第40章

Feodor Feodorovitch was in charming humor.It was his first good night since the death of the youth of Moscow.He attributed it to his not having touched the narcotic and resolved, once more, to give up the narcotic, a resolve Rouletabille and Matrena encouraged.

During the conversation there was a knock at the door of Matrena's chamber.She ran to see who was there, and returned with Natacha, who wished to embrace her father.Her face showed traces of fatigue.Certainly she had not passed as good a night as her father, and the general reproached her for looking so downcast.

"It is true.I had dreadful dreams.But you, papa, did you sleep well? Did you take your narcotic?""No, no, I have not touched a drop of my potion.""Yes, I see.Oh, well, that is all right; that is very good.

Natural sleep must be coming back..."

Matrena, as though hypnotized by Rouletabille, had taken the glass from the table and ostentatiously carried it to the dressing-room to throw it out, and she delayed there to recover her self-possession.

Natacha continued:

"You will see, papa, that you will be able to live just like everyone else finally.The great thing was to clear away the police, the atrocious police; wasn't it, Monsieur Rouletabille?""I have always said, for myself, that I am entirely of Mademoiselle Natacha's mind.You can be entirely reassured now, and I shall leave you feeling reassured.Yes, I must think of getting my interviews done quickly, and departing.Ah well, I can only say what I think.Run things yourselves and you will not run any danger.Besides, the general gets much better, and soon I shall see you all in France, I hope.I must thank you now for your friendly hospitality.""Ah, but you are not going? You are not going!" Matrena had already set herself to protest with all the strenuous torrent of words in her poor desolated heart, when a glance from the reporter cut short her despairing utterances.

"I shall have to remain a week still in the city.I have engaged a chamber at the Hotel de France.It is necessary.I have so many people to see and to receive.I will come to make you a little visit from time to time.""You are then quite easy," demanded the general gravely, "at leaving me all alone?""Entirely easy.And, besides, I don't leave you all alone.I leave you with Madame Trebassof and Mademoiselle.I repeat: All three of you stay as I see you now.No more police, or, in any case, the fewest possible.""He is right, he is right," repeated Natacha again.

At this moment there were fresh knocks at the door of Matrena's chamber.It was Ermolai, who announced that his Excellency the Marshal of the Court, Count Keltzof, wished to see the general, acting for His Majesty.

"Go and receive the Count, Natacha, and tell him that your father will be downstairs in a moment."Natacha and Rouletabille went down and found the Count in the drawing-room.He was a magnificent specimen, handsome and big as one of the Swiss papal guard.He seemed watchful in all directions and all among the furniture, and was quite evidently disquieted.

He advanced immediately to meet the young lady, inquiring the news.

"It is all good news," replied Natacha."Everybody here is splendid.

The general is quite gay.But what news have you, monsieur le marechal? You appear preoccupied."The marshal had pressed Rouletabille's hand.

"And my grapes?" he demanded of Natacha.

"How, your grapes? What grapes?"

"If you have not touched them, so much the better.I arrived here very anxious.I brought you yesterday, from Krasnoie-Coelo, some of the Emperor's grapes that Feodor Feodorovitch enjoyed so much.

Now this morning I learned that the eldest son of Doucet, the French head-gardener of the Imperial conservatories at Krasnoie, had died from eating those grapes, which he had taken from those gathered for me to bring here.Imagine my dismay.I knew, however, that at the general's table, grapes would not be eaten without having been washed, but I reproached myself for not having taken the precaution of leaving word that Doucet recommend that they be washed thoroughly.

Still, I don't suppose it would matter.I couldn't see how my gift could be dangerous, but when I learned of little Doucet's death this morning, I jumped into the first train and came straight here.""But, your Excellency," interrupted Natacha, "we have not seen your grapes.""Ah, they have not been served yet? All the better.Thank goodness!""The Emperor's grapes are diseased, then?" interrogated Rouletabille.

"Phylloxera pest has got into the conservatories?""Nothing can stop it, Doucet told me.So he didn't want me to leave last evening until he had washed the grapes.Unfortunately, I was pressed for time and I took them as they were, without any idea that the mixture they spray on the grapes to protect them was so deadly.

It appears that in the vineyard country they have such accidents every year.They call it, I think, the...the mixture...""The Bordeaux mixture," was heard in Rouletabille's trembling voice "And do you know what it is, Your Excellency, this Bordeaux mixture?""Why, no."

At this moment the general came down the stairs, clinging to the banister and supported by Matrena Petrovna.

"Well," continued Rouletabille, watching Natacha, "the Bordeaux mixture which covered the grapes you brought the general yesterday was nothing more nor less than arsenate of soda.""Ah, God!" cried Natacha.

As for Matrena Petrovna, she uttered a low exclamation and let go the general, who almost fell down the staircase.Everybody rushed.

The general laughed.Matrena, under the stringent look of Rouletabille, stammered that she had suddenly felt faint.At last they were all together in the veranda.The general settled back on his sofa and inquired: