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 THE SIN 
 
 OF 
 
 OLGA ZASSOULIGH 
 
 £ IHooel 
 
 BY 
 
 FRANK BARRETT 
 
 AUTHOR OF 'FETTERED FOR LIFE,' 'BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH,' ETC. 
 
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 IN THREE VOLUMES 
 VOL. I. 
 
 S. o n H o n 
 
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 THE 
 
 SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 "^ 
 
 ' Wolves or Cossacks ?' 
 
 The driver stood up in the fore part of 
 the sledge, steadying himself with his whip 
 hand by the leather hood which pro- 
 tected his passengers — a man in a conical 
 Tartar cap of astrachan, overlapped at the 
 ears by the collar of a huge sheepskin coat, 
 leaving nothing of his lace visible but a 
 pair of ferret eyes, a red snub nose, and a 
 bristling moustache, rigid with his frozen 
 breath. With a shake of the reins and a 
 
 vol. i. 1
 
 2 THE SIN OF 
 
 guttural scream he put the three horses to 
 a gallop, and then turned sharply to scan 
 the plain behind. 
 
 Nothing there but a vast undulating sweep 
 of snow, stretching away without visible 
 break to the black sky which sharply defined 
 the horizon, and the diminishing line of tele- 
 graph-poles marking the track through the 
 desert : nothing save a tiny patch beyond 
 the vanishing point of the telegraph-poles, 
 which miofht have been a bush or a 
 rock. 
 
 One of the passengers crept out from the 
 interior of the sledge and stood up beside 
 the driver. As he rose to his feet the hood 
 struck back his fur cap. His hair on one side 
 of the head hung in long black wisps ; on the 
 other it was quite short. It needed but that 
 to show that he was a ' brodyag ' — an escaped 
 Siberian convict. 
 
 ' What is it ?' he asked. ' I see nothing,'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 3 
 
 after looking across the snow for a minute in 
 silence. 
 
 ' Beyond the telegraph-poles,' answered the 
 driver, pointing with his whip. 
 
 The passenger bent his black eyebrows and 
 fixed his eyes intently. ' Beyond the trees ?' 
 he asked. 
 
 'Watch that. If it is a tree, you will 
 cease to see it in five minutes ; if it grows 
 bigger, you may know it for wolves or 
 Cossacks.' 
 
 He watched till pink flames seemed to leap 
 from the blinding snow, but through them he 
 saw the patch still grow larger and more 
 distinct. He turned, looking slowly round 
 the horizon, despite the icy blasts that struck 
 like a flight of needles upon the sensitive skin 
 about his eyes. Nothing there but that vast 
 plain of snow under the leaden canopy of 
 cloud and the line of telegraph-poles thinning 
 down to a thread in the distance. ' How far 
 
 1—2
 
 4 THE SIN OF 
 
 is it to a village?' he' asked, thinking of 
 wolves. 
 
 ' Thirty versts.' 
 
 ' And the woods V — thinking of Cossacks. 
 
 1 Fifty. Before we are half the distance 
 Cossacks or wolves will overtake us.' 
 
 The driver threw himself down in his seat 
 screaming at the horses, and cracked his whip 
 in a long volley over their heads. With 
 despair in his face, the passenger crept back 
 under the hood. On the further extremity of 
 the sledge sat his father, an old man with a 
 long silvery beard and closed eyes ; next to 
 him his daughter, a young girl with a thin, 
 careworn face, low-growing, chestnut-red 
 hair, and under her tine black eyebrows eyes 
 made more lustrous, large and dark by uncer- 
 tain terror. 
 
 She could not speak for fear, but as her 
 father seated himself and drew up the skins for 
 warmth to still the convulsive trembling that
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 5 
 
 shook him like an ague, she put her hand upon 
 his arm and looked appealingly into his face. 
 
 'It will be all over in an hour,' he said. 
 4 We can't escape. Wolves or Cossacks, it 
 hardly matters which we fall to. As well to 
 be torn to pieces by the beasts as to be taken 
 back to the mines and the prison.' 
 
 ' Better,' said the girl, bending her head, as 
 she thought with loathing of the overcrowded 
 Kameras, where men and women were penned 
 up with nothing but the foul floor for a rest- 
 ing-place, and in an atmosphere laden with 
 the stench of typhus and corruption. 
 
 ' God of Israel !' muttered the man, in a 
 tone of bitter imprecation. 
 
 The driver got upon his feet again. Father 
 and daughter sat as if spellbound, waiting for 
 the verdict to come from his lips. They were 
 not kept long in uncertainty. 
 
 ' Cossacks !' said the driver, at the first 
 glance backward.
 
 6 THE SIN OF 
 
 The father caught his daughter's hand and 
 strained it to his heart, as if the end had 
 already come. Only the old man seemed 
 unmoved by the terror of their situation. His 
 attitude of philosophic calm, of stoic resigna- 
 tion, was unchanged. He was the first to 
 speak when the driver, seated again, had 
 exhausted his energy in shrieking at the 
 horses and cracking his whip. 
 
 ' Petrovitch is a liar,' he said. ■ There is 
 a chance of escape, or he wouldn't waste his 
 breath upon the horses. The wind is fuller 
 on my face. What does that mean, Laban — 
 you who have eyes ?' 
 
 ' It is true ; we are swerving from the track.' 
 
 The driver, questioned, pointed his whip to 
 windward, where the line of the horizon was 
 lost and the plain faded imperceptibly into 
 the clouds, and said, ' A storm is coming. If 
 we can reach that before the Cossacks overtake 
 us we may escape.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 7 
 
 ' Then why make this long curve ? Why 
 not strike across in a straight line ?' 
 
 ' 1 know what I'm about,' growled the 
 driver. ' My skin's as good as yours, to me. 
 While we seem to be following the road they'll 
 stick to the poles, and every yard is a gain to 
 us. A sudden turn would betray us, and 
 they'd cut across to intercept us ; there we 
 should lose.' 
 
 The wiry little horses kept to their pace ; 
 the runners of the sledge sang on the frozen 
 snow ; their distance from the lines of poles 
 widened ; the cloud grew blacker over their 
 heads and nearer ; now and then a flake of 
 snow swept under the hood — a welcome 
 forerunner of the coming storm. Presently 
 Petrovitch, after craning out to windward, 
 abruptly turned his horses into the teeth of 
 the wind. The Cossacks had discovered their 
 intention, and were edging widely from the 
 track to intercept them.
 
 8 THE SIN OF 
 
 Leaning for.ward, Laban and his daughter 
 made them out distinctly — a body, ten or a 
 dozen strong, heading directly on their course. 
 If there had been any doubt as to their pur- 
 pose before, there could be none now : they 
 were clearly in pursuit. 
 
 The air was thickening with snowflakes. 
 Occasionally a gust, laden with piercing ice 
 points, met them with such fury that the 
 horses seemed unable to make way against it. 
 The hood caught the wind like a sail, oppos- 
 ing a force almost equal to that of the strain- 
 ing horses. With each rebuff they lost 
 ground. 
 
 ' Another squall like that and the Cossacks 
 will be upon us,' said the driver. ' Mind,' he 
 added, turning to those under the hood, 'when 
 they call to me I must stop.' 
 
 The words came clearly enough to them, 
 but when Laban strove to reply, the wind 
 stifled his voice in his throat. Packing- the
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 9 
 
 skins closer about his daughter, who seemed 
 to be losing consciousness under the benumb- 
 ing influences of the driving wind and an 
 inevitable fate, Laban crept out to the side of 
 Petrovitch. The nearest Cossack was not a 
 hundred yards behind. 
 
 ' You must turn your deaf ear to the Cos- 
 sacks, Petrovitch,' he called. 
 
 ' It wont pay,' answered the man, shaking 
 his head. ' I've done my best.' 
 
 ' But it will pay. Only get us to Vladi- 
 vostock.' 
 
 ' Vladivostock,' grunted the driver, with 
 a sniff and a jerk of the head. ' What will 
 you give now V 
 
 1 We have nothing now — not a rouble. 
 You've had all — every kopeck.' 
 
 ' So much the worse for you.' 
 
 ' For mercy's sake, Petrovitch ! Have you 
 no pity for a blind old man and a helpless 
 girl ?'
 
 io THE SIN OF 
 
 ' As much pity as you have. Look you, 
 it's easier for you to save them than for me.' 
 
 ' How ?' 
 
 1 The horses are spent. The load is more 
 than they can drag. Lighten it.' 
 
 ( Lighten it !' echoed Laban faintly, with a 
 perception of the man's meaning. 
 
 ' It's you — not the old man and the girl — 
 they're after. Drop out : the Cossacks will 
 have all they need, and I promise to save your 
 father and daughter.' 
 
 Laban turned his eyes upon the old head 
 and the young bent before the fury of the 
 storm, and realized for the first time, now 
 that it was so close at hand, the meaning of 
 death — the breaking away of heart from 
 heart, the end of all earthly love and hope. 
 In that moment, like a flash, the thousand 
 miseries they had endured passed across his re- 
 membrance and nerved his quivering heart with 
 the power to redeem his j3ast. The misery
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH u 
 
 he had brought upon his child was not to be 
 undone, but the misery of the future might 
 be averted by one last unselfish act. Merely 
 to meet his fate a little earlier was not 
 much, yet how hard to do ! He yearned at 
 this last moment to go in and touch his 
 child's hand again, but the hoarse shout of 
 a Cossack calling upon the driver to stop 
 warned him that there was no time even 
 for a farewell, and, without a word, he rose 
 to his feet and sprang out of the sledge into 
 the snow. 
 
 Sensible of a difference in their load, the 
 horses bounded forward, and plunged bravely 
 through a very wall of snow borne along on 
 a whirling blast. When the blinding drift 
 had passed, Petrovitch, looking back, could 
 hardly distinguish the Cossacks in the snowy 
 whirlwind that enveloped them. An officer 
 alone had charged through and kept up the 
 pursuit.
 
 12 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 Urged by fear, by greed of gain, and some 
 better motive maybe, Petrovitch did his best 
 to get away, and lent his deaf ear to the shout 
 of the officer, now close upon him. But the 
 drifted snow clocked the sledge, the horses 
 could go no further, and now, within a 
 couple of yards of the cowering driver, the 
 officer levelled his revolver and tired. 
 
 With a scream, Petrovitch threw up his 
 arms, and falling sidelong from the sledge, 
 spattered the white snow with his life-blood.
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 ' Who is that good-looking, middle-aged man 
 with the dark eyes and moustache ?' 
 
 'David McAllister.' 
 
 ' A Scotsman ?' 
 
 ' Yes, with a large percentage of Jewish 
 blood in his veins.' 
 
 ' Looks an able man.' 
 
 ' He is. A man of great ability — great 
 adaptability especially. He attributes his 
 success in life to that. Most of us have a 
 couple of identities. The man in business 
 and the man in his house or at his club are 
 separate individuals. McAllister has at least 
 three personalities. In Onslow Square, where
 
 14 THE SIN OF 
 
 he lives, he is Mr. David McAllister, an 
 excellent husband and father, an admirable 
 host, with an inexhaustible fund of reliable 
 information, which makes him an invaluable 
 acquaintance to a crowd of people far above 
 him in the social scale. In Fleet Street he 
 is known simply as McAllister, editor of 
 the Financial Guide; on 'Change he is still 
 McAllister, a clear-headed, careful Scot. But, 
 east of Bishopsgate Street, McAllister dis- 
 appears, and he is known only as Mr. David, 
 the Jew philanthropist and reformer. He 
 has pulled down one half of the Jewish 
 quarter, and intends to pall down the other 
 half. Ten years ago Petticoat Lane and the 
 network of slums about it were the vile 
 nursery of disease and crime ; now — well, 
 you should just see his lodging-houses for the 
 poor.' 
 
