POUBALOV SUCCEEDS.
Her indecision was but momentary. Every nerve tingling with
apprehension, her arms straining to embrace her lover and allay
his suffering, she threw open the door at her right hand. Dusty
furniture, faded hangings confronted her, nothing else. Aroused by the
disappointment to a fever of anxiety and energy, she laid her hand upon
the other door, and above the rattling of the knob she heard again the
faint moan. The door was locked, and it merely creaked complainingly
when she exerted all the pressure she could bring to bear against it.
She must work quickly. Holding the candle parallel to the floor, she
allowed several drops of the melted tallow to fall, and on them she
fastened her tiny torch upright. Then she applied her keys, one after
the other, to the lock. It was a commonplace lock, a boot-buttoner
would have worked it, and the most commonplace key in her collection at
last turned freely and shot back the bolt. She threw the door open and
rushed in, and as she passed, her flying skirts whisked out the candle
flame and she was in darkness, but in the flashing glance she had had
of the room she had seen the figure of a man bound to a chair, a cloth
wound about his head and across his mouth.
Clara did not seek the prisoner in the darkness. All impulse to rush
forward and throw her arms about him had vanished; in its place was an
icy chill at the heart and an infinite sob that lodged in her throat
and would not out. Hastily still but with nerveless limbs she stooped
and felt for the candle, and, having found it, she again brought its
wick to flickering life and raised it from the floor. Standing then
upon the threshold, one hand clutching the jamb, she made certain
that the fleeting vision of surprise and disappointment was bitter and
amazing reality. The man bound upon the chair was old Dexter.
He turned upon her his blinking eyes, rendered sightless for the moment
by the mild glare of the candle flame. He could stir no other part of
his body by so much as a hair's breadth. A long rope was coiled many
times about him, binding his legs to the chair rungs, his arms to his
side, and his head to the back of the chair. A pitiful groan gurgled
again in his throat as Clara held up the candle and looked at him.
She stood thus not longer than a second, and then, having placed the
candle in a cup that stood on the mantel, she sought to loose him.
That he was concerned in some way with Ivan's disappearance she could
not doubt, but she allowed herself no thought or hesitation on that
account. His evident suffering appealed to her, and she plied her
fingers hard and fast to undo the rope. The knot was at his back and
it had not been drawn extremely taut, the numerous coils in themselves
being almost sufficient to hold the prisoner in his place. Very
shortly, therefore, she had the free ends of the rope in hand, and she
unwound them from Dexter's arms, still standing behind his back and
working above his head. When with his own hands he began to loose the
coils from his lower limbs, she untied the handkerchief that held the
gag in his mouth, and Dexter was free.
He arose trembling. His limbs were stiff with long constraint and he
steadied himself by grasping the back of the chair and leaning upon it.
Breathing heavily and muttering unintelligible curses he turned slowly
about and peered into Clara's eyes.
"Ha!" he gasped, "it's you, is it!"
His eyes, till then glowing with the rage of a baffled will, now flamed
with ungovernable hate. Clara, all her resolution gone, her very life
seeming to depart from her, yet stood ready to do what she could to
help him, when with a passionate shriek he suddenly extended his
thin quivering hands and seized her violently by the throat. Taken
by surprise, her nervous energy exhausted by the long strain and its
attendant disappointments, Clara made but slight resistance. Dexter
clutched her with the desperate strength of a maniac and pushed her
back against the wall.
What with the noise they made in moving across the floor, and Dexter's
snarling curses, she did not hear the sound of rapidly approaching
steps along the corridor; but just as the frenzied old man had pressed
her against the wall, and when it seemed as if his fingers would lock
inextricably upon her throat, Poubalov dashed into the room, laid hold
of Dexter, wrenched him away from her, picked him up bodily, bore him
screaming across the chamber and threw him heavily upon a bed. Then he
placed his hand over the old man's mouth and looked around. Clara was
now held hard and fast by another man, and although Poubalov's eyes
glittered with a fierce light, he made no effort to interfere. Paul
Palovna appeared in the doorway, his weary face glowing with joy as he
looked upon his friend restored at last to the arms of her who loved
him.
