THE DUEL.
The discoveries I made were more varied and interesting than agreeable:
and I found plenty of evidence to more than justify my first ill
impressions of Olga's real brother.
It was time indeed that there should be a change.
The man must have gone off without even waiting to sort his papers.
Rummaging in some locked drawers, the keys of which I found in a little
cabinet that I broke open, I came across a diary with a number of
entries with long gaps between them, which seemed to throw a good deal
of light on my past.
There were indications of three separate intrigues which I was
apparently carrying on at that very time; the initials of the women
being "P.T.," "A.P.," and "B.G." The last-named, I may say at once, I
never heard of or discovered: though in some correspondence I read
afterwards, I came across some undated letters signed with the
initials, making and accepting and declining certain appointments. But
both "P.T." and "A.P." were the cause of trouble afterwards.
I found that a number of appointments of all kinds were fixed for the
following afternoon. The initials of the persons only were given, but
enough particulars were added to shew the nature of the business. Thus
someone was coming for a bet of 1,000 roubles; a money lender was due
who had seemingly declared that he would wait no longer; and quite a
number of tradesmen for their bills.
I soon saw the reason for all this. I was evidently a fellow with a
turn for a certain kind of humour; and I had obviously made the
appointments in the full assurance either that Devinsky's sword would
have squared all earthly accounts in full for me, or that I should be
safe across the frontier and out of my creditors' way.
I recalled with a chuckle my words to Olga--that if I were to play the
part I must play it thoroughly. This meant that not only must I fight
the beggar's duel for him, but if I were not killed, fence with his
creditors also or pay their claims.
I swept everything at length into one of the biggest and strongest
drawers, locked them up, and sat down to think for a few minutes before
going to bed.
If I fell in the morning I wished Rupert Balestier to hear of it; and
the only means by which that could be done would be for me to write a
note and get Olga to post it. Half a dozen words would be enough:
"MY DEAR RUPERT,
"The end has come much sooner than I hoped when writing you this
afternoon. A queer adventure has landed me in a duel for to-morrow
morning with a man who is known as a good swordsman. He may prove too
much for me. If so, good-bye old friend, and so much the better. It
will save an awful lot of trouble; and the world and I are quite ready
to be quit of one another. The receipt of this letter posted by a
friendly hand will be a sign to you that I have fallen. Again,
good-bye, old fellow. H.T."
I did not put my name in full, to lessen the chance of complication
should the letter go astray. I addressed it, and then put it under a
separate cover. Next I wrote a short note to my sister; and this had
to be ambiguously worded, lest it also should get into the wrong hands.
"MY DEAR SISTER,
"You know of my duel with Major Devinsky and that it is in honour
unavoidable. Should I fall, I have one or two last words. I have many
debts; but had arranged to pay them to-morrow; and I have more than
enough money in English bank notes for the purpose. Pay everything and
keep for yourself the balance, or do with it what you think best. My
money could be used in no better way than to clear up entirely this
part of my life. I ask you to post the enclosed letter to England; and
please do so, without even reading the address. This is my one request.
"God bless you, Olga, and find you a better protector than I have been
able to be.
Your brother,
"ALEXIS."
This I sealed up and then enclosed the whole in an envelope together
with about L2,000 in bank notes which I had brought with me from
England. The envelope I addressed to my "sister" and determined to ask
my chief second, Lieutenant Essaieff, to give it to Olga, should I fall.
One other little task I had. I went through my clothes and my own few
papers and carefully destroyed every trace of connection with Hamylton
Tregethner, so that there should be nothing to complicate the matter of
identity in the event of my death.
So far so good--if Devinsky killed me. But what if I could beat him?
The quarrel was none of mine. I had no right to go out and even fight
a man in an assumed character, to say nothing of killing him. Look at
the thing as I would I could make nothing else than murder of it; and
very treacherous murder, to boot.
The man was doubtless a bully, and he seemed willing to use his
superior skill to fix a quarrel on Olga's brother and kill him, in
order to leave the girl without protection. But his blackguardism was
no excuse for my killing him. I had no right to interfere. I had
never seen her or him until the last few hours; and however much Major
Devinsky deserved punishment, I had no authority to administer it.
Probably if the man knew how I could use the sword he would never have
dreamt of challenging me; and I could not substitute my exceptional
skill for Olga's brother's lack of it and so kill the man, without
being in fact, whatever I might seem in appearance, an assassin.
If I were to warn him before the duel that a great mistake had been
made as to my skill, I shouldn't be believed. He and others would only
think I was keeping up the braggart conduct of that evening at the
club. At the same time I liked the idea of the warning. It would at
any rate be original, especially if I succeeded in beating the major.
But it was clear that I could not kill him.