 ' Makes philanthropy pay, I suppose ?' 
 
 * He says it does, and that's the greatest
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 15 
 
 incentive one can give to the charitable efforts 
 of others.' 
 
 Leaving his brougham in Bishopsgate 
 Street, Mr. David McAllister walked up 
 Widegate Street to the office of his works 
 in Sandy's Kow. Passing through the outer 
 office, in which four or five clerks were 
 busily occupied behind a long desk, he per- 
 ceived an old man with a white beard, in a 
 long sheepskin coat, seated in an attitude of 
 stolid patience beside a young woman, whose 
 face was concealed by a thick veil of crape. 
 Without pausing, he passed into his private 
 room, followed by Mr. Phillips, his managing 
 clerk. 
 
 ' Morning, Mr. David, sir,' said Phillips, 
 swiftly closing the door. ' The two parties 
 outside want to see you. They've been 
 waiting pretty near three hours. I don't 
 know what their business is ; I think they
 
 1 6 THE SIN OF 
 
 are Eussians, sir — Zassoulich, or some such 
 name.' 
 
 Mr. David nodded comprehensively, and 
 said, ' Wait a minute, Phillips,' as he seated 
 himself before his table and unlocked the 
 drawer. 
 
 He took out a pile of letters and turned 
 them over one bj one until he came to a 
 sheet written in a particularly neat Hebrew 
 hand. This he detached and read through 
 carefully. It was from Benjamin Zimmer- 
 man, a correspondent in Hamburg — a letter 
 of advice, preparing him for the visit of 
 the Eussians who were now waiting in the 
 office to see him. It is a great saving of 
 time to a business man to know before- 
 hand the kind of people he has to deal 
 with, and frequently it obviates misunder- 
 standing. 
 
 ' You can show them in now, Phillips,' he 
 said, having read the letter through ; and as
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 17 
 
 his manager withdrew he folded the letter 
 and put it in an inner pocket, replacing the 
 rest in the drawer and turning the key upon 
 them. 
 
 Phillips re-entered, admitting the visitors. 
 On the threshold the old man uncovered, 
 murmuring a word in HebreAV, and the young 
 woman raised her veil. Mr. David McAllister, 
 who had a nice taste in art, was struck by the 
 picturesque tableau before him. It reminded 
 him of the well-known picture of ' The Blind 
 Beo-o-ar,' with this difference — that the blind 
 man was even more noble in appearance, and 
 the girl infinitely more beautiful, than the 
 subject of that over-idealized painting. They 
 seemed to compel homage, and he bowed low, 
 dismissing Phillips with a glance as he raised 
 his head. 
 
 ' My grandfather ; this is Mr. David 
 McAllister,' said the girl, leading the old 
 man forward. 
 
 vol. 1. 2
 
 1 8 THE SIN OF 
 
 Her voice was low and musical, and she 
 spoke English with a little difficulty over the 
 th, but with a slow, clear articulation of each 
 syllable that harmonized with her air of 
 delicate refinement. 
 
 The old man drew a letter from his breast 
 and held it out, raising his head as if seeing 
 a ray of light. 
 
 ' I am not yet used to the dark. I am blind. 
 Pardon me,' he said, with a foreign accent 
 even less noticeable than his grand-daughter's, 
 4 I have the honour to present this letter to 
 you ; it is from Mr. Benjamin Zimmerman, of 
 Hamburg/ 
 
 1 Zimmerman — an old friend of mine. Be 
 seated, I beg.' 
 
 David McAllister placed a chair for the 
 young lady with unusual embarrassment. 
 Her beauty was bewildering. Never had he 
 seen such deep, pathetic eyes, a face so 
 exquisitely modelled, or brow so like the
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 19 
 
 classical ideal, with low, rippling lines of 
 chestnut hair. 
 
 He opened the letter and read it half 
 aloud : 
 
 ' Great pleasure in recommending to your 
 generous sympathy Mr. Ivan Zassoulich and 
 his granddaughter Olga, whose terrible 
 experiences in escaping from Siberia will 
 undoubtedly excite the interest and arouse 
 the indignation of all who respect humanity 
 and condemn the infamous practice of despotic 
 power. When you have heard from their 
 own lips the story of their wrongs, I am 
 certain you will employ your influence to 
 reinstate them in that social position from 
 which they have been displaced.' 
 
 David McAllister closed the letter with 
 some commonplace words of sympathy and 
 surprise : the old man interrupted him : 
 
 ' Wait till you have heard of my wrongs, 
 then judge if we are unworthy of your help.
 
 20 THE SIN OF 
 
 I am Ivan Zassoulich : this is Olga, my 
 grandchild. We lived in Moscow. We were 
 rich — not alone in worldly possessions, but 
 in the love of many friends and the respect 
 of all who knew us. I had a son and this 
 poor child a father. She is now an orphan, 
 and I have nothing in the wide world but 
 what I owe to the charity of your friend 
 Zimmerman. 
 
 ' It came about in this way. My son was 
 suspected of complicity in a political intrigue. 
 One evening the police made a descent upon 
 us. We were then at our country house near 
 the source of the Volga : it was summer. 
 They came in from the garden through the 
 open window. We gave up our keys, my son 
 and I, but our poor child, Olga, terrified out 
 of all reason, attempted to conceal a photo- 
 graph of Vera Figner, on which were a few 
 words written to her friend by that unhappy 
 girl the day before her arrest. Look at my
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 21 
 
 grandchild ; you will see that she cannot 
 dissemble.' 
 
 David McAllister glanced at Olga. The 
 girl sat as if overcome with the painful 
 recollections of the past — her head bowed, the 
 lingers of her folded hands twitching nervously 
 upon her lap. 
 
 ; Her face betrayed her : her hand was on 
 her bosom. The officer, a young man, re- 
 gardless of her age and sex, seized her by the 
 arm, and made a brutal attempt to search her. 
 My son, wrought to fury by this outrage, 
 caught up a knife from the table, attacked the 
 wretch, and rescued Olga. The police set 
 upon him. He was overpowered and carried 
 away a prisoner with his daughter. What I, 
 an old man, could do, I did. I appealed to 
 the Governor. Pointing to the photograph of 
 Vera Figner, he said that justified the action 
 of the police, a but nothing," added he, "can 
 justify your son's attack upon an officer of the
 
 22 THE SIN OF 
 
 Tzar." I spoke my mind plainly to him. To 
 my friends outside I appealed for help, with a 
 result that might have been foreseen. 
 
 ' As I was leaving my house for Moscow, 
 I was arrested and thrown into prison with 
 my children . Hoping to be tried, that we 
 might prove our innocence of any plot against 
 the Government, we lay in prison three 
 months ; then came the administrative order, 
 by which we were deprived of all civil rights 
 and sentenced to imprisonment for life in the 
 mines of Kara, In a gang, composed chiefly 
 of felons, thieves, murderers, and villains of 
 the lowest and most repulsive kind, we started 
 in the autumn on that awful march of over 
 three thousand miles. The only difference 
 made in our treatment was that, in deference 
 to our rank, we were spared the agony of 
 marching in irons, and when this poor child 
 and I could no longer walk, we were put with 
 the sick in ' telegas ' — carts without springs —
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 23 
 
 but when the day's march was ended we fared 
 with the rest. 
 
 ' At the stations on the road the gang was 
 disbanded. Then followed a rush like the 
 stampede of wild beasts, the strong beating 
 down and trampling over the weak in the 
 struggle to get a place on the sleeping bench. 
 Near upon two thousand people were penned 
 in dens to accommodate eight hundred. Oh ! 
 the stench of those etapes — the loathsome 
 uncleanliness ' 
 
 'No, no!' remonstrated Olga, laying her 
 hand imploringly upon the old man's arm. 
 
 ' Enough, my child. I will say no more. 
 But I must speak — the world must know of 
 these things.' 
 
 ' Not now.' 
 
 ' So be it. It was winter when we reached 
 Siberia. One day the glaring snow grew 
 black. I thought I had been left there alone. 
 I could see no one. I was blind. My reason
 
 24 THE SIN OF 
 
 seemed to be going with my sight. I was a 
 month in a lazaretto. Then we marched again 
 on that route that appeared to have no end — 
 Olga and I — until we reached Kara and re- 
 joined my son. He had news for us. Our 
 friends in Moscow had not forgotten us. The 
 Princess Eosovski had sent out her steward, 
 a man named Petrovitch, with money and 
 certain papers to enable us to escape. This 
 Petrovitch was a thief and a liar.' 
 
 ' But we did not know it then/ said Olga, 
 raising her head. 
 
 ' No ; he deceived us from the beginning 
 to the end. The Princess had obtained an 
 order to allow us to circulate freely in Siberia 
 — a tacit permission, in fact, to escape from 
 the country if we could. These papers were 
 strictly in order, signed by the authorities of 
 St. Petersburg ; but Petrovitch, for his own 
 purpose, led us to believe that they were 
 forged, and only to be used with great
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 25 
 
 caution. This gave him a certain power over 
 us : we dared not question his movements, 
 nor object to any scheme he proposed, for fear 
 of being denounced.' 
 
 ' But what motive had he for deceiving 
 you ?' asked McAllister, with an air of per- 
 plexity. 
 
 ' The desire to profit by our misfortunes — 
 the motive which makes every functionary 
 in Russia, private or public, a merciless thief. 
 The man knew that, though all our possessions 
 in Russia were confiscated, we had money 
 invested abroad. With the means provided 
 by the Princess Rosovski, he might have 
 taken us directly to Vlaclivostock ; but, under 
 the pretence of seeking safety, of avoiding 
 dangers, he led us in other directions. What 
 could we do ? We had no chart ; no means 
 of helping ourselves — we were absolutely at 
 his mercy. Then he told us the funds 
 supplied by the Princess were exhausted, and
 
 26 THE SIN OF 
 
 he could not hope to get us away without 
 fresh means. 
 
 ' I wrote to my friends in Germany to send 
 me all that they could raise in my name. 
 Awaiting the reply, we bivouacked in the 
 Taiga, the virgin forest of Siberia. It was 
 summer then. When the money came it was 
 autumn. Then we marched on again — 
 whither we knew not. Sometimes we 
 travelled on foot ; sometimes in carts. When 
 the winter set in we bought sledges and 
 horses. The hardships we suffered, the 
 adventures we passed through, would fill 
 volumes. The money went till not a rouble 
 was left, and still we seemed as far as ever 
 from our journey's end. Great God ! what 
 could we do?' 
 
 The old man extended his trembling hand 
 and raised the lids of his sightless eyes — the 
 living illustration of utter helplessness. 
 
 ' My dear sir,' said McA llister, in a tone of
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 27 
 
 sympathy, ' if you would reserve the con- 
 tinuation of this painful story ' 
 
 Zassoulich replied by a quick negative 
 movement of his expressive hands, and, com- 
 posing himself with an effort, continued : 
 
 1 Hear me out. I have little more to tell. 
 Hearing no more from us or her steward, 
 Petrovitch, the Princess Rosovski became 
 suspicious, and wrote to her friend the 
 Governor of Irkutsk on the subject, and he 
 circulated inquiries amongst the stations of 
 the interior. A young officer got upon our 
 track and followed us.' 
 
 ' We met him two times — three times,' 
 interposed Olga. 
 
 'And always with increasing apprehension. 
 Petrovitch, dreading his purpose, led us to 
 believe he was hunting us down, and only 
 waiting for help to come from an adjacent 
 outpost to fall upon us and take us back to 
 Kara. The second time we met was in a
 
 28 THE SIN OF 
 
 village. He saw our sledge in the inn 
 yard and galloped off at once. " He has gone 
 for Cossacks," said Petrovitch, and he would 
 not stay longer there than to feed the horses.' 
 
 ' We started in the middle of the night/ 
 said Olga. 
 