After a moment Strobel raised his head, and Clara, still embracing him,
followed his eyes with her own, almost unbelieving that this meeting
was reality. She turned her gaze with Ivan's to where Poubalov sat on
the bed forcibly quieting the ravings of old Dexter.
"Miss Hilman," said the spy in his deepest tones, "you have been the
hardest adversary I ever encountered. Last evening you gave me two
alternatives of action. You told me to take you to your lover, or you
would pursue me relentlessly. You have made it a desperately hard task
for me, but to some extent at least I have succeeded in evading both
alternatives, and have, instead, brought your lover to you."
Clara turned her wondering eyes to Ivan's for confirmation and
explanation.
"It is true, dearest," he said. "We owe my deliverance to Poubalov, and
without his efforts I shudder to think what would have happened to me."
"Is it possible," asked Clara in a subdued voice, "that you have really
been trying to find Ivan all along?"
"Miss Hilman," replied Poubalov, "until this Monday morning I did not
know where Mr. Strobel was, and I had not the least suspicion of the
truth until late last Friday night."
"Let me sit down," said Clara faintly, "I cannot grasp it all. Tell me,
Ivan."
Ivan had conducted her to the chair wherein she had found Dexter a
prisoner, and at her last words Poubalov turned away his head with a
bitter smile. Not even yet would she trust him to speak the truth!
"We owe our separation," said Ivan, "to the villain who lies there
under Poubalov's hand and to him alone. To Poubalov we owe the
deliverance. This man Dexter, Clara, is a money lender of the most
outrageous type. Your uncle, to tide over a business depression,
borrowed nearly a hundred thousand dollars from him. This debt was
due to Dexter two days after what was to have been our wedding. I am
telling you what Poubalov learned after his suspicions were attracted
in the right direction. Tell her, my friend! You can do it better than
I."
"Miss Hilman will not believe me," replied Poubalov.
"Oh, but I will!" cried Clara starting from the chair impulsively as
she realized the situation. She went to the bed where the spy still sat
with his hand over Dexter's mouth, and held out her hand. "Won't you
forgive me?" she faltered; "I know I have cruelly misjudged you."
Poubalov raised her hand to his lips and was about to answer when
Dexter, the pressure removed from his mouth, scrambled to his knees,
clinging to the Russian for support, and screamed, "Pay me! pay
me! you're not married yet and you've got to pay me! I'll ruin Mat
Pembroke! Pay me! I'll----"
The old man choked, pawed with both palsied hands at his collar and
would have fallen from the bed if Poubalov had not turned hastily from
Clara and caught him. Clara shrank away, not terrified but shocked at
Dexter's appearance, while Palovna hurried across the room to lend a
hand.
"He is dying!" exclaimed Clara faintly.
"No, Miss Hilman, not dying," responded Poubalov quickly, "but he is
a very sick man. Thanks, Paul Palovna, but I can get on better with
him alone. You may go ahead of me, if you please, and try to find a
physician----"
"I saw a doctor's sign near the street corner," interrupted Palovna.
"Summon him at once, then," said Poubalov who was bearing old Dexter as
tenderly as a nurse might carry a sick child; "I will await you at the
door and," addressing Clara, "be with you here in a moment if you would
hear the hidden history of your troubles."
"Better here, sweetheart," whispered Strobel, "here where I passed my
week of death than in any other place!"
It was several minutes before Poubalov returned. He carried Dexter
not only to the door but through the street to the physician's house
where medical skill was promptly applied with a view to restoring the
miser's wreck of a body to something like life. If Dexter's course
had run tranquilly he might, perhaps, have lingered like a noxious
weed, for a long time upon the earth, but after the complex shocks
of disappointment, imprisonment and fear, he had thrown the total of
his nervous and physical energies into that mad attack upon Clara.
