The door was again locked and bolted, but before Lermontoff had finished
his soup, and bread and cheese, it was opened again. The gaoler placed
a tin basin, similar to the former one, on the ledge, put a candle and a
candle-stick on the table, and a tin cup beside them.
“I thought there was no part of Russia where bribery was extinct,” said
the Prince to himself, as the door closed again for the night.
After supper Lermontoff again shined his table, stood upon it, lit his
candle, and resumed his tunnelling, working hard until after midnight.
His progress was deplorably slow, and the spraying of the rock proved
about as tiring a task as ever he had undertaken. His second basin-full
of solution was made a little stronger, but without perceptible
improvement, in its effect. On ceasing operations for the night he
found himself in a situation common to few prisoners, that of being
embarrassed with riches. He possessed two basins, and one of them must
be concealed. Of course he might leave his working basin in the upper
tunnel where it had rested when the gaoler had brought in his supper,
but he realized that at any moment the lantern’s rays might strike its
shining surface, and so bring on an investigation of the upper tunnel,
certain to prove the destruction of his whole scheme. A few minutes
thought, however, solved the problem admirably: he placed the basin face
downwards in the rapid stream which swept it to the iron bars between
the two cells, and there it lay quite concealed with the swift water
rippling over it. This done, he flung off his clothes, and got into
bed, not awakening until the gaoler and his assistant brought in bread,
cheese and coffee for breakfast.
The next day he began to feel the inconveniences of the Governor’s
friendship, and wished he were safely back to the time when one loaf
lasted four days, for if such were now the case, he would be free of the
constant state of tension which the ever-recurring visits of the gaoler
caused. He feared that some day he might become so absorbed in his
occupation that he would not hear the withdrawing of the bolt, and thus,
as it were, be caught in the act.
Shortly after lunch the Governor sent for him, and asked many questions
pertaining to the running of the dynamo. Lermontoff concealed his
impatience, and set about his instructions with exemplary earnestness.
Russian text books on electricity at hand were of the most rudimentary
description, and although the Governor could speak German he could not
read it, so the two volumes he possessed in that language were closed
to him. Therefore John was compelled to begin at the very A B C of the
science.
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