All roads led round to that decision: and as I had come to the end of
my cigar and there was plenty of reason why I should have as much sleep
as possible, I went to bed and slept like a top till my man, Vosk,
called me early in the morning and told me that Lieutenant Gradinsk was
already waiting for me.
"That beggar, Essaieff, has gone on to the Common"--this was where we
were to fight--"Told me to tell you. Suppose he doesn't care to be
seen in our company. I hate the snob," he said when I joined him.
"So long as he's there when I want him, it's enough for me," said I, so
curtly, that my companion looked at me in some astonishment.
"Umph, don't seem over cheerful this morning, Alexis. Must perk up a
bit and shew a bold front. It's an ugly business this, but you won't
help yourself now by...."
"Silence," I cried sternly. "When I'm afraid, you may find courage to
tell me so openly. At present it's dangerous."
Then I completed my few preparations in absolute silence, both Gradinsk
and the servant watching me in astonishment. When I was ready, I
turned to Vosk.
"What wages are due to you?" I asked sharply. He told me, and I paid
him, adding the amount for three months' further. "You leave my
service at once. I have no further need of you." I was in truth
anxious to get rid of him.
"My things are here. I...." he began, obviously making excuses.
"I give you five minutes to take what is absolutely necessary. The
rest you can have another time. You will not return here."
"Do you suspect..." he began again.
"I only discharge you," I returned curtly. "Half of one of your
minutes is gone." He looked at me a moment, fear mingled with his
utter astonishment, and then went out of the room.
Five minutes later I locked the doors behind us and put the keys in my
pocket.
"What has he done, Alexis? Isn't it rather risky? You've been so
intimate...." said Gradinsk, as soon as we were in the droschky.
"It is I who have done this, not he," I answered, sharply. "It is my
private affair if you please."
"D---- your private affairs," he cried in a burst of temper. "Even if
you are going to die, you needn't behave like a sullen hog."
I stared round at him coldly.
"After the meeting I shall ask you to withdraw that, Lieutenant
Gradinsk," and we did not exchange another word till the place of
meeting was reached.
We were the last to arrive: and there appeared to have been some doubt
as to whether I should dare to turn up, I think; for I caught a
significant gesture pass between my opponent's seconds.
How I looked I know not; but I felt very dangerous, and I tried to be
perfectly calm and self-possessed and natural in my manner.
"Lieutenant Essaieff," I said, drawing my chief second on one side
after I had saluted the others. "There are two matters to be
mentioned. If I should fall, will you give this letter with your own
hands immediately to my sister?"
"You have my word on that," he said, bowing gravely.
"One thing more. I have an explanation to make to my opponent, Major
Devinsky, which I think should be made in the hearing of all."
"An apology?" he asked, with a slight curl of the lip.
"No, but an explanation without which this duel cannot take place.
Will you arrange it?"
He went to Devinsky's seconds, and then returning fetched me and
Gradinsk, who was very nervous. I went up to the other group and spoke
very quietly but firmly.
"Before the duel takes place, Major Devinsky, I must make such an
explanation as will prevent its being fought under a mistake. I am a
much more expert swordsman than is currently known. I have purposely
concealed my skill during the months I have been in Moscow; but I
cannot engage with you now, without making the fact known. I have
indeed rather drawn you into this affair and I now desire you to join
with me in declining to carry the dispute further. After this
explanation, and at any future time I shall of course be at your
disposal."
The effect of this short speech was pretty much what might have been
expected. All the men thought I was trying to get out of the fight by
impudent bragging, and Devinsky's seconds laughed sneeringly.
I turned away as I finished speaking, but a minute later, Essaieff
brought me a message--and the contempt rang in his tone as he delivered
it.
"Major Devinsky's reply to your extraordinary request is this: The only
terms on which he will let you off the fight are an unconditional
compliance with the condition he has already named to you. What is
your answer?"
"We will fight," I replied shortly: and forthwith threw off my coat and
vest and made ready.
I eyed my antagonist with the keenest vigilance during the minute or
two the seconds took in placing us, and I saw a certain boastful
confidence in his looks and a swagger in his manner, which were
eloquent of the cheap contempt in which he held me--a sentiment that
was shared by all present.
My second, Essaieff, manifestly did not like his task; but he did
everything in a workmanlike way which shewed me he knew well what he
was about, and in a very short time our swords were crossed and we had
the word to engage.
An ugly glint in the major's eyes told me he had come out to kill if he
could; and the manner in which he pressed the fight from the outset
shewed me that he thought he could finish it off straight away.
He was a good swordsman: I could tell that the instant our blades
touched: and he had one or two pretty tricks which wanted watching and
would be sure to have very ugly consequences for anyone whose eye and
wrist were less quick than his own. As he fought I could readily see
how he had gained his big reputation and had so often left the field
victorious after only a few minutes' fighting.