 ' The next morning the Cossacks were upon 
 us. Petrovitch flew to save himself. The 
 officer overtook us in a storm of snow, 
 and shot Petrovitch dead. We were half 
 stifled with the snow — stupefied with the cold 
 and privation and terror ; but that shot 
 brought us to our senses, and Olga there, 
 poor child! sprang up, crying, like one quite 
 macl, " My father ! my father !" thinking it 
 was he who had been shot. He was gone ; 
 but he had met another fate — my dear son ! 
 He had thrown himself from the sledge to 
 save us, believing that the Cossacks would let 
 us go if they secured him — as wolves give 
 up the chase when food is thrown to them.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 29 
 
 That storm was terrible. Those with eyes 
 could see nothing while it lasted, and when 
 it was past my son was found deep under the 
 snow, dead.' 
 
 The old man's voice fell as his chin sank 
 upon his breast, the last word being scarcely 
 audible. McAllister turned from him to his 
 grandchild. A tear was dropping from her 
 pale cheek. He rose, and in a low voice 
 and a few well-chosen words expressed his 
 deep sympathy. 
 
 1 You must suffer me to help you,' he 
 said, in conclusion. ' There is my card ; 
 while we are in London, consider our house 
 your home. I speak for my wife and 
 daughters, who will make up for my want 
 of address. I am only a plain man of 
 business, you see. We shall hope to see 
 you at Onslow Square at the earliest time 
 convenient to you. Meanwhile, my manager, 
 Mr. Phillips, whom I will send to you, will
 
 30 THE SIN OF 
 
 supply you with all that is necessary to your 
 immediate wants.' 
 
 On his way westward, Mr. David McAllis- 
 ter, settling himself in the corner of his 
 hansom, took out that private letter of advice 
 from Benjamin Zimmerman, and read again a 
 certain portion of it : 
 
 ' How much of their story is true I don't 
 know ; but this is certain : Ivan Zassoulich 
 is the blind poet, Isaakoff, who posed as a 
 Polish Homer twenty years ago. They were 
 sent to the mines, not for political reasons, 
 but for the daring robbery of the Princess 
 Rosovski's diamonds. They were all impli- 
 cated in that business. Fortunately for them, 
 with the diamonds they took some letters 
 which compromised the Princess. The papers 
 were sent on to me. To recover them, the 
 Princess aided them, through her steward, 
 Petrovitch, to escape from Kara. Petro-
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 31 
 
 vitch, doubtless acting upon instructions from 
 the Princess, took care Isaakoff did not get out 
 of Siberia while the letters were unrestored, 
 and the old impostor had to write to me for 
 them. They were given up. But that wasn't 
 enough ; the Princess, as rusee as they were, 
 never intended them to get away, and probably 
 Petro vitch would have left them to perish in 
 the snows of Siberia, had not a young officer, 
 smitten with the beauty of Olga Zassoulich, 
 stopped his game, and got them out of the 
 country at his own expense. 
 
 ' Knowing all this, it struck me that these 
 were just the sort of people you could turn to 
 profitable account.' 
 
 There was a postscript, which also he read 
 a second time : ' The demand for good stuff 
 is still in excess of supply. If there are any 
 crvstals in the market, now is the time to sell.'
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 When the door of that inner room closed 
 behind David McAllister, Ivan Zassoulich 
 stretched out his hand tentatively towards 
 Olga, and she took it in hers. A casual 
 observer, if any had been there, would have 
 seen nothing in this clasp of hands but an 
 instance of dependence and affection ; it 
 would, indeed, have needed a sharp eye to 
 detect the tap of a linger by which the old 
 man asked : ' Are we alone ?' or the pressure 
 of a thumb by which the girl responded 'Yes.' 
 The signal exchanged, Olga's hand dropped 
 heavily by her side. Then, and not till then, 
 Ivan's venerable features relaxed, and their
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 33 
 
 expression of stern severity gave place to one 
 of cheerful hope, as he nodded his head briskly 
 and rubbed one hand over the other in the 
 manner of a man released from a long con- 
 dition of restraint. 
 
 Olga's pathetic look and attitude of fixed 
 despondency remained unaltered. The weary 
 care in a face so young was not less in con - 
 ' gruous than the buoyancy in that of her 
 grandfather — a sightless face, scarred and 
 seamed by a thousand biting misfortunes. 
 
 Suddenly he ceased to rub his hands, and, 
 raising a finger, turned his ear toward the 
 door as he caught the sound of McAllister's 
 voice in the office beyond ; as suddenly he 
 folded his hands upon his knee and dropped 
 his chin in dejection upon his breast when 
 he heard a sharp step approaching the door. 
 At the same time Olga instinctively straight- 
 ened herself as if in protest against a degrading 
 self-abasement. 
 
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 34 THE SIN OF 
 
 Mr. Phillips entered, hat in hand — a sharp, 
 ferrety little man, with the irrepressible 
 assurance of one who has no doubts of his 
 own abilities. 
 
 ' I've got to apologize to you, my lady — 
 excuse me if I don't address you in the 
 proper style — and to you likewise, sir, for 
 being a little off-hand with you before the 
 governor turned up ; but, you see, till he 
 gave me the tip just now I didn't know your 
 rank ' 
 
 ' Rank !' exclaimed Ivan bitterly. ' What 
 is rank to the outcast?' 
 
 1 Well, sir, you'll find it goes a tolerable 
 long way in this country. We've got some 
 outcasts among us, chiefly from the German 
 Court, who come over here with nothing but 
 their titles, and they seem to do pretty well, 
 can tell you. They top it over our own 
 needy nobility, that they do, specially in the 
 army and navy. Oh, there's a very larg
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 35 
 
 field here for aristocrats of all kinds, par- 
 ticularly anything new. Now, there's nothing 
 in your line about. I haven't heard of any 
 Russians being hoisted up — if I may use the 
 expression — by the Court. Society seems 
 very hard up for recruits, and society is 
 always on the look-out for novelties. We've 
 got one or two American bacon- curers, a 
 Hungarian money-lender, a few parties from 
 the music-halls, and I do hear that one 
 liter'y gentleman has been taken up ; but 
 there's no real worth. You're bound to 
 make a hit, if I may venture to say so — can't 
 fail. You look as if you had a right to a 
 position, whereas those Germans have got a 
 kind of look — don't you know, my lady ? — 
 as if they felt they ought to be ashamed of 
 themselves.' 
 
 Old Zassoulich, quickly perceiving the 
 character of the man he had to deal with, 
 quickly abandoned the abject air, and now 
 
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 36 THE SIN OF 
 
 sat the personification of dignity in ad- 
 versity. 
 
 1 And then/ concluded Phillips, with pride, 
 1 you've got the governor to back you up.' 
 
 ' I have heard that your master is a man 
 of great influence,' said Zassoulich. 
 
 ' Lord bless you, sir !' Phillips tossed 
 his head, and for a moment was silent in his 
 unspeakable admiration of David McAllister, 
 ' There's not such another man in London. 
 He's hand-in-glove with everybody — they 
 can't do without him. His tremendous wide 
 connection, and his position in the Money 
 Market, open every source of information 
 to him. Nowadays reliable information is 
 the secret of success, and men of all sorts with 
 a position to hold or to make must have it, 
 and they know it's to be got from the 
 governor. It's a treat to me to go up to 
 Onslow Square on one of the governor's big 
 evenings just to see the carriages roll up to
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 37 
 
 the door and the big swells going into his 
 house. You'd think he was Prime Minister, 
 or some notorious party, and I'm proud to 
 say to myself: " That's my governor !" Beg 
 your pardon for running on like this,' he 
 said, breaking off apologetically ; ' but my 
 feelings run away with me when I begin 
 to talk on that subject. Well, sir, now to 
 business. The governors given me a free 
 hand and told me to supply all your imme- 
 diate requirements — " immediate require- 
 ments," those are his words. If you will 
 please to tell me what you want.' 
 
 'Want!' exclaimed Zassoulich. * We want 
 everything.' 
 
 ' That's a pretty large order,' observed 
 Phillips, with a smile and a sidelong look 
 under his lifted eyebrows at Olga, as he drew 
 his coat- sleeve over his shiny hat. ' However, 
 we must make a beginning somewhere. Have 
 you got a hotel, sir ?'
 
 38 THE SIN OF 
 
 '' We came here straight from the docks 
 where we were landed.' 
 
 ' I suppose you didn't trouble to bring any 
 luggage with you ?' 
 
 ' We have nothing — nothing but the 
 wretched clothes we stand in.' 
 
 ' They won't do for Onslow Square, 
 certainly.' 
 
 ' We have too much self-respect to present 
 ourselves in any gentleman's house in such a 
 condition.' 
 
 ' That's right enough, sir ; and I've got 
 too much self-respect to let you, also. When 
 the governor said : " These Russian nobles 
 will visit me at Onslow Square ; supply them 
 with everything for their immediate require- 
 ments suitable to their rank," he knew I 
 should see the thing done properly or not 
 at all. Now, what you want,' he continued, 
 drawing back and stroking his cheek re- 
 flectively, as he surveyed the old man from
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 39 
 
 top to toe, ' is a reg'lar swell outfit — every- 
 thing complete and first-class. You'll have 
 to be provided with luggage, too — portman- 
 teaus, silver-mounted dressing-cases, and 
 travelling boxes for you, miss ; now/ taking 
 his chin between his fingers and thumb, l how 
 is it to be done V 
 
 The old man replied by a gesture of help- 
 lessness, shrugging his shoulders and turning 
 up the palms of his hands. 
 
 4 The thing must be done well.' 
 
 ' If it is done at all,' said the old man with 
 much dignity. 
 
 ' My own words, sir, turned about. At the 
 same time, we don't want to put the governor 
 to unnecessary expense.' 
 
 ' I hope one day to be in a position to repay 
 all that we owe.' 
 
 ' An extra reason,' observed Phillips dryly, 
 'for being as economical as possible.' He 
 looked inside his hat in silent meditation
 
 40 THE SIN OF 
 
 for a moment ; then, giving it a sharp twist, 
 continued : 'The governor, you know, hates 
 anything like the appearance of ostentation. 
 I'm sure he would very much dislike to hear 
 people say, " What a generous man ! See 
 what he's done for these poor people who 
 came over without a penny in the world." 
 
 * And certainly we do not wish to pose as 
 objects of charity.' 
 
 ' Ah ! I'm glad to hear you say so, sir. I 
 was not quite sure about it,' observed Phillips, 
 recollecting the old man's demeanour before 
 his interview with David McAllister. ' You 
 see, I'm thinking about this outfit. If you 
 don't want all the world to know your posi- 
 tion, it won't do to go into society with the 
 seams showing in your things, just as they've 
 been handed down from the shelves of the 
 ready-made goods department. Linen and 
 that sort of thing must be new ; but for dress- 
 ing-cases, trunks, your own things, and my
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 41 
 
 lady's dresses, I should think it advisable to go 
 in for first-class second-hand stuff. I know a 
 party who deals in that kind of thing. All 
 tip - top articles — only been worn once. 
 Better than new, and fit you like a skin. 
 And, as you wear black, miss ' 
 
 Zassoulich raised his shaggy eyebrows, 
 then waived his objections with a movement 
 of the hand. 
 
 ' There's another advantage about that,' 
 added Phillips. ' You can return the things 
 when you've clone with them, and then 
 you'll only be indebted for the loan.' 
 
 Zassoulich concealed his feelings at this 
 unlooked - for arrangement under a silent 
 bow of acquiescence. 
 
 ' Well, then, you know, you can't very well 
 go in that style without servants. You ought 
 to have a nice serious attendant, and my lady 
 a maid. Now let me see if I can think of 
 anybody who would accept a temp'ry
 
 42 THE SIN OF 
 
 engagement of that sort. There was a nice, 
 clean, genteel young fellow, about thirty, who 
 left the French Ambassador's to marry and 
 set up a business. They haven't made it 
 answer. Now, I dare say, to oblige me, they'd 
 do it. Suit vou to a T — wonderful well 
 behaved sort — never open their mouths about 
 anything. I'll look 'em up this afternoon. 
 How will that suit you, sir ?' 
 
