ONE EVENTFUL NIGHT
A nihilistic bomb exploded in the cabinet of the czar would scarcely
have created more consternation than did my statement. The emperor
himself started back in amazement, and then turned his face which was
white with rage and terror, upon Prince Michael.
The prince, instead of shrugging his shoulders and laughing at the
charge I had made, committed the mistake of turning deathly pale, and
at once protesting his innocence. It was that protest which decided the
battle of wits in my favor. Always ready to doubt those who were
nearest to him, the czar remembered instantly that I could gain nothing
by playing the traitor. He recalled also many instances, small in
themselves but sufficiently prominent now, when the prince had deceived
him. That, he knew I had never done. I had always possessed the courage
to tell him the truth even when it was unpleasant. The habit of
truthfulness told, then. He believed me, and he doubted the prince.
More than that, I seemed to him to know everything, for it proved to be
true that the prince had persuaded him to sign an order for my
temporary arrest--or rather, my detention in the palace. It had been
done when they were alone in the cabinet together, and how I could have
learned of it was a puzzle which he could not fathom. The more the
prince protested, the more certain the czar became that I had spoken
the truth, and while he glowered upon the unhappy man who became paler
and more uncertain in his speech with every effort, I stood calmly by
with my arms folded, not enjoying the situation, but determined to win
the fight.
"Michael," said his majesty at last, "give me the order to which Mr.
Derrington refers." I knew then that I had won, and while the prince
tremblingly produced it, I waited. The czar passed it to me with the
words, "You may destroy it, Mr. Derrington," and then added: "Prince
Michael, you will retire to your apartments and remain there until I
send for you. I will spare you the indignity of an arrest until I know
more. Go!"
I did not look at the prince as he left the room, and I have always
regretted it, for if I had done so and had I seen the agony that must
have been written on his face I might have saved him. I did not believe
the charge against him when I made it, and there was no such thing as a
direction to any of my men to arrest him. I charged him with complicity
with the nihilists solely to get rid of him, and by that means to save
myself and Zara, knowing that later I could save him, also; that he
would ultimately forgive me, and that I could bring the emperor to
regard it as a most excellent joke, for the czar dearly loved a joke if
it were at the expense of some other person. Indeed I intended before I
left the emperor's presence, partially to allay his fears concerning
the prince by assuring him that my information amounted to nothing more
than a mere suspicion which had been strengthened by his effort to
detain me in the palace. But events demonstrated the fact that in
making the charge I had builded better than I knew. I loved the prince,
and that episode is one of the greatest regrets of my life. If ever a
man was guilty without crime, he was. But I anticipate.
"Derrington," said the czar as soon as we were alone; he addressed me
in French by which I knew that I was restored to favor; "you have
startled me to-night in a way that I shall not soon forget. Is it true
that Michael--ah, no, I cannot believe it, for if he is unfaithful,
whom can I trust?"
"You must not cease to trust him entirely, yet, monsieur," I replied.
"The charge against him is based upon evidence that may be disproved;
but my drag net is out to-night, and the dawn will see nearly every
nihilist in St. Petersburg in prison, or on the way out of Russia. If
you had been prevailed upon to detain me I tremble for what might have
happened."
"Tell me----"
"Do not, I beg of you, detain me now, monsieur. Every moment is
precious. My men are swarming over the city, and even now the prisons
are filling up. I must get to work, for this is a matter to which I
must personally attend."
"And Michael?"
"Leave him where he is, in his apartments, until I return."
"When will that be?"
"Soon after daylight."
"Then come to me at once. Have me awakened if I am sleeping; but I
shall not be."
"I will do so."
"One word more. What of the princess?"
"She would have been murdered to-night by the nihilists had I not
arrested her as one, conducted her through the prison, and thence on to
the house of the prince."
"Why did you not bring her here and place her in my care?"
"She would not wish to come here, monsieur. Princess Zara once had a
lover who became crazed, and was killed here in the palace by one of
the guards, I believe, so----"
"Yes--yes, I understand. You did right. Stop! One word more before you
go. This conspiracy to which you referred, against the whole royal
family; are you sure that you have got at the root of it?"
"As sure as I am that I am here in the presence of the Czar of Russia."
"You have never failed me yet, Derrington;" and he grasped me by the
hand.
"And I never will, monsieur."
"Well, go. I shall expect you soon after daylight."
In reality there was little for me to do that night, more than I had
already done, and yet it was impossible that I should be shut up in the
palace with so much taking place throughout the city, immediately under
my direction, and over which it was imperative that I must retain
supervision. I knew that there would be frequent demands upon me for
authority to do and perform certain things, and it was important that I
should be on hand. I was always provided with the necessary papers for
anything in the official line that I might be called upon to perform.
This had been arranged in the beginning, the better to preserve the
secret of my business in St. Petersburg. I had innumerable imperial
passports signed and sealed in blank, and there was no outside
authority exercised by any official of the realm which I was not
prepared to meet. In short, my power was in many respects greater than
that of the czar himself for I was always prepared for whatever I might
have to do in any or all of the departments of the empire.
