She disappeared after the man of the false astrakhan.  A few moments afterwards she returned.  She appeared even more agitated.

“I beg your pardon,” she murmured, “but I cannot let them go like this.  They are much chagrined.  They have insisted on knowing where they have failed in their service.  I have appeased them with money.”

“Yes, and tell me the whole truth, madame.  You have directed them not to go far away, but to remain near the villa so as to watch it as closely as possible.”

She reddened.

“It is true.  But they have gone, nevertheless.  They had to obey you.  What can that paper be you have shown them?”

Rouletabille drew out again the billet covered with seals and signs and cabalistics that he did not understand.  Madame Trebassof translated it aloud:  “Order to all officials in surveillance of the Villa Trebassof to obey the bearer absolutely.  Signed:  Koupriane.”

“Is it possible!” murmured Matrena Petrovna.  “But Koupriane would never have given you this paper if he had imagined that you would use it to dismiss his agents.”

“Evidently.  I have not asked him his advice, madame, you may be sure.  But I will see him to-morrow and he will understand.”

“Meanwhile, who is going to watch over him?” cried she.

Rouletabille took her hands again.  He saw her suffering, a prey to anguish almost prostrating.  He pitied her.  He wished to give her immediate confidence.

“We will,” he said.

She saw his young, clear eyes, so deep, so intelligent, the well-formed young head, the willing face, all his young ardency for her, and it reassured her.  Rouletabille waited for what she might say.  She said nothing.  She took him in her arms and embraced him.

II

NATACHA

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 Feodorovitch* 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