 * We are in your hands.' 
 
 * Very good, sir. Now, in the matter of 
 immediate requirements ' — with a glance at the 
 old man's hands and soiled clothes — ' what 
 do you say, sir, to a wash and a brush up ? 
 Perhaps ' — turning his eyes upon Olga's 
 fatigued face — 'it wouldn't be amiss to go 
 at once to a hotel.' 
 
 1 If you please,' said Olga, speaking for the 
 first time. 
 
 ' I'll go and fetch a cab at once. Shan't 
 keep you waiting above two or three minutes.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 43 
 
 As the door shut, Olga, drawing near the 
 old man, took his hand, and said quickly, 
 speaking in Russian, and in a low voice : 
 
 ' What are we to do for this ? You have 
 not asked that yet/ 
 
 ' Peace, child, peace/ the old man answered, 
 impatiently disengaging his hand, setting his 
 elbows on his knees, and resting his chin 
 on his clenched hands. ' I want to think — I 
 want to think.' 
 
 Olga waited a minute ; then, touching his 
 arm, she spoke again earnestly : 
 
 ' We must know the price we have to pay 
 for this/ 
 
 < For what ?' 
 
 ' The things we are to be supplied 
 with.' 
 
 ' Bagatelle, bagatelle/ sneered the old man, 
 rocking himself slowly from side to side with- 
 out taking his chin from his hands, and with 
 his brows knitted in thought.
 
 44 THE SIN OF 
 
 1 You have said no man does anything for 
 nothing/ Olga persisted. 
 
 ' And I say it again. Do you think I'm 
 cheated by a show of sympathy ? They're 
 clever, master and man alike. They'll pay 
 themselves a rouble for every kopeck they 
 spend on us.' 
 
 ' How r 
 
 4 That's their affair.' Then, after a break, 
 with anger, begot, perhaps, by his own 
 inability to answer the question to his own 
 satisfaction, 4 Isn't it enough, fool, that we 
 drag ourselves up out of the mire ? What 
 does it matter by what means, so that we 
 don't drown in the filth ?' 
 
 ' And if the means fail, as they failed 
 before V 
 
 ' They shan't fail, if you trust to me. They 
 would not have failed before if your father had 
 struck boldly. You've nothing but his halt- 
 ing courage. Are you content with your
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 45 
 
 condition ? Have } T ou no ambition to rise ? 
 Where is your pride ?' 
 
 * Dead, dead,' murmured Olga, bowing her 
 head. 
 
 ' It must be that,' said Zassoulich, mum- 
 bling through his closed teeth and taking no 
 notice of Olga's response. ' He thinks that 
 our story will tickle the ears of these Lon- 
 doners, bring a gaping' crowd to his house 
 to see us, increase his circle of friends, give 
 publicity to his name. And what will it 
 cost him — this reclamed A trifle, nothing 
 to the advantage it gives. That must be 
 
 it: 
 
 ' No more ?' asked Olga, catching the sense 
 of what he muttered. 
 
 ' If there be more we can withdraw, should 
 it suit us. Are you satisfied ? Understand, 
 you may ruin our chances by folly. You 
 must play boldly to win, or lose all. And 
 look what you may lose: a marriage that will
 
 46 THE SIN OF 
 
 ensure you a fortune for life — a position such 
 as we have never held in our luckiest days.' 
 
 ' We begin with a lie, a theft,' Olga mur- 
 mured, after a minute's silence. 
 
 ' What theft?' asked the old man, dropping 
 his voice to a whisper. 
 
 ' The theft of a name.' 
 
 Zassoulich stopped her with a cynical 
 laugh. 
 
 1 The theft of princes,' said he. ' We travel 
 incognito.' 
 
 1 And if we are discovered ?' 
 
 ' I have considered that possibility. It is 
 small and far away. The Russians in London 
 dare not countenance with their visits escaped 
 political exiles. It would jeopardize their 
 safety at home. They must avoid us. It 
 will take months for our story to be ques- 
 tioned ; if it is denied, who, in a country 
 hostile to Russia, will believe the assertion of 
 its suspected representatives ? You know
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 47 
 
 nothing of these things. You are a girl. 
 Leave all to me.' 
 
 ' Suppose I find strength to take a course 
 of my own ?' 
 
 ' Then take it, and with it my curse. 
 Tell the world your grandfather is a thief. 
 Tell the world that the police found your 
 father and you no better, and see if they will 
 treat you better for telling the truth. Go 
 your own way if you will, and may that 
 way lead you to dishonour and shame — a life 
 of despair, a death of infamy !' 
 
 He waited till the paroxysm of fury had 
 passed ; then he muttered : 
 
 ' One would think you had never known 
 suffering !' 
 
 ' God knows I have — enough.' 
 
 1 Then take the compensation heaven offers 
 — ease, luxury, love, joy.' He stopped 
 abruptly, for the brisk step of Phillips was 
 heard coming.
 
 48 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' Cab at the door,' said the little man cheer- 
 fully as he entered. Ivan rose at once, 
 stretching out his hand for Olga. She sat 
 motionless. 
 
 ' Olga, my grandchild,' said Ivan, in a tone 
 of helpless supplication. 
 
 She rose and took his hand. 
 
 As they jolted slowly through that part of 
 Middlesex Street where the Jews' market is 
 held, Olga's senses were assailed by all the 
 sights and sounds and vile odours which make 
 that quarter loathsome. The dirt and squalor 
 everywhere; the hoarse, guttural cry of huck- 
 sters ; above all, that peculiar, sour, rancid 
 stench which is peculiar to the Jews' quarter, 
 recalled to her mind the abominations of the 
 terrible Siberian Stapes. 
 
 'Where are we?' asked Ivan, leaning for- 
 ward to make himself heard above the din. 
 
 4 Old Petticoat Lane,' shouted Phillips, in 
 reply ; ' it's where the poor live.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 49 
 
 The old man nodded, and turning towards 
 Olga, he said : 
 
 ' Do you hear, my child ? This is where the 
 poor live.' 
 
 vol. 1.
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Before the end of the week, Prince Ivan 
 Zassoulich (as he allowed himself to be 
 called) and Olga made their appearance in 
 Onslow Square. And a very good appearance 
 they made, thanks to the resources of Mr. 
 Phillips, the old man's shrewd foresight, and 
 Olga's good taste. The treacherous winds of 
 early spring countenanced the wearing of 
 furs, without which they would have looked 
 not nearly so rich or so Russian, and the 
 bright sky permitted them to drive up in 
 an open carriage. 
 
 They attracted attention all along the route 
 by their distinguished air and those furs
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 51 
 
 Zassoulich looked twenty years younger. 
 He was no longer a distressful patriarch, 
 but a noble exile, who, despite the persecution 
 and confiscation of an unscrupulous Govern- 
 ment, had saved sufficient from the wreck of 
 his fortune to maintain himself and his grand- 
 child presentably. The venerable locks that 
 hung upon his shoulders were gone — cropped 
 close — nothing left of them but a silvery 
 sheen upon the remarkably well-developed 
 head. The long beard that flowed down to 
 the girdle of his peasant's tunic was now 
 clipped to a neat, short, military point, 
 and the moustache, which once mingled 
 unobserved with his beard, now swept 
 out detached in a magnificent upward 
 curve. 
 
 He had straightened himself up and thrown 
 his shoulders back to support the dignity of 
 his new condition ; and his attitude, with an 
 excellent silk hat, drawn rather low over his 
 
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 52 THE SIN OF 
 
 darkened eyebrows — a capital effect, the 
 contrast between those dark eyebrows and 
 the white moustache — his furs thrown open, 
 and a faultless frock-coat closely buttoned — 
 one little ribbon in the button-hole, no more 
 — gave him a distinctly martial, as well as a 
 noble presence. There was something of the 
 old warrior, too, in his long eagle nose and 
 the haughty, commanding severity of his 
 countenance, in which the sole appeal now to 
 commiseration was in the closed lids of his 
 sightless eyes. 
 
 No such radical change was possible to 
 Olga ; nor was it desirable. Repose and the 
 decent living of some four or five days had 
 done as much as the hairdresser and the 
 clothes-dealer to improve her appearance. 
 Her fine eyes, naturally pensive with the 
 melancholy character of an Eastern race, had 
 lost their weary heaviness ; her complexion, 
 still colourless, was brighter and healthier ;
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 53 
 
 and now that immediate suffering no longer 
 pinched and compressed her features, her 
 cheeks looked fuller, the curved upper lip 
 lifted from the rounded nether revealing now 
 and then a gleam of white teeth. Dress only 
 served to emphasize her natural advantages 
 — a perfectly fitting glove giving value to 
 the delicate curve of wrist and finger, her 
 furs making more remarkable the classical 
 smallness of her head, the elaborate dressing 
 of her hair, with its closely-pinned curls and 
 the little fringe gathered in the middle of 
 her forehead, giving play to the light and 
 bringing out its coppery lustre. 
 
 On the box, beside the driver, sat Parker 
 — the man induced by Phillips to accept a 
 temporary engagement — the very model of 
 a correct body servant : tall, slight, with a 
 keen, alert face, a couple of inches of whisker 
 on each cheek, and a clean-shaven upper lip. 
 
 At a respectful distance behind came
 
 54 THE SIN OF 
 
 the carriage charged with the Zassoulich 
 luggage outside, and with Mrs. Parker and 
 a few of the more valuable effects inside. 
 Mrs. Parker was well matched with her 
 husband — about thirty, rigid and bony, a face 
 with furtive, quick eyes, and an expression 
 of bad temper kept under restraint. The 
 manner in which she held her mistress's 
 jewel-case in her lap, and kept comprehensive 
 watch upon the carriage in advance, showed 
 that nothing would be likely to get out of its 
 place while she had the management of affairs. 
 As the carriage wheels scrunched over 
 the newly-mended road in Onslow Square, 
 curious faces appeared at every window 
 (where, in ordinary seasons, no face is ever 
 visible), for it was already known that Mr. 
 David McAllister was about to receive the 
 visit of some very distinguished persons. 
 And Ivan Zassoulich and his grandchild 
 answered all expectations. Mr. David
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 55 
 
 McAllister had reason to smile as he 
 welcomed them to his house and introduced 
 them to his wife and two daughters. 
 
 The decisive step was taken ; there was 
 no going back now. Olga realized that as 
 she crossed the threshold, and she resolved 
 that, having chosen her path, she would go 
 on boldly. Virtually she was compelled to 
 yield to circumstances, for what young woman 
 destitute in a foreign country, and under such 
 conditions as hers, could strike out an inde- 
 pendent course? But, in abandoning herself 
 to the current of events, she prepared to 
 employ its force in carrying her to a safe 
 haven, if there were one. 
 
 Every marriageable woman speculates more 
 or less on making a good match ; it is the 
 pre-eminent desire of her youth. It was 
 something more than this to Olga : it was 
 a necessity. She must marry, or sink to a 
 condition of such horrible possibilities that
 
 56 THE SIN OF 
 
 she dared not think of it. And she must 
 marry speedily : she must change her name 
 legitimately before it was discovered that even 
 that was borrowed, and not hers by right. 
 
 How w T as it to be done ? She knew that 
 she was beautiful ; she might believe that 
 dress and the position she was to assume 
 would add to her attractions, but she felt 
 that something else was needed. She must 
 charm, not men only, for that would make 
 enemies of sisters and mothers and be fatal 
 to her hopes, but women as well. And so 
 at the very outset she set herself to please 
 men and women alike. 
 
