CHAPTER XXII.

This resolution, the last they had come to, was a very strange one

indeed, because they knew perfectly well that Nosdrieff was a professed

story-teller, and it was impossible to believe a word of what he said,

and that he could in no way be depended upon even in the merest trifle;

nevertheless, and perhaps for that very reason, they rushed away to

have recourse to him. Humanity is strange indeed! Many a man doubts

Providence, but believes steadfastly that if the bridge of his nose

itches, he is sure to die soon; he will leave unnoticed the creation

of a genius, dear as noon-day, full of consistencies, perfect in its

simplicity and truth, to throw himself upon the humbug invented or

advanced by a charlatan, and believe and trust in it blindly, and

exclaim at the same time, "This is the real representative of the

secrets of the heart!" or, having never paid in his life a copek to a

physician, he will in the extremest case apply to an old woman-quack,

who cures with simples and incantations like a witch, or who boils down

some drugs, which, heaven knows why, he fancies to be the very remedy

for his complaint.

Of course, and in some degree the imperial _employés_ might in many

respects be excused, for they really were in one of the most unpleasant

and embarrassing positions, as regarded their character and reputation.

The drowning man, it is said, catches even at a straw, because at the

time of his danger he has not the faculty of judging that a fly only

could perhaps save its life on a straw, and that, as for himself, he

weighed at least his twelve to sixteen stone, if not more; however,

this reflection seems not to occur to the drowning man, and for that

reason he catches at a straw.

Thus it was also with our gentlemen assembled; they at last resolved

on catching at Nosdrieff. The Commissioner of Police dropped him

a line instantly, inviting him to pass the evening with them, and

his assistant courier in his long top-boots and rosy cheeks, rushed

immediately out into the street, to take the message to Nosdrieff.

Nosdrieff was engaged on very important business; for four consecutive

days he had not left his room; he permitted no one to quit the house,

and received his dinner through the window; in a word, he had grown

feeble and emaciated.

His business demanded the most persevering attention; it consisted in

the selection of from more than ten dozen packs of cards, of one select

pack, upon which he might be able to depend as upon his most intimate

friend. The work he had before him was sufficient to last him yet for

two weeks longer; for the course of this time, Porphir had received

instructions to take particular care of the young dog, and to wash him

three times a day with a peculiar brush and plenty of soap.

Nosdrieff was very angry indeed that any one should have come to

disturb his solitude; at first he refused to listen at all to the

Commissioner's messenger, but when he read the P.S. which informed

him, that it was more than likely that the evening party would be

attended by a novice, and that there would be a little gambling, he

dressed himself immediately, and left his solitude to comply with the

invitation.

The appearance, testimony, and suppositions of Nosdrieff presented

such contradictory evidence that the gentlemen of the council were

completely thrown out of their latest conclusion on the subject of

their important investigations. Nosdrieff was one of those men for

whom suppositions and doubts did not exist, and whatever extent of

indecision and timidity was perceptible in their conjectures, it was

met by him with as much perseverance and conviction, and he answered

every one of their inquiries without stammering even once, nor feeling

in the least embarrassed.

He affirmed that Tchichikoff had bought dead serfs for a considerable

amount, and that he himself had sold him some, because he could not see

any harm in doing so. Upon the question, whether he did not believe him

to be a spy sent from St. Petersburgh to collect secret information

regarding the administration of Smolensk, Nosdrieff answered, that he

was confident that his friend Tchichikoff was a spy in the pay of

the government, because, said he, when we were school-fellows we used

to call him the _fiscal_, but at the same time, he got many a sound

thrashing for it from us, and from myself in particular.

"I now remember a circumstance when we had so very much ill-used him

that he was obliged to go home, and have immediately two hundred and

forty leeches applied to his temples"--that is to say, he intended to

make it forty, but the two hundred additional slipped from his tongue

in spite of himself.

When he was asked whether he did not think that Tchichikoff was the

manufacturer of false bank notes, he answered in the affirmative, and

at the same time told them an anecdote of the great cleverness of

Tchichikoff, saying, that it once so happened that he, Tchichikoff,

being positively traced as the imitator of bank notes, and that he had

about two millions worth in his possession, his house was immediately

surrounded by a detachment of soldiers, each of the doors being sealed

and guarded by two men, but during the same night Tchichikoff managed

to change the two millions worth of spurious notes into genuine

imperial bank bills.

To the direct question, whether Tchichikoff had really the intention

of carrying out his elopement with the Governor-General's daughter,

and whether it was true that he had undertaken to assist them in

their flight, Nosdrieff replied, that he must confess, that he had

particularly helped and assisted him, and that without him, they would

not have had the least chance of success.

Here he perceived, but too late, that he had compromised himself by

this statement, without, however, being able to stop the fluency of

the tongue. However, it was also difficult to stop his talkativeness,

because the subject in itself was one that presented so many

interesting incidents, and he could not resist the temptation of

inventing them; he even gave the name of the particular village, where

the church stood on a hill surrounded by a small wood, through which

they had to pass in order to proceed to the nuptial ceremony, the name

of the pope who had to wed them before the altar, was father Sidor;

for his services and discretion he was to receive a hundred roubles,

but he at first declined to accede to their request, but that he,

Nosdrieff, reminded the holy father that he had married lately his

peasant Michael to his cousin, Katinka, and which was an act contrary

to the laws of the Greek church, and that if he refused to marry his

friend and his lovely bride, he would at once inform against him, that

he had put at their disposal his own carriage and horses, and that he

had gone on horseback, from station to station to provide re-lay horses

for the fugitives. He went even so far in his particulars as regarded

the elopement, that he begun to call out the names of every one of the

yamtschicks who drove the carriage.

The Imperial men remained now in a worse position than they were in

the beginning of their investigations, and the meeting was broken up,

after they had fully agreed upon the fact, it was impossible to them to

discover who Tchichikoff was.

All these reports, conjectures and gossips on account of Tchichikoff

had, for some incomprehensible reasons, had the most fatal effect upon

the constitution of the poor Imperial Procurator. They had acted upon

him to such a degree, that he, on his return home from the meeting,

from some cause or another fell down and was found to be dead. Whether

it was a paralytic stroke or any other that put a term to his

existence is difficult to say, but the fact is, that when he sat down

upon his chair, he had done so to rise no more.

But this is incredible, altogether inconsistent! it is impossible that

the Imperial _employés_ could so foolishly alarm themselves; imagine

all such nonsense, thus deviate from the truth, when even a child could

comprehend the matter. Thus will many of our readers think and reproach

us with having advanced an incredible occurrence, or call the imperial

_employés_ stupid fellows, because men are liberal in words like, fool

and ass, and are ready and willing to apply them even twenty times a

day, if their fellow creatures give them but a chance.

It is very easy for a reader to pass a judgment, considering that

he has the whole plot before him, and is seated in his snug corner,

occupying thus a perfectly independent position, from which he has the

whole horizon at a glance before him, and sees, as it were, what is

going on below him, where the creeping men see but that which is close

before them.

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