The Governor, however, became so deeply interested that he momentarily
forgot his caution, unlocked a door, and took Lermontoff into a room
which he saw was the armory and ammunition store-house of the prison.
On the floor of this chamber the Governor pointed out a large battery
of accumulators, and asked what they were for. Lermontoff explained the
purposes of the battery, meanwhile examining it thoroughly, and finding
that many of the cells had been all but ruined in transit, through the
falling away of the composition in the grids. Something like half of the
accumulators, however, were intact and workable; these he uncoupled and
brought into the dynamo room, where he showed the Governor the process
of charging. He saw in the store room a box containing incandescent
lamps, coils of silk-covered wire and other material that made his eyes
glisten with delight. He spoke in German.
“If you will give me a coil of this wire, one or two of the lamps, and
an accumulator, or indeed half a dozen of them, I will trouble you no
more for candles.”
The Governor did not reply at the moment, but a short time after asked
Lermontoff in Russian how long it would be before the accumulators were
charged. Lermontoff stated the time, and the Governor told the gaoler
to bring the prisoner from the cell at that hour, and so dismissed his
instructor.
One feature of this interview which pleased Lermontoff was that however
much the Governor became absorbed in these lessons, he never allowed
himself to remain alone with his prisoner. It was evident that in his
cooler moments the Governor had instructed the gaoler and his assistant
to keep ever at the heels of the Prince and always on the alert. Two
huge revolvers were thrust underneath the belt of the gaoler, and the
lantern-holder, was similarly armed. Lermontoff was pleased with this,
for if the Governor had trusted him entirely, even though he demanded no
verbal parole, it would have gone against his grain to strike down the
chief as he ruthlessly intended to do when the time was ripe for it, and
in any case, he told himself, no matter how friendly the Governor might
be, he had the misfortune to stand between his prisoner and liberty.
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