There remained, then, but the dregs of his vicious vitality, and these
sustained him less than the length of the night. He was still alive
but the end was plainly in sight when Poubalov left him to rejoin the
lovers.
"Miss Hilman," he said the moment he came in, "your judgment of me has
been marvellously correct. It is true that you have erred in detail
and believed me deceiving you when I was doing my utmost to put the
truth before you; but it is impossible for me to be straightforward.
Mr. Strobel has said that his deliverance is due to me; that is true,
but no credit is due me for generosity or nobility of conduct. What I
have done in the way of searching for him and restoring him to liberty,
has been done entirely in accordance with my nature. My desire to
appear well in your eyes might lead me to vain reflections on what my
nature might have been if the circumstances of my life had been other
than they were, but past circumstances cannot be changed and nothing
can palliate the fact that long practice as a detecter of stealthy
criminals has made me habitually devious in my methods."
"Mr. Poubalov," Clara began gently, but the Russian would not let her
utter the deprecating words that were on her lips.
"I could not change my methods," he said, "and moreover, there were
circumstances connected with this matter that made it impossible for me
to take you fully into my confidence. Don't you recall how I refused to
answer, or evaded your questions? I would not lie to you, and I could
not tell you the truth, for I was charged with a message from the czar
to Mr. Strobel and to none other could I give it, and not to him unless
I were satisfied of certain things, which, until Litizki's attempt upon
my life were in doubt."
"You must have suffered keenly," said Clara softly; "tell me all now if
you can."
"His imperial majesty, whom God preserve," resumed Poubalov, "saw fit
to effect a complete restoration of the estates of the Strobel family,
which had been confiscated on account of supposed treason, and to
recall all the members of the family from exile. There was but one
doubt in his august mind, and that related to your lover, Ivan. If he
were engaged in sending pernicious literature to Russia, or in any
other way fomenting the discontent that affects some of our people, the
decree of restoration could not issue. I came to America solely to
discover what Ivan Strobel was doing and thinking. I could not leave
the country until I had found him unless I chose to disregard the
wishes of my sovereign. Therefore, when he disappeared, I bent every
energy to finding him. It is the habit of men like Litizki to invest me
in their imaginations with extraordinary if not superhuman powers, and
it is a part of my policy to encourage their delusion. But I am only
an ordinary man, Miss Hilman, and in your hands I have proved to be as
weak as the weakest."
He paused and looked somberly at the floor.
"I have been sadly puzzled by this case," he continued after a moment
without raising his eyes; "nothing ever seemed so impenetrable a
mystery. I was sincere in thinking the Nihilists had had something to
do with it. After seeing you I was certain that no other woman could
have led Strobel away; but I went to New York for much the same reason
that you did, I suppose, hoping for some clew. I had about given up
the Nihilistic theory when Litizki's assault and some inquiries I made
shortly after, set that at rest completely. When Billings called at
your house I determined to track him. Why not tell you then about it?
Ask yourself if you would have believed me. You would have said that I
was already in league with Billings."
"I did think so," murmured Clara guiltily.
"And I presume you thought I was afraid to face him. Yes? Then you see
now that I had to operate alone. I was hiding in the shrubbery when
he left your house. It was dark, but you lingered at the gate and so
prevented me from leaving my place of concealment until Billings had
got so far away that I could not find him. But I had seen his face. I
readily saw that Litizki was following me that night and I purposely
gave him a chase in order to mask my real purpose.
"When we left the train in the Park Square Station after our return
from New York on Friday evening, I recognized Billings among those upon
the station platform. I left you abruptly to follow him. He waited
for the next New York train which followed us in directly, for we were
late, you remember, and there met the wretch whom you found imprisoned
here. I will not enter into the details of my all-night watching and
inquiring, but will confine myself to the results. First, to jump over
several steps, I found that Dexter was going to pack Billings off to
Europe, and I followed to the steamer, hoping for a chance to speak
with Billings, for I can usually worm or frighten secrets from guilty
men. Dexter stuck closely to him, however, and I returned from a trip
to Boston Light having seen both Billings and Litizki in the steerage."
