Prokop was waiting for all sorts of things to happen as a result of
the night’s activity; nothing took place, except that he found himself
followed about by the man with the pipe—the one being whom Prokop for
some reason or other feared. This person bore the name of Holz—a name
which was very expressive of his quiet and observant nature. Wherever
Prokop went, Holz was five paces behind him. This drove him nearly mad
and he tormented his attendant for a whole day in the most refined
manner, running hither and thither up and down a short path and waiting
fifty and a hundred times for Mr. Holz to get tired of turning face about
every few steps. Mr. Holz, however, did not get tired. Then Prokop took
to flight and ran three times round the whole park. Mr. Holz silently
followed him without even taking his pipe out of his mouth, while Prokop
became completely out of breath.
Mr. Carson did not show himself that day. Evidently he was too angry.
Towards evening Prokop collected himself and went to his laboratory,
accompanied, of course, by his silent shadow. Once in the laboratory,
he wanted to lock himself in; but Mr. Holz stuck his foot in the door
and came in with him. And, since an arm-chair had been provided in the
hall, it was evident that Mr. Holz would remain there. Well, good. Prokop
busied himself with some secret business while Mr. Holz coughed shortly
and dryly in the hall. About two hours before dawn Prokop sprinkled some
sort of fabric with petroleum, lit it and dashed outside as fast as he
was able. Mr. Holz instantly sprang out of the arm-chair and followed
him. When they were a hundred yards away from the building Prokop threw
himself into a ditch with his face on the ground; Mr. Holz remained
standing over him and began to light his pipe. Prokop raised his head,
and was about to say something to him, but stopped on remembering that
conversation with Holz was forbidden on principle. Instead he stretched
out his hand and pulled his legs from under him. “Look out!” he roared,
and at that moment there was an explosion in the shed and fragments of
stone and glass whistled over their heads. Prokop stood up, cleaned
himself more or less and quickly, and ran off, followed by Mr. Holz. At
the same moment there appeared the guard and a fire engine.
This was the first warning addressed to Mr. Carson. If he didn’t come and
negotiate now, worse things would happen.
Mr. Carson did not come; instead there arrived a new pass for another
experimental laboratory. Prokop was furious. All right, he said to
himself, this time he would show them what he could do. He ran off to his
new laboratory, reflecting on the form which his protest would take. He
decided for explosive potash, ignited by water. But, arrived at the new
laboratory, he found himself helpless. That Carson was a devil!
Adjacent to the laboratory were the quarters of the factory guard. In
the garden a good dozen children were playing about in the dirt, and
a young mother was endeavouring to appease a little red-faced creature
that was yelling vigorously. On seeing Prokop’s irate visage it suddenly
stopped. “Good-evening,” muttered Prokop, and wandered back with his
fists clenched. Mr. Holz followed him five paces behind.
On the way to the castle he ran into the Princess on horseback
accompanied by a whole cavalcade of officers. He would have turned off
down a side path, but the Princess in a flash had ridden up to him. “If
you would like to ride,” she said quickly, and her dark face flushed,
“Premier is at your disposition.”
Prokop edged away from the careering Whirlwind. He had never been on a
horse in his life, but would not have admitted this for anything in the
world. “Thank you,” he said, “but there is no need ... to sweeten ... my
imprisonment.”
The Princess frowned. It was certainly out of place to refer to the
matter so directly in speaking to her; however, she controlled herself
and, suavely combining a reproach and an invitation, answered: “I beg you
not to forget that at the castle you are my guest.”
“That doesn’t matter to me,” mumbled Prokop obstinately, watching every
movement of the nervous horse.
The Princess, irritated, made a movement with her foot; Whirlwind snorted
and began to rear. “Don’t be frightened of him,” Willy threw out with a
smile.
