To the edge of the stream he drew the table, and, mounting it, examined
the upper orifice through which the water escaped when the cell was
full. He found he could stand on the table and work in comfort until
he had excavated sufficient rock to allow him to clamber into the upper
tunnel and so continue his operations. The water he used would flow
through the tunnel, and down to the main stream in the next cell. All
he had to do was to dissolve a semi-circular hole in the rock that would
bend round the end of those steel bars, and enter the tunnel again on
the other side. Eager to be at work, he took the full basin, shoved it
far along the tunnel until it was stopped by the bars, then, placing his
candle beside it, and standing on the table, he began operations.
The limestone, under the influence of the spray, dissolved very slowly,
and by the time the basin of water was exhausted, all the effect
visible under the light of the candle was an exceedingly slight circular
impression which was barely visible to the naked eye.
“I must make the solution stronger, I think,” he said, grievously
disappointed at the outcome of his labors, and as he looked at it he
heard the clank of the withdrawing bolts. Blowing out the candle he
sprang to the floor of the cell, picked up the table, set it down in
the center of the room, groped for the chair, and sat down, his heart
palpitating wildly at the fear of discovery.
Followed as usual by the man with the lantern, the gaoler came in,
carrying a bowl of hot steaming soup, which he placed on the table,
then he took from his pocket a spoon, a small hunk of black bread, and
a piece of cheese. In the light of the lantern Lermontoff consulted his
watch, and found it was six o’clock. The gaoler took the lantern from
his assistant, held it high, and looked round the room, while Lermontoff
gazed at him in anxiety, wondering whether that brutal looking official
suspected anything. Apparently he did not, but merely wished to satisfy
himself that everything was in order, for he said more mildly than he
had hitherto spoken:
“It is a long time since any one occupied this cell.”
Then his eye rested on the vacant corner shelf.
“Ah, Excellency,” he continued, “pardon me, I have forgotten. I must
bring you a basin.”
“I’d rather you brought me a candle,” said Lermontoff nonchalantly,
although his lips were dry, and he moistened them as he spoke; then,
to learn whether money was valueless on the rock, as the Governor had
intimated, he drew from his pocket one of the remaining gold pieces,
glad that he happened to have so many, and slipped it into the palm of
the gaoler’s hand, whose fingers clutched it as eagerly as if he were in
St. Petersburg.
“I think a candle can be managed, Excellency. Shall I bring a cup?”
“I wish you would.”
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