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"Well," he asked, conquering his misgivings and resuming, as always, his confidence in himself, "then, what did they do then, after reading the sentence?""The Chief of the Surete knew he had no time to spare.He did not ask for it.The revolutionaries ordered him to bid his family farewell.He raised his wife, his children, clasped them, bade them be of good courage, then said he was ready.They took him into the street.They stood him against a wall.His wife and children watched from a window.A volley sounded.They descended to secure the body, pierced with twenty-five bullets.""That was exactly the number of wounds that were made on the body of little Jacques Zloriksky," came in the even tones of Natacha.

"Oh, you, you always find an excuse," grumbled the general."Poor Boichlikoff did his duty, as I did mine.

"Yes, papa, you acted like a soldier.That is what the revolutionaries ought not to forget.But have no fears for us, papa; because if they kill you we will all die with you.""And gayly too," declared Athanase Georgevitch.

They should come this evening.We are in form!"Upon which Athanase filled the glasses again.

"None the less, permit me to say," ventured the timber-merchant, Thaddeus Tchnitchnikof, timidly, "permit me to say that this Boichlikoff was very imprudent.""Yes, indeed, very gravely imprudent," agreed Rouletabille."When a man has had twenty-five good bullets shot into the body of a child, he ought certainly to keep his home well guarded if he wishes to dine in peace."He stammered a little toward the end of this, because it occurred to him that it was a little inconsistent to express such opinions, seeing what he had done with the guard over the general.

"Ah," cried Athanase Georgevitch, in a stage-struck voice, "Ah, it was not imprudence! It was contempt of death! Yes, it was contempt of death that killed him! Even as the contempt of death keeps us, at this moment, in perfect health.To you, ladies and gentlemen!

Do you know anything lovelier, grander, in the world than contempt of death? Gaze on Feodor Feodorovitch and answer me.Superb! My word, superb! To you all! The revolutionaries who are not of the police are of the same mind regarding our heroes.They may curse the tchinownicks who execute the terrible orders given them by those higher up, but those who are not of the police (there are some, I believe) - these surely recognize that men like the Chief of the Surete our dead friend, are brave.""Certainly," endorsed the general."Counting all things, they need more heroism for a promenade in a salon than a soldier on a battle-field.""I have met some of these men," continued Athanase in exalted vein.

"I have found in all their homes the same - imprudence, as our young French friend calls it.A few days after the assassination of the Chief of Police in Moscow I was received by his successor in the same place where the assassination had occurred.He did not take the slightest precaution with me, whom he did not know at all, nor with men of the middle class who came to present their petitions, in spite of the fact that it was under precisely identical conditions that his predecessor had been slain.Before I left Ilooked over to where on the floor there had so recently occurred such agony.They had placed a rug there and on the rug a table, and on that table there was a book.Guess what book.'Women's Stockings,' by Willy! And - and then - Your health, Matrena Petrovna.What's the odds!""You yourselves, my friends," declared the general, prove your great courage by coming to share the hours that remain of my life with me.""Not at all, not at all! It is war."

"Yes, it is war."

"Oh, there's no occasion to pat us on the shoulder, Athanase,"insisted Thaddeus modestly."What risk do we run? We are well guarded.""We are protected by the finger of God," declared Athanase, "because the police - well, I haven't any confidence in the police."Michael Korsakoff, who had heen for a turn in the garden, entered during the remark.

"Be happy, then, Athanase Georgevitch," said he, "for there are now no police around the villa.""Where are they?" inquired the timher-merchant uneasily.

"An order came from Koupriane to remove them," explained Matrena Petrovna, who exerted herself to appear calm.

"And are they not replaced?" asked Michael.