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If he plays the part of the Revolutionaries, the affair would work out big for him." "That villa," said Rouletabille quietly, "is also occupied by Michael Korosakoff." "He is the most loyal, the most reliable soldier of the Tsar." "No one is ever sure of anything, my dear Monsieur Koupriane." "Oh, I am sure of a man like that." "No man is ever sure of any man, my dear Monsieur Koupriane."
Because he had come to Russia and mixed in affairs that did not concern his nationality, and had done this in spite of warning to remain in France. Because he had not kept the promises of neutrality he freely made to a representative of the Central Revolutionary Committee. For trying to penetrate the mystery of the Trebassof datcha. For having Comrade Matiew whipped and imprisoned by Koupriane.
Koupriane gave me that advice one day when he was here and had pricked his ears at the noise of the pendulums, to stop all my watches and clocks so that there would be no chance of confusing them with the tick-tack that might come from an infernal machine planted in some corner.
But Rouletabille, whom nothing escaped, saw her hand tremble on the back of the chair. He went on, not appearing to have noticed her emotion: "His Majesty added these exact words: 'It is I who ask it of you; I and Madame Trebassof. Go, monsieur, she awaits you." He ceased and waited for Madame Trebassof to speak. She made up her mind after brief reflection. "Have you seen Koupriane?"
"I assure you, Excellency..." "Strip him." "What are you going to do?" cried Rouletabille. But already the two guards had thrown themselves on Touman and had drawn off his coat and shirt. The man was bare to the waist. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do?" "Leave them alone," said Koupriane, roughly pushing Rouletabille back.
His friends looked at him in stupefaction, and asked if he had gone mad. "What is this you say, Feodor?" implored Matrena. "I say," insisted the general, "that I have had enough of this comedy, and that since Monsieur Koupriane has not been able to arrest these men, and since, on their side, they don't seem to decide to do their duty, I shall go myself and put them out of my house."
They spoke of what time it was, of the softness of the night and the beauty of the sky; they spoke of the shadows under the birch-trees, of the gulf shining in the late evening's fading golden light, of the river's freshness and the sweetness of springtime in the North. That is what they talked about. Koupriane murmured, "The assassins!"
Koupriane, who should have been there for luncheon. What a bag for the Nihilists! That was it, that was it. Rouletabille understood now why they had not hesitated to poison everybody at once: Koupriane was among them. Michael Nikolaievitch would have been avenged! The attempt had failed this time, but what might they not expect now!
Koupriane went over to Feodor and grasped his hands. "General," he said, "there was a man who had sworn your ruin and who was made an instrument by your enemies. We have just killed that man." "Do I know him?" demanded Feodor. "He is one of your friends, you have treated him like a son." "His name?" "Ask your daughter, General."
But they were not in the room, and I was afraid you would run into them, for they may well be hidden in the servants' stairway." "Then open the window, Koupriane, and call your men to deliver us." "I am quite willing," replied Koupriane coldly, "but it is the signal for our deaths." "Well, why do they wait so to make us die?" muttered Feodor Feodorovitch.
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