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Updated: June 16, 2025
But, in reality, he passed the food to an enormous bull-dog under the table, in whose good graces he was also thus firmly planting himself. As Trebassof had prayed his companions to let his young friend satisfy his ravening hunger in peace, they did not concern themselves to entertain him.
He went in, gave his name, and was ushered at once to the Chief of Police, whom he found bent over a long report that he was reading through with noticeable agitation. "Gounsovski has sent me this," he said in a rough voice, pointing to the report. "Gounsovski, 'to do me a service, desires me to know that he is fully aware of all that happened at the Trebassof datcha last night.
And I was not long in ascertaining that the negotiations in this formidable affair were taking place in the very house of Trebassof!
This policeman was on his knees in the drawing-room watching what passed in the next room through the narrow space of light in the hinge-way of the door. In this manner, or some other, all persons who wished to approach General Trebassof were kept under observation without their knowing it, after having been first searched at the lodge, a measure adopted since the latest attack.
"And unless the door of the little passage-way before that staircase that opens into the drawing-room is closed also, and you cannot see it from here." "That door is open," said Ermolai. Koupriane swore. But he recovered himself promptly. "Madame Trebassof will close the door when she speaks to them." "It's impracticable," said the reporter. "That will arouse their suspicions more than ever.
"You have seen His Majesty?" "I come from him, madame. It is to Madame Trebassof that I have the honor of speaking?" "Yes. And you are Monsieur ?" "Joseph Rouletabille, madame. I do not add, 'At your service because I do not know about that yet. That is what I said just now to His Majesty."
Madame Trebassof walked into the salon and signaled. The man appeared. Rouletabille handed him a paper, which the other read. "You will gather your men together and quit the villa," ordered Rouletabille. "You will return to the police Headguarters. Say to M. Koupriane that I have commanded this and that I require all police service around the villa to be suspended until further orders."
But they have gone, nevertheless. They had to obey you. What can that paper be you have shown them?" Rouletabille drew out again the billet covered with seals and signs and cabalistics that he did not understand. Madame Trebassof translated it aloud: "Order to all officials in surveillance of the Villa Trebassof to obey the bearer absolutely. Signed: Koupriane."
"Well may he sleep peacefully." "Natacha sang like an angel," said Boris, the first orderly, in a tremulous voice. "Like an angel, Boris Nikolaievitch. But why did she speak of his heart oppressed? I don't see that General Trebassof has a heart oppressed, for my part." Michael Korsakoff spoke roughly as he drained his glass. "No, that's so, isn't it?" agreed the others.
I have confided my honor to Your Majesty. I have told you Natacha's secret. Well, now, before Matrena's confession, I dare to ask you: Promise me to forget that secret. It will not suffice merely to give Natacha back again to her father. It is necessary to leave her course open to her if you really wish to save General Trebassof. What do you decide, Sire?"
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