Prokop, furious, struck the horse a blow on the muzzle; the Princess
raised her whip as if she wished to slash at his hand. All the blood
rushed to Prokop’s head. “Look out,” he said through his teeth, his
bloodshot eyes fixed on the Princess’s flashing ones. But at this point
the officers became aware of the unfortunate incident, and cantered up to
the Princess. “Hallo, what’s up?” cried the one who was riding in front
on a black mare and made straight for Prokop. Prokop saw the horse’s head
above him, seized hold of the bridle, and with all his force dragged
it aside. The horse screamed with pain and reared up on its hind legs,
while the officer flew into the arms of the tranquil Mr. Holz. Two sabres
flashed in the sun; but quickly the Princess placed Whirlwind between
Prokop and the officers. “Stop!” she ordered, “he is my guest!” and,
giving Prokop a black look, she added: “Incidentally he is afraid of
horses. Let me introduce you to one another. Lieutenant Rohlauf. Engineer
Prokop. Prince Suwalski. Von Graun. The affair is settled, eh? When
Rohlauf has mounted again we will go. Premier is at your disposition,
sir. And please remember that here you are a guest. _Au revoir!_” The
whips swished through the air, Whirlwind twisted round, and the cavalcade
disappeared round the corner of the road. Only Mr. Rohlauf pranced round
Prokop on his horse, fixing him with angry eyes, saying finally in a
voice choked with anger: “You shall give me satisfaction, sir.”
Prokop swung round on his heel, returned to his room, and locked himself
in. Two hours later a message was carried by the fragile Paul from the
guest’s suite to the management. Immediately Mr. Carson ran to Prokop
with a severe expression on his face; with a commanding gesture he pushed
back Mr. Holz, who was quietly dreaming in an arm-chair outside the room,
and went inside.
Mr. Holz took a seat in front of the castle and lit his pipe. From within
there came a terrible roar, but Mr. Holz paid no attention to it; his
pipe was not drawing properly. He unscrewed the stem, and in an expert
manner cleaned it with a stalk of grass. From the guest’s suite could be
heard the growling of two tigers whose teeth were fixed in one another;
both roared, there was a sound of furniture being overturned, a moment
of silence, and then a frightful cry from Prokop. People appeared from
the garden; but Mr. Holz waved them away, and continued to occupy himself
with his pipe. The uproar inside increased, both tigers roared still
louder and threw themselves on one another in fury. Mr. Paul ran out of
the castle as white as a sheet, lifting his terrified eyes to heaven. At
that moment the Princess cantered up with her escort. When she heard the
unholy turmoil in the guest’s wing of the castle she smiled nervously,
and quite unnecessarily gave Whirlwind a cut with the whip. Then the
noise quieted down a little; one could hear the thundering of Prokop,
who was threatening something and striking the table with his fist.
Interspersed with this came the sound of a sharp voice which threatened
and commanded. Prokop shouted passionate protests; but the sharp voice
answered quietly and decidedly.
“By what right?” cried Prokop’s voice. The authoritative voice
explained something with quiet and terrible emphasis. “But in that
case, you understand, you’ll all go up in the air,” roared Prokop,
and the uproar again became so terrific that Mr. Holz suddenly stuck
his pipe in his pocket and ran into the castle. But again all became
quiet. Only the sharp voice gave orders and enunciated clear phrases,
to the accompaniment of a dark and threatening murmur; it was as if
the conditions of an armistice were being dictated. Twice more there
resounded Prokop’s frightful roar; but the sharp voice remained calm,
apparently sure of its victory.
An hour and a half later Mr. Carson burst out of Prokop’s room, purple
and covered with sweat, snorting and sombre, and hurried round to the
Princess’s apartments. Ten minutes afterwards Mr. Paul, trembling with
respect, announced to Prokop, who was gnawing at his fingers in his room:
“Her Excellence.”
The Princess entered in evening dress, deathly pale, her eyebrows drawn
with anxiety. Prokop came forward to meet her, and wished, apparently,
to say something; but the Princess stopped him with a movement of her
hand that was full of command and protest, and said in a strangled
voice: “I’ve come ... sir, to apologize to you for striking at you. I am
infinitely sorry that it happened.”
Prokop flushed, and again wished to say something, but the Princess
continued: “Lieutenant Rohlauf is leaving to-day. The Prince begs you to
join us at dinner occasionally. Please forget the incident. _Au revoir._”
She quickly gave him her hand; Prokop touched the ends of her fingers.
They were cold, and as if dead.