 It was but a family party at Onslow 
 Square that first night, McAllister being 
 doubtful about the ability of Zassoulich 
 and Olga — chiefly Olga — to sustain the parts 
 they had to play. His doubts were com- 
 pletely dissipated before dinner was over. 
 Ivan was gallant to the ladies, courtly and
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 57 
 
 impressive in his dignity. Olga was simply 
 bewitching. Exciting admiration from the 
 first moment by her personal charms and the 
 pretty accent and particular articulation with 
 which she spoke English, she struck surprise 
 at oue moment by a witty rejoinder to some 
 observation ; at another, she drew pity by a 
 brief reference to past suffering ; and then 
 she held them spellbound as she narrated a 
 perilous episode in the escape from the mines. 
 In the drawing-room, when Mrs. McAllister 
 asked if she sang, Olga took up a guitar with 
 the sweetest inclination of the head, and sang 
 the plaintive forbidden song, ' On the Cliff by 
 the Volga/ with such intense and real pathos 
 in her low contralto voice that, though the 
 Russian words were not understood, their 
 sense went direct to the hearts of those who 
 listened, and while tears sprang in the girls' 
 eyes, and fairly rolled down the cheeks of 
 good old Mrs. McAllister, David himself felt
 
 58 THE SIN OF 
 
 his hair crisp and a thrill creep down his back. 
 Mrs. McAllister — a stout, motherly, kind- 
 hearted woman, who had married David when 
 he was but a clerk, and she a draper's assistant 
 — and her daughters — who were, to a certain 
 extent, as simple as she — were delighted. 
 
 McAllister, who kept his business and its 
 workings a profound secret from his family, 
 had simply told them that two distinguished 
 Russian exiles were coming to spend a few 
 weeks under their roof, and they had prepared 
 to meet them with terrible misgivings, 
 picturing them as the kind of people with 
 whom it was necessary to be always on their 
 best behaviour. It was a charming disillusion 
 to find one of them at least so lovable and 
 ' nice.' 
 
 And Olga — was she content with the part 
 she played ? Yes ; there was very little 
 acting in it. It was only at the first that 
 any effort was required, and then no more
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 59 
 
 than the best of us resort to in an introduction 
 to strangers. She was neither morbid nor 
 designing. It was natural to her to be 
 amiable, and her heart went out towards 
 the motherly old lady and the gawky, simple 
 daughters — just as a bud seeking life and 
 warmth expands under genial and natural 
 influences. She desired no more than a life 
 such as they led. 
 
 But that was not to be. 
 
 Business began the next morning when 
 they went for a drive in the park — Zassou- 
 lich and McAllister seated in the victoria 
 vis-a-vis with Olga and Mrs. McAllister. 
 McAllister saw no one — he was so deeply 
 engaged in conversation with Zassoulich. 
 Everyone saw him and the Russians. In 
 the afternoon McAllister, with Olga and 
 the two girls, went to a picture gallery. 
 In the crowded rooms, as they made 
 their way, there was a hush, and all
 
 60 THE SIN OF 
 
 eyes were on Olga. Occasionally the 
 silence was broken by a recognition 
 between McAllister and friends, followed 
 by a ceremonious introduction — all under 
 the covert and open observation of the 
 fashionable crowd. Then, after a brief ex- 
 change of courtesies, they pushed on again, 
 Olga catching in the fleeting whispers 
 ' Princess,' ' That's she,' ' McAllister/ ' The 
 Princess.' Meanwhile, Ivan Zassoulich, with 
 Mrs. McAllister, assisted at a matinee of the 
 Orpheonic Society, creating a sensation in 
 another section of society. In the evening 
 the doors of the house in Onslow Square 
 were open to all visitors. Never had 
 McAllister's rooms been crowded with such 
 an assembly of representative men and women, 
 all eager to get a word with Ivan or Olga — 
 the latter for choice. 
 
 The excitement of the long day was too 
 much for her. Hour after hour she lay awake
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 61 
 
 as if under the effect of actual intoxication, the 
 crowd still surging before her, and the hum of 
 mingled voices in her throbbing ear, her 
 exalted imagination magnifying the incidents 
 that recurred to her memory and presenting 
 visions of wildest possibilities in the aspect of 
 probability. 
 
 Yet, wild as these visions were, they 
 scarcely outran the extravagance of society 
 in its enthusiasm. Men and women raved 
 about her beauty, her wit, her exquisite 
 taste, her wonderful voice, her modesty and 
 courage, her figure, her manners, her eyes, her 
 hair — everything, in short, that could be 
 observed and overrated, from her accom- 
 plishments — of which she had but few — to her 
 shoes, which were bought in the Westminster 
 Bridge Road for 7s. lid. 
 
 The gentlemen of the press were not 
 behindhand ; they never are when there is a 
 sensation to be worked. The Times began
 
 62 THE SIN OF 
 
 it with a column and a half describing the 
 extraordinary escape from Siberia of the 
 political exiles, Prince Zassoulich and his 
 daughter ; and the story was duly copied in 
 the course of the week into 365 country 
 papers. The house in Onslow Square was 
 besieged by reporters with confederate artists 
 seeking to obtain interviews for the dailies 
 and weeklies ; and though they were cour- 
 teously but firmly denied admission by 
 McAllister, on the pretext that i the Prince ' 
 did not wish his private misfortunes to be 
 made the subject of public debate, the re- 
 porters got copy for their papers all the 
 same, and the artist waylaid the Kussians in 
 the park, and got to work with his detective 
 camera. ' On the Cliff by the Volga ' was in 
 every shop where music was sold, with a 
 portrait of Olga Zassoulich on the cover 
 and a lithograph of her signature in Russian 
 underneath. Invitations poured in, and it
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 63 
 
 was a matter of daily consultation with 
 McAllister as to which might be declined. 
 
 In the very midst of their success, David 
 McAllister received a telegram from Scotland 
 summoning him to the death-bed of his 
 mother. He took his departure without a 
 moment's delay. Two days later a telegram 
 came from him, informing his wife that Mrs. 
 McAllister was dead, and intimating that she 
 and the girls must come at once to be present 
 at the funeral. 
 
 The blinds went down in Onslow Square, 
 and it was made clear to Zassoulich and 
 01 ga that they must leave. 
 
 Where were they to go ? What was to 
 become of them ? 
 
 There seemed no alternative but to go back 
 to Hound sclitch and return their borrowed 
 furs to the clothes -dealer.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 Any doubt Zassoulich might have fostered 
 about the necessity of quitting the comfort- 
 able quarters in Onslow Square were dis- 
 pelled by a letter marked l private ' which he 
 received from McAllister by the next post to 
 that which brought the news of his mother's 
 death. 
 
 £ My mother's sudden and unexpected 
 demise,' he wrote, 'necessitates my staying 
 in Scotland, if not permanently, at least 
 until her residence is disposed of and her 
 affairs wound up. I need not say how much 
 I regret this abrupt termination to the 
 brilliant series of receptions which I owe to
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 65 
 
 the profound impression you have made on 
 all ranks of society — receptions which not 
 only gratified my vanity, but promised to 
 yield substantial advantage in widening my 
 circle of business acquaintance. I find, how- 
 ever, some consolation in the reflection that 
 the numerous friends you have made in the 
 past three weeks will extend hospitality 
 to you, and exert an influence in your 
 behalf more permanently beneficial than any 
 I could have hoped to provide. . . . Will 
 you excuse the bluntness of a plain man of 
 business if, in conclusion, I beg to speak upon 
 a delicate subject ? As the forms of society 
 may oblige you, in deference to my domestic 
 affliction, to withdraw from the world for a 
 few days, I have instructed my Mr. Phillips 
 to see that you are accommodated in a suit- 
 able hotel and to discharge your obligations 
 up to the 28th inst.' 
 
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 66 THE SIN OF 
 
 1 What's to-day?' asked Zassoulich sharply, 
 as Olga reached this point. 
 
 ' The twenty -fourth.' 
 
 4 That gives us just four days/ he said, 
 with the eagerness of a man telling his last 
 stake. 
 
 ' And after that ?' asked Olga in suppressed 
 terror. 
 
 Zassoulich threw up his hands and 
 shrugged his shoulders ; then, after a 
 moment's silence, he turned sharply in his 
 chair, rested his elbow on the back and his 
 chin in the palm of his hand, and cursed the 
 late Mrs. McAllister between his set teeth. 
 Olga sat with the letter in her lap, looking 
 straight before her as she thought of the 
 luxuries and delights to be given up, the 
 golden possibilities to be abandoned, the shifts 
 and miseries to be faced, the leaden despair to 
 be endured. 
 
 They sat thus quite silent for awhile in
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 67 
 
 the sitting-room, which communicated with 
 their respective bedchambers. A short cough 
 from Mrs. Parker, as she moved noiselessly 
 about the room on the left, preparing her 
 mistress's night toilette; the sound of a brush 
 in the other, as Parker touched up his master's 
 dress-coat, alone broke the stillness. And it 
 is safe to say that these sounds would not 
 have been heard had these estimable servants 
 understood the language in which Olga and 
 her grandfather invariably conversed when 
 alone. 
 
 ' If she had only lasted out another week.' 
 growled Zassoulich, ■ we might have done with- 
 out the McAllisters. This comes just at the 
 wrono* time. That American woman — what's 
 her name? — was pretty nearly a certainty.' 
 
 ' That hideous dry old thing, Miss Baggs?' 
 asked Olga, with a pained compression of her 
 beautiful dark eyebrows. 
 
 ' Doesn't matter to me, my dear, how ugly 
 
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 68 THE SIN OF 
 
 she is — can't see her, thank the Lord. She 
 may be old ; so much the better : wouldn't 
 want a long engagement. And she may be 
 dry, but I know she's rich. When I told her 
 we were ruined, nothing left but a mere 
 competence, she immediately informed me how 
 many thousand ' bar' Is ' of pork her agent had 
 shipped last month, shook hands with me 
 twice at parting, and the second time she 
 regularly squeezed my hand : she's got a grip 
 like — silver. Confoundedly sentimental, to be 
 sure, always wanting to cry; that's her only 
 fault — a fault,' he shifted his position with a 
 sigh, 'which wouldn't have lasted long. She'd 
 have cried enough by the end of the honey- 
 moon, I'll warrant.' 
 
 Zassoulich also had made his mark, but 
 in the midst of success he never lost sight of 
 his necessities. 
 
 It had been otherwise with Olga. She had 
 not picked out one man from the many who
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 69 
 
 sought the depth of her eyes as the one to 
 make her husband. In the delicious forget- 
 fulness of care and self-abandonment to the 
 delight of the moment, all self-seeking had 
 gone from her heart, if ever it had held place 
 there. She had made a thousand rapturous 
 admirers, but not one serious lover. The 
 most innocent girl in society was not more 
 free than she had been from sordid thought 
 or designing action. 
 
 ' What invitations have you got ?' Zassou- 
 lich asked, returning from ideal to practical 
 considerations. 
 
 Olga opened the drawer at her side, and 
 brought out a bulky sheaf of letters. 
 
 1 Read the names,' said Zassoulich, catch- 
 ing the rustle of paper. ' I shall remember 
 them.' 
 
 1 Charles Dexter Dunbar,' Olga read, taking 
 up the first letter that came to hand. 
 
 ' They call him the Right Honourable
 
 70 THE SIN OF 
 
 Charles Dexter Dunbar. A Cabinet Minister 
 in the late Government. Shrewd man — 
 dangerous. Wants to know too much about 
 Moscow society. Got me up in a corner with 
 his questions about the military service of the 
 nobles. Said something about the Russian 
 Embassy, which led me to think they were 
 acquainted. Pass that on — don't like the 
 man.' 
 
 ' His son, Mr. Lesley Dunbar, is very nice,' 
 said Olga, lingering over the letter. 
 1 What is he ?' 
 
