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Updated: May 29, 2025
Every policeman in Moscow knew of the destruction done, only six days before, by just such weapons. The foremost men halted instantly. The impetus of those behind brought all together in a bunch nine expectants of instant death. Verbitzsky spoke again: "If any man moves hand or foot, I'll throw these," he cried. "Listen!" "Why, you fool," said Nolenki, a rather slow-witted man, "you can't escape.
At the risk of our lives, we two went to save the Czar of all the Russias, though well we knew that Dmitry Nolenki, chief of the secret police, had offered a reward on our capture. Boris Kojukhov and the other seven trainmen who came with him had been chosen, with ten others who were not Nihilists, to operate the train that was to bear His Imperial Majesty next day to St. Petersburg.
That would have placed my comrade and me in a dreadful dilemma, but quite a different one from what you may suppose. As if to make Nolenki reflect, Verbitzsky spoke more slowly: "If Dmitry Nolenki jumps down into this pit before I say five, do not throw the bomb at him. You understand, Michael, do not throw if he jumps down instantly.
Nolenki's legs were so weak that he could not walk to the edge. In trying to do so he stumbled, fell, crawled, and came in head first, a mere heap. "Wise Nolenki!" said my comrade, with a laugh. Then in his tone of desperate resolution, "Nolenki, get down on your hands and knees, and put your head against that wall. Don't move now if you wish to live."
I stood on a man's back. I laid my bomb with utmost care on the wall, over which I could then see. Then I easily lifted myself out by my hands and elbows. "Good!" said Verbitzsky. "Now, Michael, stand there till I come. If they try to seize me, throw your bomb. We can all die together." In half a minute he had stepped on Nolenki's back. Nolenki groaned with abasement.
This bridge was fully thirty feet overhead, and flanked by wings of masonry. The four tracks led into a small yard, almost surrounded by high stone warehouses; a yard devoted solely to turn-tables for locomotives. There was no exit from it except under the bridge that we passed beneath. "Good!" we heard Nolenki cry, fifty yards behind. "We have them now in a trap!"
They ran away from us toward the freight-sheds, shouting the alarm, while we calmly walked home to our unsuspected lodgings. Not till then did I think of the bombs. "Where are they?" I asked in alarm. "I left them for the police. They will ruin Nolenki it was he who sent poor Zina to Siberia and her death." "Ruin him?" I said, wondering. "Yes." "Why?" "They were not loaded." "Not loaded!"
"That's what Boris whispered to me in the wool-shed office. He meant to load them to-morrow before going to His Imperial Majesty's train. Nolenki will be laughed to death in Moscow, if not sent to Siberia." Verbitzsky was right.
Surrender instantly." He drew his revolver and pointed it at us. "Michael," said Verbitzsky to me, in that steely voice which I had never before heard from my gentle comrade; "Michael, Nolenki can shoot but one of us before he dies. Take this bomb. Now if he hits me you throw your bomb at him. If he hits you I will throw mine."
"Infernal villains!" gasped the chief; but we could see his pistol wavering. "Michael," resumed Verbitzsky, "we will give Nolenki a chance for his life. Obey me exactly! Listen! If Dmitry Nolenki does not jump down into this pit before I say five, throw your bomb straight at him! I will, at the moment I say five, throw mine at these rascals." "Madman!" cried Nolenki. "Do you think to "
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