And this is all? I asked. You merely want me to take them to St. Petersburg?
That is all.
The commission is a slight one, Vera; you know how willingly I would undertake, for your sake, a thousand such
How can I ever thank you enough? she interrupted, her face assuming a brighter expression. I really thought it too much to ask of you.
Nothing could be too much, dearest. When shall I start?
As soon as possible. By delay all may be lost. It is imperative you should be in Russia three weeks from to-day.
Three weeks from to-day, I echoed.
Yes, within that time, or it will be useless my friend will have departed.
Then I am ready to set out to-morrow. Have you any message? What must I do?
To-morrow morning I will give you the case. Go to the Hôtel Michaeli, on the Galernoi Oulitza, at St. Petersburg, and remain there until a tall, fair gentleman presents my card and asks for them. He will give his name as Paul Volkhovski.
Very well, I said, I shall leave to-morrow night.
Then we retraced our steps, and entering the carriage, drove back to Genoa in the fading twilight.
Next morning we met alone in the drawing-room, and she placed in my hands a leather jewel-case about nine inches square and three deep, securely sealed, saying,
I trust to you for their safety. Do not let this out of your sight for an instant, and on no account allow the seals to be broken, for it will be easy enough to pass so small a box through the douane.
I bade her rest assured the diamonds would be safe in my hands, and that I would carry out her instructions regarding the preservation of the seals.
I trust you implicitly, she repeated. And now as to funds? producing her purse.
No, I said firmly, I should not think of taking your money. This journey will be a pleasure, and you must allow me to defray its cost.
Thank you, a thousand times, she replied, her lips quivering with emotion. Our movements are very uncertain, but I have your London address, and will write and inform you of our wanderings from time to time.
After I have accomplished this mission, I shall return to you immediately, when I hope you will be convinced that my love is no mere passing fancy, but a
Hark! she interrupted, my uncles cough. Go! Farewell!
I bent and kissed her, then snatching up the box, hurriedly left the room.
Chapter Eight
Post-Haste across Europe
One circumstance puzzled me greatly.
My baggage had already been placed in the carriage which was to take me to the station, and in descending the stairs to depart I passed the sitting-room occupied by Vera. The door was ajar, and I was suddenly prompted to enter to wish her a final adieu. Having opened the door half-way I heard voices, which caused me to halt. Vera was seated upon an ottoman, her elbows upon her knees in an attitude of dejection. Before her, with his hands thrust deep in his capacious pockets, stood a well-made athletic young fellow, who, though his back was burned towards me, had the air of a military officer. Apparently he had assumed a commanding demeanour, for he was bending over her, speaking rapidly in a language I did not understand, while she was appealing to him to desist.
I had already bade her adieu, and as neither noticed me I passed down the staircase and out into the street, the thick pile of the carpet preventing my footsteps being heard.
In my drive to the station I was greatly perplexed over this incident, wondering who the man could be. Evidently he was a Russian, and had just arrived or was on the point of departing on a journey, for he wore a long travelling ulster and soft felt hat. From Veras dispirited manner it appeared as if he were giving some directions which were hateful to her, and which she was vainly resisting.
I somehow felt certain, too, that he had pronounced my name; and at mention of it she shrank as if in fear. It seemed very much as if this man, as well as her uncle, exercised some power over her, and during my long night journey I tried to account for the strangers presence.
After all, it might be nothing, I thought at last; and perhaps the green-eyed monster had arisen within me and distorted, as it often does, what would otherwise have seemed a very commonplace occurrence.
On the third evening after leaving Genoa I arrived at Charing Cross, having travelled incessantly by the Mont Cenis route without breaking the journey at Paris. It was impossible for me to go to Russia without a passport, therefore I was compelled to return to London and obtain one. At first I was troubled by this, the time of my arrival being limited to three weeks; but afterwards, finding the journey from Italy to the Russian capital was much more circuitous than from London, I made the best of it, feeling certain I should be able to deliver the jewels within the time stipulated by the woman who had enchanted me.
On my arrival I drove at once to my rooms and sought the rest of which I was so sorely in need, afterwards setting about packing a few additional necessaries for my journey. For three days, however, I was obliged to remain in London before I could obtain my passport, and though impatient to set out, I passed the time as best I could.
The evening of the second day I met Nugent at the Club.
He expressed the greatest surprise at meeting me, yet I did not inform him of the journey I had undertaken, but led him to believe that my life at Genoa had become unbearable after he had left, and that on the following day I contemplated returning to Paris for a few weeks.
We dined together and afterwards went to the Alhambra, but only once did he refer to Vera.
It was after the ballet, when we were taking cigarettes and coffee.
By the way, he said suddenly, a mischievous smile lighting up his genial face, what progress did you make with la belle Seroff? You have not spoken of her.
I did not care to be questioned upon this matter, so appeared to treat it as a joke.
Ah? I replied, it was a mere flirtation. Why, really, Bob, old chap, I believe you regarded that little affair seriously, I said, laughing.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, saying, You guessed aright. I thought you were in love with her; but am glad to hear such is not the case.
Why? I asked, in surprise, for had he not hinted more than once that she would make me a charming wife?
No reason, no reason, he replied evasively; simply because Ive altered the opinion I once held regarding her.
I requested no further explanation, for the bell was ringing, denoting that the curtain had risen, and we returned to our stalls.
Could he have seen or heard anything to cause him to utter this vague warning? I asked myself. No, surely not; yet it was strange, to say the least.
Having obtained my passport properly viséd by the Russian Consul, on the evening following I entered a first-class compartment of the Queenborough express at Victoria, and, settling myself, commenced the initial stage of my long journey across Europe. As the train sped onward through the Kentish hop-gardens, I sat watching the September sun change from gold to purple, and eventually disappear behind the dark night-clouds. Safely stowed away in my valise was the jewel-case; but I had already devised a plan whereby it would escape the prying douaniers the same by which I had brought it from Italy unopened, viz, to place it in the capacious pockets of my travelling coat, and hang that garment upon my arm during the examination of the baggage.