 ' I don't think he is anything. I was told 
 he had written a very clever article in a 
 magazine. It was he who suggested that we 
 should write a book about our escape and the 
 mines.' 
 
 ' Ah ! how about that book ? Didn't you 
 get an offer from somebody ?' 
 
 An eminent firm of publishers had made 
 a demand, offering a magnificent price.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 71 
 
 Olga found the letter and read it. Then they 
 were silent for a few minutes, wondering if 
 the money could be earned, Zassoulich 
 swiftly thinking how the incidents of their 
 history might be worked up to their credit, 
 Olga's courage failing as she foresaw how 
 much must be suppressed and garbled. 
 
 ' It might be done,' he said. 
 
 * I could not do it.' 
 
 ' Oh, I could tell you what to say !' 
 
 ' I do not know English well enough. 
 I cannot speak it grammatically. I am 
 ignorant.' 
 
 ' It would be a fine thing to get that young 
 fellow to help you,' said Zassoulich, with a 
 crafty smile. ' You'd hook the fish to 
 a certainty. I know what that kind of 
 collaboration means.' 
 
 Olga reddened, dropping her head. 
 
 4 But the fellow seems to be dependent on 
 his father, and the father would stop the
 
 72 THE SIN OF 
 
 game before it was half finished. Besides, 
 the invitation is only for an evening. We 
 haven't time; and I don't like that right 
 honourable gentleman — find another.' 
 
 Olga set the letter aside, and took up the 
 
 next, ' Major and Mrs. Caldecott ' she 
 
 began. 
 
 ' Stop ; that's the retired officer, isn't it?' 
 
 ' Yes.' 
 
 'He's written a book.' 
 
 1 Xearly everybody in England has,' replied 
 Olga, 'or is going to. Major Caldecott is 
 going to write about his collection of dia- 
 monds; but he told me he could not decide 
 upon the title. " How I got my Black 
 Diamonds," he thought, might be taken for 
 an advertisement of coals.' 
 
 ' His diamonds !' said Zassoulich with 
 unctuous softness. ' I should like to feel 
 them,' opening and closing his hands slowly. 
 1 1 heard that he has sunk all his fortune in
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 73 
 
 those crystals. One of them, I am told, cost 
 £20,000, the finest in the world. Fancy 
 sinking capital in a diamond that can bring 
 no interest ! It means that he pays more 
 than two pounds every day for the pleasure 
 of holding that diamond. He must be a fool. 
 I should like to know him. He might help us 
 to produce our book.' 
 
 'No! no! no!' cried Olga quickly, terrified 
 by the stealthy canning in the old man's 
 face. 
 
 - We were asked to stay at his house, I 
 remember. Where is it V 
 
 Olga turned to the letter with hopeful haste. 
 
 ' " When we return to Pangbourne, May 
 15th," ' she read, adding, in a tone of exulta- 
 tion, ' Three weeks hence.' 
 
 ' Curse the delay ! We have only four 
 days. Read some more.' 
 
 Olga crunched the letter in her hand and 
 slipped it in her pocket, as if putting away
 
 74 THE SIN OF 
 
 the evil. Then she turned quickly to the 
 letters, and ran through many names that 
 have no place now in their history. The 
 invitations were all for evenings, or for 
 periods later in the season, when people 
 open their country houses to visitors. 
 
 ' All evenings,' muttered Zassoulich im- 
 patiently. ' Where are we to live during 
 the day after the 28th V 
 
 No answer to the question was forth- 
 coming that night, and the next day Mr. 
 Phillips came and conducted them to the 
 International Hotel, where he had secured 
 rooms for them with a look-out over the 
 Embankment, 
 
 ' My orders are,' he said, in a low tone 
 before leaving, ' to square up everything on 
 the 28th. I have told my friends, Mr. and 
 Mrs. Meddix, to bring their inventory on 
 that day ; just a form, you know, to make 
 sure, for the satisfaction of all parties, that
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 75 
 
 everything is returned all right. And I have 
 told them also, my lady,' turning to Olga, ' to 
 bring the Prince's original clothes and yours, 
 miss. I have took the liberty,' he added, 
 with a backward glance, to see that the door 
 was closed, ' of having your shirt washed, 
 Prince, and a patch put on the toe of your top 
 boot. Now — er — er,' with some hesitation, as 
 he again turned to Olga, ' I thought that if 
 I came here early in the morning — before 
 the visitors are down, you know — with a 
 four-wheeler, and took you to the little 
 hotel in Whitechapel to do the change of 
 articles, the Prince would feel more com- 
 fortable-like in going out into the street 
 afterwards.' 
 
 Olga turned from the window with sicken- 
 ing dread of the coming degradation, while 
 Phillips, perfectly regardless of everything but 
 his own particular tact and delicacy, continued 
 addressing Zassoulich, who stood curling his
 
 76 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 magnificent moustache with well -sustained 
 dignity under these trying conditions. 
 
 ' You see, Prince, the season for sheepskin 
 coats is over in London, and I thought you 
 might look a little particular going down the 
 Strand in 'em. The little blackguard boys 
 do take such a lot of notice of these things !'
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 Long after Phillips had withdrawn from the 
 room, Zassoulich sat in moody meditation, 
 his back bending under the burden, his 
 shoulders sinking with his courage, despair 
 ageing his face, soul and body unconsciously 
 falling back into the abject condition pre- 
 sented when he shuffled into McAllister's 
 office in Petticoat Lane to beg charity. He 
 saw himself again a beggar, and felt the fall 
 in advance. 
 
 But the shadow of coming events fell even 
 blacker upon Olga. She had more to lose, 
 her enjoyment of life being keener, its plea- 
 sures more extended. Even the horrible
 
 7* THE SIN OF 
 
 experiences of Siberian prisons had failed to 
 crush her pride or destroy her womanly 
 sensitiveness. The coarse ways of poverty 
 were revolting to her finer taste. She had a 
 vivid recollection of that noisome crowd in 
 the Jews' quarter, and of the words repeated 
 significantly by her grandfather, ' This is 
 where the poor live ;' and as she had shrunk 
 from personal contact with the loathsome 
 inmates of the Kameras, she now in spirit 
 shrank from associating with that vile out- 
 pouring of Whitechapel slums. 
 
 At length Zassoulich, bracing himself up 
 with sudden resolution, stretched out his 
 hand and said, ' Olga !' 
 
 ' We are alone/ she responded, without 
 moving from the window. 
 
 ' You must write to McAllister at once. 
 There's no time to lose ; we can't expect an 
 answer to come in less than three days.' 
 
 ' What am I to say to him ?'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 79 
 
 ' Tell him our position.' 
 
 ' He knows it.' 
 
 Zassoulich made an impatient gesture, and 
 continued : 
 
 ' Tell him that no invitation is available 
 for three weeks, and ask him delicately — in 
 a roundabout way, of course — to let us have 
 money as a loan to pay our expenses until 
 then.' 
 
 'How are we to repay a loan V 
 
 ' That's not your affair.' 
 
 ' It is my affair, if I am to write the 
 letter.' 
 
 ' Do as I bid you. I don't choose to con- 
 sider your opinions. Write !' 
 
 Olga stood for a moment irresolute ; then, 
 her pride getting the mastery, she shook her 
 head and cried : 
 
 ' No ! It is too base. I am ashamed to 
 think how much we have already taken from 
 his hand by fraud.'
 
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 ' You'll have to humble yourself and lick 
 the dust, little fool! Sooner or later you 
 must beg ; do you prefer to beg in rags V 
 
 ' Yes — if I must beg.' 
 
 It was not all principle on Olga's part. 
 Adversity was trying her temper as well as 
 the old man's. 
 
 1 Go to your room, idiot,' said Zassoulich 
 furiously; ' and send Parker to me.' 
 
 Olga left the room, and presently Parker 
 took her place. Of course he could write, 
 and Zassoulich did not blush to dictate to 
 him a piteous appeal to David McAllister, 
 in which he made capital of Olga's pride in 
 apologizing for writing through his servant. 
 He was very well content with this effusion, 
 and. sent it off to the post at once. His 
 resentment towards Olga was manifested in 
 a frigid silence when they sat together at 
 lunch, but it gave way of necessity when 
 they went out for a drive in the afternoon,
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 81 
 
 and he assumed his most amiable manner as 
 he leaned back in the victoria left at their 
 disposal b} 7 Mrs. McAllister. 
 
 ' We will get out in the park and walk,' he 
 said. 'We may meet with something.' 
 
 They got down in the Row, and walked 
 slowly along under the elms on the look-out 
 for an early invitation, Olga not without a 
 sense of humiliation, for she realized that 
 this was nothing but a kind of begging in 
 disguise. They met many acquaintances, 
 with whom they stopped to exchange 
 civilities. The old man fished for invita- 
 tions as boldly as he dared, telling how they 
 were compelled to stay at the International for 
 two or three days, and complaining bitttrly 
 of English hotels, but they got no more than 
 the most pressing invitations for odd even- 
 ings in the week following, with an earnest 
 appeal not to forget that it was Thursday 
 evening, or Friday afternoon, or Saturday 
 
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 82 THE SIN OF 
 
 at eight. They walked up and down until 
 the old man's legs ached, and both would 
 fain have sat down ; but between them they 
 had not enough to pay for chairs, ready 
 money being one of the things Mr. Phillips 
 had not felt bound to supply. Nevertheless, 
 they persevered in that terribly urgent quest 
 until Olga told him that scarcely anyone was 
 left in the Park except nursemaids, and then 
 they returned to the victoria and drove back 
 to their hotel in rueful silence. 
 
 They were more lucky the next day. They 
 met the Smythes — the Smythes of Wimble- 
 don. Olga would not have known them 
 had they not introduced themselves, but her 
 grandfather, who had a princely memory, 
 recollected perfectly well the interesting dis- 
 cussion he had shared with Mrs. Smythe. 
 Mrs. Smythe knew the horrors of hotel life, 
 and sympathizing with the Prince in his 
 delicate condition, begged them to come to
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH S3 
 
 Wimbledon on Saturday if they could put up 
 with quite homely entertainment. 
 
 Zassoulich, who could very well have put 
 up with the entertainment of a common 
 lodging - house, was constrained to invent 
 an excuse for deferring his reply to this 
 invitation. As a matter of fact, he did 
 not know where the intervening days of 
 Thursday and Friday were to be spent, and 
 in addition to that, it had yet to be seen 
 whether the clothes-dealer and the Parkers 
 would agree to an arrangement involving 
 future payment, which they had good 
 reason to know must be of a speculative 
 kind. 
 
 It was something, however, to know that 
 a house would be open to them at the end of 
 the week, and Zassoulich still buoyed himself 
 up with the hope of a favourable reply from 
 McAllister to his appeal. 
 
 In the afternoon of the same day, Olga 
 
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 8 4 THE SIN OF 
 
 caught sight of Lesley Dunbar under the 
 elms. As the victoria drew up to the walk, 
 he came to the side, raising his hat. Both 
 he and Olga looked the brighter and happier 
 for this meeting. She liked him better than 
 any man she had met. He was more at his 
 ease, less formal and affected than most ; 
 dark — Olga preferred dark men — not too 
 young, well-built and good-looking, with a 
 sweet mouth and eyes, and an expression 
 almost feminine in its tenderness. One 
 might have thought his character a weak 
 one but for a certain indication of strength 
 in his nose, with its finely-cut and mobile 
 nostrils. Perhaps there was strength, too, 
 as well as weakness in his nature, as in most 
 others. 
 
 1 1 have just left the Caldecotts. They are 
 sitting under the trees there,' he said, when 
 the ordinary greetings were over. 
 
 ' The dear Major,' exclaimed Zassoulich
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 85 
 
 eagerly ; ' I must see him if possible. I 
 want to tell him something that slipped my 
 memory the other night about the emeralds 
 found in the Urals.' 
 
