The Secret of the Night

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Гастон Леру. The Secret of the Night

I. GAYETY AND DYNAMITE

II. NATACHA

III. THE WATCH

IV. “THE YOUTH OF MOSCOW IS DEAD”

V. BY ROULETABILLE’S ORDER THE GENERAL PROMENADES

VI. THE MYSTERIOUS HAND

VII. ARSENATE OF SODA

VIII. THE LITTLE CHAPEL OF THE GUARDS

IX. ANNOUCHKA

X. A DRAMA IN THE NIGHT

XI. THE POISON CONTINUES

XII. PERE ALEXIS

XIII. THE LIVING BOMBS

XIV. THE MARSHES

XV. “I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU”

XVI. BEFORE THE REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL

XVII. THE LAST CRAVAT

XVIII. A SINGULAR EXPERIENCE

XIX. THE TSAR

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In the dining-room it was Thaddeus Tchnichnikoff’s turn to tell hunting stories. He was the greatest timber-merchant in Lithuania. He owned immense forests and he loved Feodor Feodorovitch2 as a brother, for they had played together all through their childhood, and once he had saved him from a bear that was just about to crush his skull as one might knock off a hat. General Trebassof’s father was governor of Courlande at that time, by the grace of God and the Little Father. Thaddeus, who was just thirteen years old, killed the bear with a single stroke of his boar-spear, and just in time. Close ties were knit between the two families by this occurrence, and though Thaddeus was neither noble-born nor a soldier, Feodor considered him his brother and felt toward him as such. Now Thaddeus had become the greatest timber-merchant of the western provinces, with his own forests and also with his massive body, his fat, oily face, his bull-neck and his ample paunch. He quitted everything at once—all his affairs, his family—as soon as he learned of the first attack, to come and remain by the side of his dear comrade Feodor. He had done this after each attack, without forgetting one. He was a faithful friend. But he fretted because they might not go bear-hunting as in their youth. ‘Where, he would ask, are there any bears remaining in Courlande, or trees for that matter, what you could call trees, growing since the days of the grand-dukes of Lithuania, giant trees that threw their shade right up to the very edge of the towns? Where were such things nowadays? Thaddeus was very amusing, for it was he, certainly, who had cut them away tranquilly enough and watched them vanish in locomotive smoke. It was what was called Progress. Ah, hunting lost its national character assuredly with tiny new-growth trees which had not had time to grow. And, besides, one nowadays had not time for hunting. All the big game was so far away. Lucky enough if one seized the time to bring down a brace of woodcock early in the morning. At this point in Thaddeus’s conversation there was a babble of talk among the convivial gentlemen, for they had all the time in the world at their disposal and could not see why he should be so concerned about snatching a little while at morning or evening, or at midday for that matter. Champagne was flowing like a river when Rouletabille was brought in by Matrena Petrovna. The general, whose eyes had been on the door for some time, cried at once, as though responding to a cue:

“Ah, my dear Rouletabille! I have been looking for you. Our friends wrote me you were coming to St. Petersburg.”

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General Trebassof, who had steadily watched Rouletabille, who, for that matter, had been kept in eye by everyone there, said:

“I find you very brave,” said Rouletabille quietly.

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