Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
It could
not be about himself. He had been surprised and annoyed at a move quite
unforeseen and premature. I may even say he had been furious. He was
accustomed to arrange the last scene of his betrayals with a deep, subtle
art which left his revolutionist reputation untouched. But it seems clear
to me that at the same time he had resolved to make the best of it, to
keep his mask resolutely on. It was only with the discovery of her being
in the house that everything—the forced calm, the restraint of his
fanaticism, the mask—all came off together in a kind of panic. Why
panic, do you ask? The answer is very simple. He remembered—or, I
dare say, he had never forgotten—the Professor alone at the top of
the house, pursuing his researches, surrounded by tins upon tins of
Stone’s Dried Soup. There was enough in some few of them to bury us all
where we stood under a heap of bricks. Sevrin, of course, was aware of
that. And we must believe, also, that he knew the exact character of the
man. He had gauged so many such characters! Or perhaps he only gave the
Professor credit for what he himself was capable of. But, in any case, the
effect was produced. And suddenly he raised his voice in authority.
</p>
<p>
“‘Get the lady away at once.’
</p>
<p>
“It turned out that he was as hoarse as a crow; result, no doubt, of the
intense emotion. It passed off in a moment. But these fateful words issued
forth from his contracted throat in a discordant, ridiculous croak. They
required no answer. The thing was done. However, the man personating the
inspector judged it expedient to say roughly:
</p>
<p>
“‘She shall go soon enough, together with the rest of you.’
</p>
<p>
“These were the last words belonging to the comedy part of this affair.
</p>
<p>
“Oblivious of everything and everybody, Sevrin strode towards him and
seized the lapels of his coat. Under his thin bluish cheeks one could see
his jaws working with passion.
</p>
<p>
“‘You have men posted outside. Get the lady taken home at once. Do you
hear? Now. Before you try to get hold of the man upstairs.’
</p>
<p>
“‘Oh! There is a man upstairs,’ scoffed the other, openly. ‘Well, he shall
be brought down in time to see the end of this.’
</p>
<p>
“But Sevrin, beside himself, took no heed of the tone.
</p>
<p>
“‘Who’s the imbecile meddler who sent you blundering here? Didn’t you
understand your instructions? Don’t you know anything? It’s incredible.
Here—’
</p>
<p>
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account