But he was not to be compared with me. In two minutes I knew precisely
his tactics and at every point I could outfight him. I had no need
even to exert myself. After a few passes, all my old love of the art
came back to me and all my old skill; and when he made his deadliest
and trickiest lunges I parried them without an effort, and could have
countered with fatal effect.
I wished to get the fullest measure of his skill, however, and for this
reason did not attempt to touch him for some minutes. Then an idea
occurred to me. I would prove to the men with us that I had no real
wish to avoid the fight. Intentionally I let my adversary touch my
left arm, drawing a little blood.
They stopped us instantly; and then came the question whether enough
had been done to satisfy the demands of honour. Had I chosen, I could
without actual cowardice have declared the thing finished: but I
intended them all to understand that I had to the full as keen an
appetite as my opponent for the business. I was peremptory therefore
in my demand to go on.
In the pause I made my plan. I would cover my adversary with ridicule
by outfencing him at all points: play with him, in fact; and give him a
hundred little skin wounds to shew him and the rest how completely he
had been at my mercy.
I did it with consummate ease. My sword point played round him as an
electric spark will dart about a magnet, and he was like a child in his
feeble efforts to follow its dazzling swiftness. Scarcely had we
engaged before I had flicked a piece of skin from his cheek. The next
time it was from his sword arm. Then from his neck, and after that
from his other cheek; until there was no part of his flesh in view
which had not a drop of blood to mark that my sword point had been
there. The man was mad with baffled and impotent rage.
Then I put an end to it. After the last rest I put the whole of my
energy and skill into my play, and pressed him so hard that any one of
the onlookers could see I could have run him through the heart half a
dozen times: and at the end of it I disarmed him with a wrench that was
like to break his wrist.
To do the man justice, he had pluck. He made sure I meant to kill him,
but he faced me resolutely enough when I raised my sword and put the
point right at his heart.
"One word," said I, sternly. "I have put this indignity on you because
of the insolent message you sent to me by Lieutenant Essaieff. But for
that I would simply have disarmed you at once and made an end of the
thing. Now, remember me by this...." I raised my sword and struck him
with the flat side of it across the face, leaving an ugly red trail.
Then I turned on my heel and went to where my seconds stood, lost in
staring amazement at what I had done. I put on my clothes in silence;
and as I glanced about me I saw that the scene had created a powerful
impression upon everybody present.
All men are irresistibly influenced by skill such as I had shewn under
circumstances of the kind; and the utter humbling of a bully who had
ridden rough-shod over the whole regiment was agreeable enough now that
it had been accomplished. My own evil character was forgotten in the
fact that I had beaten the man who had beaten everybody else and traded
on his deadly reputation.
Lieutenant Essaieff came to me as I was turning to leave the place
alone. He gave me back the letter I had entrusted to him, and after a
momentary hesitation, said:--
"Petrovitch, I did you an injustice, and I am sorry for it. I thought
you were afraid, and I had no idea that you had anything like such
pluck and skill. I believed you were blustering; and I apologise to
you for the way in which I brought Devinsky's message. But for what
happened last night in your rooms"--and he drew himself up as he
spoke--"I am at your service if you desire it."
"I'd much rather breakfast than fight with you to-morrow morning,
Essaieff, if you won't think me a coward for crying off the encounter."
"After this morning no one will ever call you a coward;" said he; and I
think he was a good deal relieved at not having to stand in front of a
sword which could do what mine had just done. "Shall we drive back
together?"
We saluted the others ceremoniously, my late antagonist scowling very
angrily as he made an abrupt and formal gesture. Then I snubbed
Gradinsk, who looked very white, remembering what I had said to him
when driving to the ground; and Lieutenant Essaieff and I left together.
"How is it we have all been so mistaken in you, Petrovitch?" asked my
companion when we had lighted our cigarettes.
"How is it that I have been so mistaken in you?" I retorted. "I chose
to take my own way, that's all. I wished to know the relish of the
reputation for cowardice, if you like. I have never been out before in
Moscow, as you know; and have never had to shew what I could do with
either sword or pistol. Nor did I seek this quarrel. But because I
have never fought till I was compelled, that does not mean that I can't
fight when I am compelled. But the truth's out now, and it may as well
all be known. Come to my rooms for five minutes before breakfast--I am
going to my sister's to breakfast--and I'll shew you what I can do with
the pistols. It may prevent anyone making the mistake of choosing
those should there be any more of this morning's work to do."
"I hope you can keep your head," he said, after a pause. "You'll be
about the most popular man in the whole regiment after to-day's
business. I don't believe there's a more hated man in the whole city
than Devinsky; and everyone's sure to love you for making him bite the
dust. I suppose you're coming to the ball at the Zemliczka Palace
to-night. You'll be the lion."