The wholesale arrests which I had ordered for that night, I had long
had under consideration, and that I had decided to make them a little
sooner than was my first intention, was due in part to the danger
surrounding the princess; in part to my own suddenly formed
determination to complete my business there and return to the United
States; and lastly, to the fact that the last few reports that I had
received so nearly completed the knowledge I had striven to attain,
that I came to the conclusion that my work was about done, and that it
was time to draw the net. My salary was enormous, and already amounted
to a competence, and I knew that if I remained in Russia, sooner or
later somebody would find me out; and then there would be short shrift
for me, between the nihilists on one hand, and the jealous nobility on
the other, for the latter saw in me nothing but an interloper who had
stolen their prerogatives.
My first business on leaving the emperor, was to call upon Jean Morét,
for now his usefulness was past, and the time had come for me to keep
my word with him, and set him free. Somewhere in the world he would be
able to find a safe haven of shelter from the enemies who would claim
vengeance; and now, after my net was drawn this night, there would be
few active nihilists remaining to seek his life.
"Well, Jean," I said, as I entered the room where he was confined,
"would you like to leave prison and Russia?"
"Indeed I would, sir," he replied. "There is nothing that would make me
quite so happy as that. Has the time come to let me go?"
"I think so. Are you quite sure that there is nothing that would make
you as happy as permission and passports to leave the country?"
"Quite."
"Not even----"
"No, not even that to which you refer, or are about to refer. I have
had plenty of time for thought, since you brought me here, and I have
unraveled the fact that I made a consummate fool of myself. I will not
deny that I still love her, or that I probably always will love her,
but I know that she never did, and never will, love me. That ends it,
you see, and so I am glad to get away."
"Was it the princess, Jean?" I asked.
"You have been very good to me, Mr. Derrington, and I ought to deny you
nothing. Still I hope you will not ask me to tell you anything
concerning the woman I was foolish enough to love so madly."
"I honor you for that expression, Jean, and I will ask you only one
question. You can reply to it readily enough. Do you love her still,
and well enough, so that you wish her every happiness? So well that you
cherish no ill will against her for what she did to you?"
"I would give up my liberty, now, to be assured that she might always
be happy; yes, even to know that she has broken with the nihilists; for
sooner or later they would lead her to Siberia. Will you answer one
question for me, Mr. Derrington?"
"Willingly."
"Has she been arrested?" He did not appreciate the confession involved
in his question.
"No; and she will not be. She has also broken with the nihilists. And,
Morét, I wish you to know that I honor you for not telling me her name.
I know to whom you refer."
He was silent a moment, until with some confusion in his manner, he
said:
"I would like to shake hands with you, Mr. Derrington. You are a good
man, and in whatever country Jean Morét finds a home, there you will
always find a friend of yours."
We had some other conversation, and then I gave him his passports,
together with sufficient money for his needs. I personally conducted
him from the place of imprisonment, and we finally parted in the
street. That was the last I ever saw of Jean Morét, but whatever his
ultimate fate, I knew him to be a man of sterling qualities.
From there I made my way to the office of my friend Canfield, where it
was arranged that I should receive the reports of my men, and there,
closeted with Canfield, I remained until daylight. Messengers were
coming and going constantly, and I knew long before dawn that every
plan that I had laid had worked out just as I intended it should. I
knew that when the sun rose, there would not be a half dozen real
nihilists at liberty in St. Petersburg, and that the order would be
paralyzed and broken throughout the empire. To just one portion of the
night's work, I paid particular personal attention, and that was to the
arrest and disposition of those who knew Zara and Ivan, personally, and
who were aware of her condemnation to death by the order. Many of those
who were arrested that night, were sent to Siberia for life, and
others, for long terms of imprisonment; but I could not be criticised
for that, for they one and all deserved to go. I was yet to meet with
an adventure before I returned to the emperor, however.
After leaving Canfield I sought an interview with O'Malley. I found
that without going out of my way, I could pass the residence of the
prince, where I believed Zara to be peacefully sleeping, for I knew
that Durnief must have suffered arrest before there was opportunity for
him to carry out the czar's order. I had taken the precaution to
instruct Coyle, early in the evening, to place a good watch on the
house, fearing there might be a chance that one of the spies of the
nihilists had succeeded in following us, and that they might attempt an
attack upon her, there. Of Durnief, I had not thought again, for when
the czar told me that he had been sent after the princess, I had every
confidence that the man would be arrested before he could gain
admittance to Zara's presence. Later, at Canfield's office, I had
received the report that he had been taken.
It was just breaking day as I approached the house, and I could see
that a light was burning in the room where I had left her. I decided at
once that she had determined to remain in that room, and had probably
not thought of retiring. I could not criticise such a reluctance, under
the circumstances; and while I was congratulating myself upon the fact
that she would not have to pass such another night as this one, I saw
the front door swing suddenly open, and the form of a woman in whom I
instantly recognized Zara, ran down the steps and leaped into a waiting
_droshka_, which had hitherto escaped my notice. Instantly the horses
started away at a gallop. I was two hundred feet distant. There was not
a person in sight, for Coyle, believing, doubtless, that all danger was
past, had withdrawn his guard.
There are times in our lives when peril, in threatening a loved one,
brings out the best there is in a man, and renders him suddenly capable
of coping with any emergency. I knew of but one way to stop those
horses, and I used it. Always a good shot, I drew my revolver, aimed it
at the nearest horse, and pulled the trigger. Then, before the sound of
the first report had lost itself along the street, I fired again. One
of the horses pitched forward, shot through the brain, I knew; the
other fell upon the first, and I ran forward at all speed, towards the
wrecked and overturned _droshka_.