 ' Oh, anything about precious stones will 
 delight him,' said Lesley, smiling. ' May I 
 take you to him ?' 
 
 ' Thank you,' Zassoulich answered, with 
 his courtly acceptance of favours, as he took 
 the young man's arm and stepped down from 
 the carriage. 
 
 k We have been talking about you — that is 
 only natural,' Lesley said, as he gave his hand 
 to Olga. ' Everyone is eager to see you at 
 Pangbourne ; and for once Evelyn will be 
 glad to get away from London.' 
 'Evelyn?' Olga said inquiringly. 
 ' Miss Caldecott, I should have said. It is 
 as natural to call her Evelyn as it is to call 
 you Princess.' Olga acknowledged the com- 
 pliment with an inclination of her head
 
 86 THE SIN OF 
 
 worthy of the title, ' I regard her almost as 
 a sister.' 
 
 ' Does that mean that she is a little less 
 or a little more to you than other young 
 ladies ?' Olga asked. 
 
 ' I don't know how to answer that question 
 to you,' he answered pointedly. 
 
 They joined the Caldecotts, and Lesley, 
 who had hurried off five minutes before to 
 keep an engagement, sat down with the little 
 group, forgetting everything in the magic 
 of Olga's presence. 
 
 The Caldecotts were a family of the ' jolly ' 
 type, emphatically English in appearance. 
 Fair, large, smiling, happy people — father, 
 mother, and daughter — their characteristics 
 were brought out by contrast with Zassoulich 
 and Olga. The Major, who had seen a good 
 bit of fighting in Egypt, looked as little like 
 a military man as Zassoulich, who had never 
 touched a sword in his life, looked like a
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 87 
 
 civilian. He had the appearance of a well- 
 to - do country gentleman, with a fad for 
 model-farming, perhaps. Zassoulich looked 
 like nothing in the world but a soldier. Mrs. 
 Caldecott beamed with smiles, and could look 
 grave only just as long as it took her to 
 discover the cheerful side of a serious sub- 
 ject ; it w r as a pleasure to hear her little fat 
 laugh. 
 
 Evelyn was just such a daughter as such a 
 well -mated pair should produce — a comely, 
 healthy girl of twenty, or thereabouts, with 
 blue eyes and brown hair, and a white nose, 
 and the most cheerful, honest, candid, fearless 
 expression that ever made even plain features 
 lovable. She was not plain, though, but 
 as good-looking a girl as you would find in 
 a country dance, and that is saying a good 
 deal. But between her and Olga there was 
 the difference between white and black. The 
 types were altogether different,
 
 88 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' I may be pretty, and my feet and hands 
 are not too big for my limbs,' she had said, 
 in her loud, outspoken way, when her mother 
 was making comjDarisons with a favourable 
 view to her own child. 'But the Princess is 
 a princess, and she's simply beautiiul ; and as 
 for her hand, I never take it without wanting 
 to kiss it.' 
 
 Zassoulich had already hinted to the Major 
 that he should be glad of his assistance in 
 producing the history of their escape from 
 Siberia, and the Major was eager to begin the 
 work. He would put aside his work on black 
 diamonds for the present, as it was important 
 that the other book should be brought out 
 without delay ; the only possible difficulty he 
 foresaw was the question of opening with a 
 preface. The Major's literary achievements 
 were invariably baulked at the outset by 
 obstacles of this kind. 
 
 1 Are you fond of rowing V asked Evelyn of
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 89 
 
 Olga, as her father and Zassoulich turned the 
 subject of conversation to Siberian emeralds. 
 
 ' I prefer being rowed,' Olga replied. 
 
 ' So much the better ; Lesley and I will do 
 the work, and as 1 row stroke, we shall be able 
 to chat all the while. Lesley, you know, has 
 his bachelor quarters at Pangbourne — such a 
 jolly little box, almost opposite us. We can 
 see his windows from the lawn, and we've a 
 code of signals which we telegraph with our 
 tennis bats ; it's such fun ! Do you like lawn 
 tennis ?' 
 
 ' Of course, there is no doubt about your 
 coming on the loth ?' Mrs. Caldecott said, 
 when the gossip was ended and they were 
 parting company. 
 
 ' Nothing shall prevent us,' replied Zassou- 
 lich, with a profound bow. 
 
 * If McAllister only answers the letter in 
 time!' he murmured prayerfully, as their car- 
 riage moved on, thinking of the Major's
 
 9o THE SIN OF 
 
 diamonds and the careless, go-as-you-please 
 character of the family. The wish found an 
 echo in Olga's heart, as she half turned to 
 give a last bow to Lesley Dunbar. 
 
 David McAllister's reply did come in time. 
 It was among the letters brought to them in 
 their private sitting-room the next morning. 
 
 i Here is one with a Scotch post-mark,' 
 Olga said. 
 
 ' That's it — that's it !' said Zassoulich, 
 rubbing his hands in feverish excitement. 
 ' Read it.' 
 
 Olga read : 
 
 'Sir, 
 
 1 Will you kindly telegraph the address 
 of Princess Rosovski and of your late bankers 
 in Moscow at once ? I am informed, on 
 credible authority, that a convicted thief 
 named Isaakoff has also escaped from Siberia, 
 and is personating Prince Zassoulich.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 91 
 
 Although I have, personally, no doubt what- 
 ever with regard to your identity, you will, I 
 am sure, see the necessity which obliges me 
 to assure myself that I am in treaty with 
 the real Prince Zassoulich before making the 
 pecuniary advance you honour me by demand- 
 ing. By means of the telegraph we shall be 
 able to settle the affair satisfactorily to all 
 parties in a few hours. 
 'I am, sir, 
 
 ' Your obedient servant, 
 
 ' David McAllister.' 
 
 Olga's faltering voice could scarcely struggle 
 through the last lines. As she came to the 
 end the letter dropped from her shaking 
 fingers, and she covered her face with her 
 hands, as if all the world were witness to her 
 shame. 
 
 ' That cursed Zimmerman !' ejaculated Zas- 
 soulich bitterly; then, turning fiercely towards
 
 92 THE SIN OF 
 
 Olga, like a trapped fox snapping at the air : 
 ' Why didn't you write to him ? Why didn't 
 you remind me of my promise to pay him if 
 we succeeded ? He's heard of our success, 
 and taking silence for a sign of treachery, has 
 retaliated with this. Curse him !' 
 
 Olga made no reply. Zassoulich, when 
 the paroxysm of rage was past, rose and 
 slowly walked up and down the room, feeling 
 his way with outstretched hands, his spirit at 
 the same time groping in the dark for points 
 of guidance. 
 
 After awhile, coming back to his chair, he 
 sank down in it with a groan of exhaustion. 
 It was useless to search : nothing was to be 
 found. 
 
 He had no bankers in Moscow — no friends 
 of any credit or position. His knowledge of 
 the contents of those letters purloined from 
 the Princess Rosovski (and since then 
 returned) assured him of her neutrality, but
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 93 
 
 of nothing more. She would not willingly 
 make him an enemy, but he knew that no 
 threat would induce her to commit a fraud. 
 No ; nothing was to be done. As for tele- 
 graphing to McAllister — well, it was some 
 excuse for silence in this direction that they 
 had not the means to pay for a telegram. 
 
 They sat there in silence hour after hour 
 without the wish to go out. What was the 
 good of seeking invitations now, of associating 
 with pleasant people ? In twenty-four hours 
 they would be ragged outcasts in Whitechapel, 
 stripped of their finery, dressed in a strange 
 garb for boys to jeer at, and without one 
 friend in the world. 
 
 At night, when Zassoulich retired to his bed- 
 room — bent, feeble, spiritless, the very picture 
 of despondency — Parker led him to a chair, 
 and having carefully closed the door, returned 
 with his obsequious air, preserved even in 
 the presence of the blind man, and said :
 
 94 THE SIN OF 
 
 1 Will the Prince take a little spirit before 
 undressing V 
 
 He had learnt at the Embassy to address 
 his master in the third person. 
 
 ' Yes, a good deal, and strong,' answered 
 Zassoulich. 
 
 Parker mixed the grog, and put it in his 
 master's hand. Zassoulich drank deeply. 
 Parker took the glass from his hand, and 
 replaced it with a cigarette, applying a light 
 when the old man was ready for it. Zassou- 
 lich, leaning back in the yielding cushions 
 of the saddle-back, exhaled the smoke with a 
 deep sigh, realizing at the last moment the 
 delights of luxury and attention. 
 
 ' May I ask if the Prince will require my 
 services after to-night ?' asked Parker. 
 
 Zassoulich shook his head gloomily. 
 
 ' Mr. Smythe's servant said the Prince was 
 going there on Saturday ; that is why I 
 asked.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 95 
 
 Again Zassoulich shook his head in mourn- 
 ful silence. 
 
 1 Perhaps when the Prince goes into Berk- 
 shire to visit Major Caldecott ?' 
 
 Another melancholy shake of the head upon 
 the pillow was the response. 
 
 ' My wife is so attached to the Princess, 
 and my own position is so exactly what I 
 wanted, that if by any means — by any means,' 
 he repeated, with peculiar emphasis, ' we 
 
 could keep on the engagement -' 
 
 Zassoulich, in the act of raising the cigar- 
 ette to his lips, suddenly arrested his hand ; 
 the lids of his sightless eyes rose on the 
 clouded ball, he ceased to breathe for a 
 moment, then, starting into an upright posi- 
 tion as an idea struck him, he said : 
 ' Parker, have you got money V 
 'A little, Prince.' 
 ' I have none.' 
 ' I am aware of that, Prince.'
 
 96 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH. 
 
 1 Then how do you suppose I am to pay 
 you for your continued service ?' 
 
 ' I do not suppose anything of the kind. 
 But it struck us — my wife and me — that if we 
 accompanied you to that house in Berkshire — 
 Major Caldecott's ' — he turned round to make 
 sure the doors were fast, and, bending over 
 Zassoulich, continued, almost in a whisper, 
 ' ive might pay ourselves /'
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 When Olga woke in the morning from the 
 nightmare that had haunted her the night 
 through, and looked at her watch, she found 
 it was past nine. 
 
 ' Does the Princess wish that I should 
 ring for tea?' asked Mrs. Parker — she was 
 to the full as punctilious as her husband — 
 approaching the bedside as her mistress 
 moved. 
 
 ' No ; we are going away this morning. 
 You were to have called me at seven. Is Mr. 
 Phillips waiting ?' 
 
 Mrs. Parker replied categorically.^ Mr. 
 Phillips had been and gone, leaving his 
 
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 93 THE SIN OF 
 
 respectful compliments to the Princess. She 
 had not woke the Princess at seven, as she 
 seemed then to be sleeping so soundly; and 
 she understood that the Prince had made 
 arrangements to stay at the hotel until 
 Saturday. 
 
 'Where is my grandfather?' asked Olga, 
 perplexed to the last degree by this un- 
 expected turn of events. 
 
 ' The Prince is in his room. He wishes to 
 be undisturbed till Parker returns. My hus- 
 band has gone with Mr. Phillips to arrange 
 some affairs on behalf of the Prince with Mr. 
 and Mrs. Meddix.' 
 
 Olga dared ask no more, and Mrs. Parker's 
 lips remained firmly closed, as if under a seal. 
 At eleven o'clock, Zassoulich entered the 
 sitting-room where Olga waited in restless 
 impatience to know her fate. There was not 
 a trace of last night's dejection in the old 
 man's face as Parker let him in. He was
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 99 
 
 absolutely gay as he saluted Olga. When the 
 door closed, and Olga's hand told him they 
 were alone, he grasped her arm and said : 
 
 ' My dear child, it's all right. That for 
 McAllister, that for Phillips, that for Meddix, 
 and the whole tribe !' and he gave three sound- 
 ing snaps with his right finger and thumb. 
 
