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Through the opening the shadow of an arm stretched, an arm which held in its fingers something which shone. Rouletabille felt Matrena ready to bound.
They call it, I think, the... the mixture..." "The Bordeaux mixture," was heard in Rouletabille's trembling voice "And do you know what it is, Your Excellency, this Bordeaux mixture?" "Why, no." At this moment the general came down the stairs, clinging to the banister and supported by Matrena Petrovna.
The policeman rose and silently left the room, reached the veranda and lounged there on a sofa, pretending to be asleep, but in reality watching the garden paths. Matrena Petrovna took his place at the hinge-vent. This was her rule; she always took the final glance at everything and everybody.
For Natacha: Her eyes when she looks at her father." And this bizarre phrase: "We mustn't be rash. This evening I have not yet spoken to Matrena Petrovna about the little hat-pin. That little hat-pin is the greatest relief of my life." "Good morning, my dear little familiar spirit. The general slept splendidly the latter part of the night. He did not touch his narcotic.
At this cry, they all stopped, after an instinctive move to go back. Feodor Feodorovitch, who was still in Matrena Petrovna's arms, cried: "Vive le Tsar!"
"It is the general. The general is dreaming!" She drew him into the dining-room, into a corner where they could no longer hear the moanings. But all the doors that communicated with the dining-room, the drawing-room and the sitting-room remained open behind him, by the secret precaution of Rouletabille. He waited while Matrena, whose breath he heard come hard, was a little behind.
Suddenly Koupniane's voice was heard shouting orders, calling upon his agents to take the quarry alive or dead. From the balcony Matrena Petrovna cried out also, like a savage, and Rouletabille tried in vain to keep her quiet. She was delirious at the thought "The Other" might escape yet. She fired a revolver, she also, into the group, not knowing whom she might wound.
How Rouletabille, who had not spent half a second examining the general's chamber, was able to be certain that all went well on that side, when it took Matrena and that how many times a day! at least a quarter of an hour of ferreting in all the corners each time she explored her house before she was even inadequately reassured, was a question. Rouletabille at once rejoined the general, whistling.
"If one outlined her crime to her, do you believe she would confess it? asked the Emperor. "I am so sure of it that I have had her brought here. By now Koupriane should be here at the chateau, with Matrena Petrovna." "You think of everything, monsieur." The Tsar moved to ring a bell. Rouletabille raised his hand. "Not yet, Sire.
But before going to their beds all went into the veranda, where liqueurs were served by the brave Ermolai, as always. Matrena pushed the wheel-chair of the general there, and he kept repeating, "No, no. No more such people. No more police. They only bring trouble." "Feodor! Feodor!" sighed Matrena, whose anxiety deepened in spite of all she could do, "they watched over your dear life."
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