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Updated: June 10, 2025
In her transport she tried to take him in her trembling arms, but he waved her back. She caught her breath and resumed: "Did the examination of all the hat-pins tell you anything?" "Yes. The fifth hat-pin of Mademoiselle Natacha's, the one in the toque out in the veranda, has the tip newly broken off." "O misery!" cried Matrena, crumpling in her chair. Rouletabille raised her.
"Monsieur le Marechal, who had the imprudence to bring such dangerous grapes to the datcha des Iles, and and " "And the other?" asked Koupriane, more and more anxiously. "Listen there," said Rouletabille, pointing toward the Emperor's cabinet. The sound of tears and sobs reached them. The grief and the remorse of Matrena Petrovna passed the walls of the cabinet.
"Monsieur Rouletabille," said Matrena, who visibly strove to regain her self-control, "I am not of Koupriane's opinion and I am not" here she lowered her trembling voice "of the opinion His Majesty holds. It is better for me to tell you at once, so that you may not regret intervening in an affair where there are where there are risks terrible risks to run. No, this is not a family drama.
What Matrena feels so sure of is that the trap I laid by the promenade to the Point was against Natacha particularly. I knew beforehand that Natacha would absent herself during the promenade.
The schwitzar gathered the general into his great arms and carried him into the veranda. Feodor demanded five minutes' respite before he was taken upstairs to his chamber. Matrena Petrovna had a light luncheon brought at his request. In truth, the good woman trembled with impatience and hardly dared move without consulting Rouletabille's face.
Ermolai need have said nothing, for that matter, since Madame Matrena was aware of a stranger's presence in the sitting-room by the extraordinary attitude of an individual in a maroon frock-coat bordered with false astrakhan, such as is on the coats of all the Russian police agents and makes the secret agents recognizable at first glance.
"Boris's parents came to see us a little while ago, to inquire after the general. They have taken Natacha away with them, as they often have done. Natacha went with them readily enough. Little domovoi, listen to me, listen to Matrena Petrovna Anyone would have said she was expecting it!" "Then she has gone to lunch at their house?" "Doubtless, unless they have gone to a cafe. I don't know.
Nothing would have been easier than for someone who could open the door to stretch an arm and place the infernal machine among the wild flowers, above all, as could easily be believed, if he had waited for that treachery until the heavy breathing of the general told them outside that he was fast asleep, and if, looking through the key-hole, he had made sure Matrena was occupied in her own chamber.
"You are not curious, little domovoi doukh! A friend of the house, certainly, and who enters the house as he wishes, by night, because someone opens the window for him. And who comes from the Krestowsky Villa! Boris or Michael! Ah, poor miserable Matrena! Why don't they kill poor Matrena? Their general! Their general! And they are soldiers soldiers who come at night to kill their general.
Rouletabille and Natacha only touched their lips to the vodka, but Feodor Feodorovitch and Matrena drank theirs in the Russian fashion, head back and all at a draught, draining it to the bottom and flinging the contents to the back of the throat. They had no more than performed this gesture when the general uttered an oath and tried to expel what he had drained so heartily.
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