"Litizki!" exclaimed Clara.
"Yes. By tracking Dexter and employing my usual methods, I got
acquainted with his man, Patterson. It was he who overcame Mr. Strobel
in the closed carriage a week ago to-day, and who left him there bound
and stupefied by a drug that he had forced down his throat while he
went through the Park Square Station to give color to the theory that
Dexter gave to the police that Strobel had gone to New York. Dexter at
first declared that he had seen Strobel buy his ticket, but later he
weakened on that point, saying he might have been mistaken. He had said
enough for Detective Bowker, however, and the police investigation was
pursued half heartedly.
"Well, I looked up Dexter's affairs and I found that he had a grip on
Mr. Pembroke."
"Don't tell me my uncle was guilty of----"
"No, Miss Hilman," interrupted Poubalov, "Mr. Pembroke had nothing to
do with the abduction of Mr. Strobel. Dexter is the one villain in the
case, and although Mr. Pembroke's conduct may be open to question in
one respect, criticism would be finical for I don't see how he could
have acted otherwise. I shall have to go back a long way now, but I
will be brief. Matthew Pembroke had a brother, Charles, and a sister,
Sophie. You, Miss Hilman, are her daughter. You know, of course, the
family difference and the occasion of it. Your mother married against
the wishes of your Uncle Charles, her elder brother and her guardian,
and when she was left a widow he declined to help her. Your Uncle
Matthew was kinder, and when she died he took you into his own home.
Charles was apparently relentless to the end, and there was never any
communication between you and him; but when he died, a short time ago,
it was found that he had remembered you in his will. Two days before
the wedding day Mr. Pembroke was notified that you were heiress to one
hundred thousand dollars if you were unmarried. The will provided that
in the event of your being a maiden, the entire sum was to be held by
Matthew Pembroke, and administered by him in your interest. If you were
married, twenty-five thousand dollars was to be set aside for you, and
the balance was to go to educational institutions specifically named.
"Mr. Pembroke was worrying about his obligation to Dexter, which he
could not meet, and in his fretting he mentioned this to Dexter. He
did not tell you at first, because he feared you might think you ought
to postpone your wedding, and he did not regard such etiquette as
necessary. Without saying a word to Pembroke, this wretch, Dexter,
plotted and effected the abduction, thus compelling you to remain
a maiden. The bequest was immediately available and he brought all
possible pressure to bear upon Mr. Pembroke to make use of it for
wiping out the debt. It was absolute ruin to him if he did not. Mr.
Pembroke suspected Dexter, but what could he do? He had nothing but
improbable conjecture to work upon, and Dexter applied the screws
mercilessly. They went to New York to make arrangements for collecting
the inheritance. While there they were both in terror lest you discover
the truth, for once at least you saw them with the man who could have
revealed the financial secret of the situation. You remember looking
in at the hotel entrance and seeing Dexter, your uncle and a third man
walking in the corridor? The third man was the executor of your Uncle
Charles' estate, and Dexter walked him out of your sight as quickly as
possible, lest troublesome questions should be asked.
"It all came down to this, at last, that with your signature to-day to
a document that the executors of the estate had prepared, and which
you would have signed readily at your uncle's request, the money
would have been turned over. The document came in the first mail, but
Dexter did not turn up, and Mr. Pembroke could not find him. That was
because, shortly after breakfast, I came here and found the villain,
at last, giving Strobel sufficient nourishment to keep him alive. I
bound him to the chair, but didn't release Strobel at the moment. After
a mental struggle that I will not describe, I had determined to take
him to you, Miss Hilman, and I was too proud to permit my plans to be
balked. Moreover, I believed your uncle guilty, and I was determined
that everybody who had been concerned in making you unhappy, should
suffer the most extreme tortures that I could inflict. I had already
bought and frightened Patterson. It was through him that I discovered
this place, a hotel Dexter had seized for debt. After I had succeeded
in eluding your pursuit this morning, I attacked Mr. Pembroke. I spent
nearly the whole afternoon with him, and, to be brief, I got the story
from him and drove him to the verge of insanity. He does not know yet
what happened to Strobel, although he is aware that he is safe.
