"The matter is," replied Rouletabille, unable longer to conceal his anguish, "that the poison continues." "Does that astonish you?" returned Koupriane. "It doesn't me." Rouletabille looked at him and shook his head. His lips trembled as he said, "I know what you think. It is abominable. But the thing I have done certainly is more abominable still."
The yacht, after the explosion at the datcha, took up two men who put off to it in a canoe, and since then it has simply sailed back and forth in the gulf. We have taken our precautions in Finland the same as here and it is here they are going to try to disembark. Keep an eye on them." Koupriane was at his post of observation. Evening slowly fell.
Seizing a whip which hung at the waist of the guards he struck Touman a blow across the shoulders that drew blood. Touman, mad with the outrage and the pain, shouted, "Yes, it is true! I brag of it!" Koupriane did not restrain his rage. He showered the unhappy man with blows, having thrown Rouletabille to the end of the room when he tried to interfere.
There she was in Eliaguine-Ostrow. What was she doing there? Was she going to the Trebassof villa? What would she have to say to them? No, she swerved to the right. The police raced behind her. She was still far ahead, and seemed untiring. Then she disappeared among the trees, in the thicket, keeping still to the right. Koupriane gave a cry of joy. Going that way she must be taken.
"It was bequeathed to me by my grandfather. It marks the seconds, and the phases of the moon, and sounds the hours and half-hours." Rouletabille bent over the watch, admiring it. "You expect M. Koupriane for dinner?" inquired the young man, still examining the watch. "Yes, but since he is so late, we'll not delay any longer.
"Good Lord, yes, I have discovered something, Monsieur Koupriane. You don't suppose I have come so far to waste my time, do you?" "Something no one else knows?" "Yes, Monsieur Koupriane, otherwise I shouldn't have troubled to feel concerned. Something I have not confided to anyone, not even to my note-book, because a note-book, you know, a note-book can always be lost.
So when the doctors of the quarter tried to prosecute him for illegal practice, a deputation of police-guards went to Koupriane, who took the responsibility and discontinued proceedings against him. They regarded him as under protection of the saints, and Alexis soon came to be regarded himself as something of a holy man.
For having denounced to Koupriane the identity of the two "doctors" who had been assigned to kill General Trebassof. For having caused the arrest of Natacha Feodorovna. It was a list longer than was needed for his doom. Rouletabille kissed his ikons and handed them to Annouchka along with the letters.
But she had lost all confidence even within the walls of her own home. Things had happened even there that defied her caution, her instinct, her love. She had not spoken of these things save to the Chief of Police, Koupriane, who had reported them to the Emperor. And here now was the man whom the Emperor had sent, as the supreme resource, this young stranger Joseph Rouletabille, reporter.
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.
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