There was a touch of envy in his voice, I think, and he smiled when I
answered indifferently that I had not decided. As a fact I didn't know
whether I had any invitation or not, so that my indifference was by no
means feigned.
When we reached my rooms I took him in and as I wished to noise abroad
so far as possible the fact of my skill with weapons, I shewed him some
of the trick shots I had learnt. Pistol shooting had been with me, as
I have said, quite a passion at one time and I had practised until I
could hit anything within range, either stationary or moving. More
than that, I was an expert in the reflection shot--shooting over my
shoulder at a mark I could see reflected in a mirror held in front of
me. Indeed there was scarcely a trick with the pistol which I did not
know and had not practised.
The lieutenant had not words enough to express his amazement and
admiration; and when I sent him away after about a quarter of an hour's
shooting such as he had never seen, he was reduced to a condition of
speechless wonder.
Then I dressed carefully, having bathed and attended to the light wound
on my arm, and set out to relieve my "sister's" suspense and keep my
appointment for breakfast. I found myself thinking pleasantly of the
pretty, kindly little face of the girl, and when I saw a light of
infinite relief and gladness sparkle in her eyes at sight of me safe
and sound and punctual, I experienced a much more gratifying sensation
than I had expected.
Her face was somewhat white and drawn and her eyes hollow, telling of a
sleepless, anxious night; and she grasped my hand so warmly and was so
moved, that I could not fail to see that she had been worrying lest
trouble had come to me through her action of the previous day.
"You haven't had so much sleep as I have, Olga," I said, lightly.
"Are you really safe, quite safe, and unhurt? And have you really been
mad enough to go out and fight that man? Oh, I could not sleep a wink
all night for thinking of you and of the cruel gleam I have seen in his
eyes." And she covered her face with her hands and shivered.
"Getting up early in the morning always gives me an unconscionable
appetite, Olga. I thought you knew that," said I lightly and with a
laugh. "But I see no breakfast; and that's hardly sisterly, you know."
"It's all in the next room ready," she answered, leading the way. "But
tell me the news:" and her face was all aglow with eager inquiry.
"I had no difficulty with Major Devinsky. As I anticipated he was no
sort of a match for me at that business. I'm not bragging, but I've
been trained in a totally different school, and--well, the beggar never
had a chance."
She smiled then, and her eyes danced in gladness, but as suddenly grew
grave again. Wonderfully tell-tale eyes they were!
"What about--I mean--is he hurt?"
"No, not much. Nothing serious. His quarrel wasn't with me, you see,
so I couldn't kill him or wound him seriously. But you'll hear
probably from others what happened."
"I want to hear from you, please. You promised the news at first hand
remember."
"Well, I played rather a melodrama, I fear. I managed to snick him in
a number of places till he's pitted a good deal. I gave him a lesson
for having treated you in that way and also for his insolence to me.
Besides I wished to make a bit of an impression on the other men there.
He won't trouble us again, I fancy."
"He's dangerous, Alexis: mind that. Very dangerous. But oh, I'm so
glad it's all over and you're safe and sound--And here's your favourite
dish--though you don't know what it is."
"I don't care what it is. I'll take whatever you give me on trust."
At that she glanced at me and coloured, and hung her head.
She was very pretty indeed when the colour glowed in her cheeks, and as
a rather long silence followed I had plenty of time to observe her.
She made a most captivating little hostess, too; and I began to feel
that if I had had a sister of my own like her, I should have been
remarkably fond of her, and perhaps--who can tell?--a very different
man myself.
"By the way, there's one thing you must be careful to say," I said,
breaking a long pause that was getting embarrassing. "You will
probably be asked whether you knew that I was an expert with the sword
and pistol and was purposely concealing my skill from the men here in
Moscow. That's what I've said, and it may be as well that you should
seem to have known it. A brother and sister should have no secrets
from each other, you know."
She shook her head at me and, with a smile and in a tone of mock
reproach, said:
"You haven't always thought that, Alexis."
"It's never too late to mend," returned I. "And I'll promise for the
future, if you like--so long as the relationship lasts, that is."
To that she made no answer, and when she spoke again she had changed
the subject.
We chatted very pleasantly during breakfast, and I asked her presently
about the dance at the Zemliczka Palace. She was going to it, she
said, and told me that I had also accepted.
"Can a brother and sister dance together, Olga," I asked.
"I don't know," she replied, playing with the point as though it were
some grave matter of diplomacy. "I have never had to consider the
question practically because you have never asked me, Alexis. But I
think they might sit out together," and with the laugh that accompanied
that sentence ringing in my ears, like the refrain of a sweet song, we
parted to meet again at the ball.