"Having thus punished Mr. Pembroke, unjustly I will admit, to some
extent, I came here and took away Strobel. He was very weak and
suffering from the drug which had frequently been administered to
him with his food. I am familiar with such matters, and I had in my
room an antidote. By your attempted pursuit of me you had prevented
me from going there to get it, so I had to take Strobel with me to
Bulfinch Place before restoring him to you. We had a little scene at
the lodging-house----" Poubalov paused here and glanced with a smile at
Palovna.
"Is it any wonder, Alexander Poubalov?" cried Palovna, flushing; "I
regarded you as our enemy, and when I saw you with Strobel helpless in
your possession, my worst suspicions were confirmed. I----"
"You could have shot me with a clear conscience! I understand and I
understood then. You are a loyal friend, Paul Palovna, and I owe you
my life, not on this occasion, perhaps, but at that other time--no
matter! The past is past and things are as they are! The short of it
is, Miss Hilman, that we satisfied Palovna that matters were not as bad
as they looked, and, as you see, he came along with us. We went to Mr.
Pembroke's. As you were not there, we came directly here. And that, I
think, is the whole story."
Clara was weeping silently, and Ivan stood with his arm around her.
There was a moment of silence, and then the party was disturbed by
a hubbub in the hall below. It proved to be nothing serious. Mike
had been ordered by his employer to return. He, too, had called at
Mr. Pembroke's and so found his way to the tavern, and coming upon
Patterson he had proceeded to thump him. Poubalov separated the
antagonists, and went back to the chamber with the candle. The others
stood under the porch, for the front door had been opened by Patterson,
until he returned.
"If there is anything more to be said," he remarked, "we'd better go to
Mr. Pembroke's."
Poubalov did not remain long with the lovers whom he had reunited.
The supreme will of his imperial majesty, he gravely declared, would
not permit of his lingering a moment after the accomplishment of his
mission. It would give him profound pleasure to report that Mr. Strobel
was too firmly attached to America to feel, much less commit hostility
to the empire of the czar. And so he took his leave, Clara alone
realizing that all well-meant efforts to detain him were calculated to
give him needless pain.
Mr. Pembroke recovered rapidly under the relief occasioned by the
reappearance of Ivan, for whose absence he felt vaguely accountable.
With the death of Dexter the business pressure was so far relieved that
he could see his way clear from the trouble, for all he had needed was
the time to turn in that the wretched miser would not grant.
But little time was allowed to elapse before the strange interlude in
Clara's wedding was brought to an end. A few days after the ceremony
Ivan read a brief cable dispatch announcing the arrival of the
Cephalonia at Queenstown.
"A steerage passenger," it said, "traveling as Nicolaievitch, but known
to be one Litizki, of Boston, jumped from the rail and was drowned
shortly after the steamer sighted the Irish coast."
"Poor Litizki!" thought Ivan, "he died for us," and he cut the item out
to show to his wife if at some time she should ask whether anything had
been heard of the little tailor.
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Transcriber's note:
This book was published as part of Street & Smith's Criterion series;
it appears to be a retitled reprint of the British publication _A
Wedding, but Rather Late_.
Normalized inconsistent accent in "coupé" (was omitted in many places).
Retained some inconsistent spellings (e.g. sombre vs. somber).
Retained some inconsistent hyphenation (e.g. scrubwoman vs.
scrub-woman).
Replaced some obvious missing punctuation (periods and commas) that may
have been omitted from the original edition or may have simply been
obscured in scans of this particular copy.
The misplaced text "Mrs. White was prompt in responding to the
summons," was relocated from the end of page 9 to the beginning of page
8.
Page 9, corrected typographical error "indeeed" in "indeed glad."
Page 17, corrected typographical error "imagin" in "I can't imagine."
Page 19, corrected typographical error "keeing" in "keeping him away."
