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Updated: June 13, 2025
The meeting at which the documents were to be exchanged for the money was designated to take place in a small borough close to the town in which Trirodov then lived. At the appointed hour Dmitry Matov got out of his train at a little station. It was late in the evening. Matov wore blue spectacles and a false beard, as was agreed upon.
He made several more injections of the same colourless liquid. The night passed slowly. Trirodov lay on the sofa without taking his clothes off. He slept badly, tormented by oppressive dreams. He awoke several times. Dmitry Matov lay in the next room on the floor. The liquid, injected into his blood, acted strangely. The body contracted in proper proportion, and wasted very quickly.
And you have the face to confess it!" Dmitry Matov grew green with fear. He shouted to his companion: "Kill him! He has been listening to us! Shoot quick! He mustn't live. He will give us both up!" At this moment two other men appeared from the same place. Lunitsin aimed his revolver straight at Matov's forehead, and asked: "Who ought to be killed, traitor?"
Little by little Matov grew candid, and began to boast of his connexions with the police, and of the great number of people he had skilfully betrayed. The door leading to the next room was hung with draperies. Three people were hiding in that room Trirodov, Ostrov, and the young working man Krovlin. They were listening. Krovlin was intensely excited.
Their faces wore their habitually pleasant smiles and their hands did not tremble. Trirodov gave the reins to Kirsha, who drove away. The meeting proved an embarrassing one. The sisters' agitation was evident in their polite, empty phrases. They entered the drawing-room. Presently Rameyev, accompanied by the Matov brothers, came in to welcome the guest.
Lunitsin waited for him a few yards from the station, and led him to a very solitary spot where was situated the house hired for the purpose. A supper had been prepared there. Matov ate heartily and drank much wine. His companion began to invent stories about certain suspicious movements he had heard of lately.
About the same time, in response to some one's complaint, the President of the District Council had been dispatched "in administrative order" to the Olonetsk Government. There were dark rumours about Matov. At the next election a few votes were given in his favour, but not enough. He ceased to have any connexion with the District Council. Matov's money affairs were in a bad state.
She got excited so often and so intensely that she constantly had to be appeased by the elders, who regarded her youthful impetuosity with benevolent amusement. Rameyev was there with both his daughters, the Matov brothers, and Miss Harrison. Trirodov was there also. There was almost a spirit of gaiety. They talked on various subjects on politics, on literature, on local matters, etc.
Piotr was silent. Some sort of new perhaps alien thoughts swarmed in his head. He listened to them, and suddenly said: "You haven't visited us for a long time, and you are very much liked in our house. You would be welcome. You may come when you like, and you may talk or be silent, as suits your mood." Trirodov smiled in response. Piotr Matov returned home quite late in a dazed state of mind.
Matov then understood that he had been caught in a trap. But he still made efforts to wriggle out of it, and called all his skill and his insolence to his assistance. They tried him for treachery. At first he defended himself. He said that he had deceived the police, and that he had entered into relations with them merely to get important information for his comrades.
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