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Updated: June 27, 2025
Here are fifteen ducats, the remaining five you owe me, kindly add them to the others." "Very well," said the major; "though, indeed, I do not understand what is the question at issue and how you will decide it!" Without a word Vulich went into the major's bedroom, and we followed him.
"What are you going to do?" they exclaimed. "This is madness!" "Gentlemen!" he said slowly, disengaging his arm. "Who would like to pay twenty ducats for me?" They were silent and drew away. Vulich went into the other room and sat by the table; we all followed him. With a sign he invited us to sit round him.
"Get up dress yourself!" I dressed hurriedly and went out. "Do you know what has happened?" said three officers who had come for me, speaking all in one voice. They were deadly pale. "No, what is it?" "Vulich has been murdered!" I was petrified. "Yes, murdered!" they continued. "Let us lose no time and go!" "But where to?" "You will learn as we go." We set off.
They told me all that had happened, supplementing their story with a variety of observations on the subject of the strange predestination which had saved Vulich from imminent death half an hour before he actually met his end.
At that moment an officer who was sitting in a corner of the room stood up, and, coming slowly to the table, surveyed us all with a quiet and solemn glance. He was a native of Servia, as was evident from his name. The outward appearance of Lieutenant Vulich was quite in keeping with his character.
At that moment a strange idea flashed through my head like Vulich I proposed to put fate to the test. "Wait," I said to the major, "I will take him alive." Bidding the captain enter into a conversation with the murderer and setting three Cossacks at the door ready to force it open and rush to my aid at a given signal, I walked round the hut and approached the fatal window.
It had been shot right through the centre, and the bullet was deeply embedded in the wall. For two or three minutes no one was able to utter a word. Very quietly Vulich poured my ducats from the major's purse into his own. Discussions arose as to why the pistol had not gone off the first time.
"I wager fifty rubles to five that the pistol is not loaded!" cried a third. A new bet was made. I was beginning to get tired of it all. "Listen," I said, "either shoot yourself, or hang up the pistol in its place and let us go to bed." "Yes, of course!" many exclaimed. "Let us go to bed." "Gentlemen, I beg of you not to move," said Vulich, putting the muzzle of the pistol to his forehead.
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