Page 21, changed '?' to ?" after "what we have done?"
Page 22, corrected typographical error "to-morow" in "to-morrow morning."
Page 25, removed superfluous quote after "some degree of composure."
Page 31, corrected typographical error "disppearance" in "disappearance
of Ivan Strobel."
Page 32, corrected typographical error "nam's" in "missing man's
employers."
Page 35, corrected typographical error "relpy" in "she could reply" and
"memonic" in "significant mnemonic."
Page 37, changed "his" to "this" in "reporter of this paper."
Page 38, added missing "s" to "chose elopement."
Page 40, corrected typographical error "destoy" in "destroy young men."
Page 43, corrected typographical error "conclusons" in "her conclusions."
Page 48, corrected typographical error "indivdual" in "as an individual."
Page 52, changed "sad Poubalov" to "said Poubalov" after "very glad to
hear this." Also changed "Clara hear the outside door" to "Clara heard
the outside door."
Page 55, changed "inuendoes" to "innuendoes," "semed" to "seemed"
("seemed the solution") and "whereabout" to "whereabouts."
Page 56, corrected typographical error "fulll" in "full of excitement."
Corrected typographical error "delcared" in "declared positively."
Page 59, changed "but she that knew that she" to "but she knew that
she."
Page 61, changed "a" to "at" in "looking at him with blazing eyes."
Page 65, changed "that her Cousin" to "than her Cousin." Also changed
"Lizzie White's fight" to "Lizzie White's flight."
Page 73, corrected double "enter" in "did not enter here." Changed
"Poubavol to "Poubalov" before "I sought him not."
Page 92, corrected typographical error "woud" in "he would find."
Page 95, changed "elasped" to "elapsed" in first line of chapter XII.
Page 105, corrected typographical error "someobdy" in "must have been
somebody." Corrected typographical error "Poublaov" in "revolved around
Poubalov."
Page 112, corrected typographical error "darnkess" in "in the darkness."
Changed "you" to "your" in "on your guard."
Page 114, added missing "no" to "had no need to disarm me of suspicion."
Page 115, added missing quote after "I don't know."
Page 117, removed stray quote after "careful, Mrs. White?" Corrected
typographical error "doubtfuly" in "however doubtfully."
Page 125, changed "with are you" to "are with you."
Page 134, changed "prologing" to "prolonging."
Page 137, corrected typographical error "Poulabov" in "so long as
Poubalov remains."
Page 140, corrected typographical error "immediatley" in "the seat
immediately."
Page 146, corrected typographical error "mutterd" in "muttered
Vargovitch."
Page 152, changed "reache this office" to "reached this office."
Page 157, corrected typographical error "noobdy" in "nobody heard."
Page 160, changed "' to " after "Ralph would."
Page 164, changed "asssistance" to "assistance."
Page 168, corrected typographical error "Pouablov's" in "Poubalov's
windows."
Page 170, corrected typographical error "Pouablov" in "heard Poubalov
enter."
Page 182, changed "a swell" to "as well."
Page 186, removed superfluous apostrophe before "an'" in "he done it,
an'."
Page 191, changed "Poubaolv" to "Poubalov" before "still aiming." Corrected
typographical error "returnd" in "returned Paul, significantly."
Page 193, corrected typographical error "unforunate" in "unfortunate
Litizki."
Page 197, changed "made it impossble" to "made it impossible."
Page 203, corrected typographical error "stret" in "all along the street."
Page 204, added missing comma after "to be a fight."
Page 205, changed "vehicle," to "vehicles" in "vehicles were too close."
Page 209, corrected typographical error "entirly" in "entirely different."
Page 210, changed "Cara" to "Clara" in "When Clara understood."
Page 212, changed "earnesly" to "earnestly."
Page 231, changed "could have lead" to "could have led."
Page 232, changed "weakend" to "weakened."
Page 233, changed "You Uncle Matthew" to "Your Uncle Matthew."
Page 234, changed "discoverd this placee" to "discovered this place."