 4 Who has done this for us ?' asked Olga. 
 
 ' Parker,' he answered, speaking low. 
 
 ' On what conditions ?' she asked, with 
 quick suspicion, seeking the truth in that face, 
 sometimes so benign, sometimes so crafty in 
 its expression, always to her so terrible in its 
 insincerity. The tone of apprehension in her 
 voice came just in time to put the old man on 
 his guard. His exaltation might have led him 
 to say too much. He also was uncertain how 
 far she was to be trusted ; for though, in the 
 main, she had yielded under the pressure of cir- 
 cumstances, she had rebelled fiercely more than 
 once against his guidance. She was capable 
 
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 ioo THE SIN OF 
 
 of ruining him as well as herself upon some 
 paltry question of principle. Without remorse 
 he would have abandoned her to rot in a ditch ; 
 but he could not do without her; and so, 
 against his stubborn pride, he had to humour 
 her and manage her caprices. 
 
 ' Oh,' he answered easily, ' on condition that 
 we repay them when we can. They know 
 perfectly well that we shall not stay in our 
 present condition longer than we can help. 
 And when we have made our fortunes — as we 
 must make them — the price of their secrecy is 
 the payment of their bill. It's simple enough.' 
 
 ' We enter into a kind of partnership with 
 them,' she said, drawing herself up. 
 
 ' Something like that,' he replied, with a 
 careless movement of his hands. 
 
 ' Partners with our servants,' she said in 
 a tone of disdain. 
 
 Again he made an outward sweep with his 
 hands, as if throwing away care.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 101 
 
 ' It is humiliating,' said Olga, with a fall in 
 her voice, as she sank in a chair. 
 
 The old man ceased to smile, and turned 
 towards her with an angry stamp of his foot. 
 If he had told her the whole truth — that 
 the Parkers were henceforth to be their 
 masters, and they but servants, paid to 
 play a part which would serve their dis- 
 honest ends — Olga might have prated 
 about their humiliation; but to whine at 
 her lot as he represented it was unendur- 
 able. 
 
 1 Do as you please, fool !' he said fiercely. 
 ' Go to the gutter, if you find less humilia- 
 tion there. The choice is open to you ; do 
 you refuse the other course ?' 
 
 '"No; I accept,' Olga answered, after a 
 minute's reflection, in a tone of shame. 
 
 ' Ay, to be sure you do,' he retorted, with 
 a sneer. ' You haven't the courage to sink 
 nor the boldness to rise. What have you to
 
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 do with the question of humiliation ? You 
 have no pride.' 
 
 ' No pride ? I think I have too much for 
 one in my state.' 
 
 ' The pride of a petty shopkeeper, who aims 
 to be respectable, and only cheats within the 
 limits of the law, in marking his goods " first 
 quality " when he knows they're not. The 
 pride of the honest man, who never robbed in 
 his life, but sneaks out of paying here, takes 
 advantage of another's oversight there, and 
 pilfers where he can with safety. If you had 
 pride, you'd rise like an eagle to strike, not 
 creep like rats and vermin on your prey.' 
 
 ' You speak as if fraud were a necessity.' 
 
 ' And so it is, to all who would succeed ; 
 success is in proportion to the fraud. The 
 clever thief is honoured ; the burglar sent to 
 prison. One is made a judge to pass sentence 
 on the other. The blameless man is a cunning 
 hypocrite ; the unmasked villain is a fool. All
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 103 
 
 have something to conceal. No man dares to 
 confess all that he knows about himself. One 
 need not be a keen observer to know that. 
 The book of human nature is open for all to 
 study, and its lesson is this: Trust no one. 
 We differ in degree, but not in kind. In all 
 the world there's not one honest man.' 
 
 The old man was content with himself, as 
 most orators are who have it all their own way 
 in an argument, and, not to spoil a good thing 
 by overdoing it, he said no more upon the 
 subject. His teaching was not without effect 
 upon Olga. She could not oppose her senti- 
 ments to his reasoning, and, indeed, despite her 
 repugnance to his doctrine, she felt that there 
 must be some truth in it. It seemed to her 
 that, in this game of life, those must lose who 
 did not conceal their hands ; and, limited as her 
 experience was, she saw that nearly everyone 
 was, more or less, untrue to himself — each one 
 disguising his true character in some way, and
 
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 assuming (in the simple matter of dress and 
 outward appearances, for example) a state other 
 than his own. And, in assuming a condition 
 to which they were not entitled, were they 
 offending more than those who made a like 
 practice in a minor degree — the servants who 
 strut out on Sundays with the airs of their 
 masters ? Ignoring that their new position 
 entailed anything more than this, she dis- 
 charged her scruples with a sigh, drove 
 through the parks in the afternoons, as 
 usual, and on Saturday descended, all smiles, 
 upon the Smythes, of Wimbledon, 
 
 Nothing in the behaviour of Parker or Mrs. 
 Parker intimated in the slightest degree the 
 change of circumstances. There was an ex- 
 ternal fixity in Mrs. Parker's countenance 
 which it seemed no condition could alter. 
 Olga's only apprehension was caused by that 
 letter from McAllister. One day she spoke on 
 the subject to her grandfather.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 105 
 
 ' You may be sure I have overlooked 
 nothing,' he replied. ' There's only one way 
 in which a Prince could reply to such a letter 
 as that, and a dignified silence is all he will 
 get out of me. There's nothing whatever to 
 fear. It will do him no good, but a great 
 deal of harm, to publish what that rascal 
 Zimmerman has told him ; and he's far too 
 clever to do himself an injury. Society 
 would hold him responsible for introducing 
 us. Even if he wished to injure us— and he 
 has no reason to hate us — it would take him 
 months to bring evidence confirming Zimmer- 
 man's statements. And what then ? If they 
 brought the real Zassoulich from Kara to 
 confront us, we should simply have to say 
 that he was an impostor backed up by the 
 Russian Government, and not we the im- 
 postors. These English will believe anj T - 
 thing you like to say against the Russian 
 Government, and I believe it would be an
 
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 absolute advantage to have the Russian 
 Embassy and all the congregation of the 
 Greek Church against us. Party feeling 
 would be roused, and the ignorant public 
 would be all on our side. Why, these 
 people will absolutely go mad in the defence 
 of a murderer convicted by a judge and jury. 
 What more can we wish for ?' 
 
 Certainly the treatment they received at 
 present left nothing to be desired. Their stay 
 at Wimbledon was made agreeable by every 
 means that consideration and a lavish expen- 
 diture of money could provide, and when 
 they left to go to the Caldecotts, Mrs. Smythe 
 shed tears, so great was the affection she felt 
 for Olga, so great her sympathy and respect 
 for the Prince, and such social distinction had 
 their visit produced. It had been a success 
 all through. The only act that brought the 
 Parkers into notice was one which left a 
 pleasant impression of their honesty. One
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 107 
 
 morning, after a card-party, Parker presented 
 Mr. Smythe with a sovereign, which he said 
 he had picked up on the floor. Of course, for 
 his honesty, he was told to keep it : so he put 
 the piece back in the pocket he had taken it 
 from, getting, at any rate, a good character 
 for his pains. 
 
 Their reception at Pangbourne was marked 
 by no display of special preparation or servile 
 attention. The Caldecotts were accustomed 
 to good living and good society. Anyone 
 invited to their house received a hearty wel- 
 come and the best they had to give. They 
 could offer their visitors no more, and they 
 did not attempt to. The frank, uncon- 
 strained, easy-going manners of this family 
 were a delightful change to Olga from the 
 restless anxiety to give satisfaction which 
 made familiarity with the families at Onslow 
 Square and AVimbledon impossible. She 
 seemed to breathe a new air, pure and whole-
 
 108 THE SIN OF 
 
 some as the breeze that came down from the 
 beech woods : it was good. 
 
 There were no other visitors in the house 
 when they arrived. Lesley Dunbar dropped 
 in after lunch, and the Major having changed 
 his morning suit for flannels and a blazer, 
 they went down to the tennis lawn. As Olga 
 could not play, Mrs. Caldecott took a racquet 
 to make up the set, playing with Lesley 
 against Evelyn and her father. Olga looked 
 on in amazement, the physical exertion of 
 Evelyn astonishing her not less than the 
 agility of the portly Mrs. Caldecott and 
 the vivacity of the burly Major ; and she 
 liked all of them the better because, to 
 her foreign eyes, they appeared a little bit 
 ridiculous, playing like quite young chil- 
 dren. 
 
 ' Oh, my side !' exclaimed the Major, stick- 
 ing his knuckles under his ribs after a severe 
 set, as he came across the lawn to where Olga
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 109 
 
 sat. ' Will you take a ball or two, Miss 
 Zassoulich ?' 
 
 ' Oh, no — no — no !' she replied. ' I must 
 wait till I'm acclimatized/ 
 
 * I should have thought you capable of 
 anything after Siberia/ said Lesley. 
 
 ' My sufferings up to now,' she replied, 
 turning upon him with a flash of humour in 
 her eyes, ; have been passive.' 
 
 She watched Evelyn and Lesley closely, 
 with feminine interest in the attachment she 
 believed to exist between them. 
 
 ' Thank you, Les/ called Evelyn in her full 
 contralto, indicating the balls she wanted as 
 she pushed back the hair from her moist brow. 
 Instead of bringing the balls to her hand with 
 a compliment, he sent them to her feet with a 
 sweep of his bat, continuing his conversation 
 with the Major. 
 
 Olga could not imagine young people — 
 even though they were English — loving in
 
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 this cavalier fashion ; and watching them still, 
 from day to day, she became convinced that, 
 though a man could entertain a strong affec- 
 tion for a woman with whom he was on such 
 terms of familiar equality, he could never love 
 her passionately. No, the grand passion was 
 impossible with lawn tennis. Perhaps that 
 is why she never tried to play the game 
 seriously. 
 
 As she became better acquainted with the 
 Caldecotts she liked them more ; their 
 undisguised defects, their unpretentious vir- 
 tues, endeared them to her, and restored her 
 shaken belief in human honesty, setting up 
 again the lovable god of Truth which her 
 grandfather had overthrown. Here was a 
 living refutation of his sweeping cynical 
 generalities. All men were not alike base. 
 Here were those who had no secrets to 
 conceal.
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 One extreme produced another. From 
 believing that all must conceal their hands, 
 Olga flew to the conclusion that Evelyn must 
 show all her cards. She said to herself that a 
 girl so fearless and outspoken could not love 
 Lesley Dunbar without letting it be known. 
 And there was no motive for concealment. 
 She was not aware that we would rather not 
 have it known that we have any feeling at all, 
 and that an English girl makes a secret of 
 being: in love almost as if it were a shameful 
 thing. 
 
 One day Olga said, with a view to 
 confirming her belief, ' I want to ask you
 
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 something : Do English girls ever fall in 
 love ?' 
 
 Evelyn rested on her oars — she was 
 paddling her friend among the backwaters — 
 looked at her in amazement for a few 
 moments, and then, reddening to her temples, 
 replied : 
 
 1 Rather !' with a strong emphasis on the 
 first syllable. 
 
 ' When you say you are rather angry you 
 mean not very much. Does the word apply 
 to love in the some way ?' 
 
 ' Oh no ! It's not at all the same thino-. 
 
 o 
 
 Rather is slang. I should have said "very 
 much " — oh, some girls are awfully spoony !' 
 
 1 Spoon-ie — what is that ?' 
 
 ' Why, you know when a man makes a 
 dreadful donkey of himself, we call him a 
 spoon ; and when he talks a lot of nonsense 
 to you, he is spooning ; and when both parties 
 behave like a pair of stupids, then they're
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 113 
 
 spoony.' She was silent a moment, and then, 
 as the vision of two lovers walking as if moon- 
 struck side by side, with not a word to say to 
 each other, came before her imagination, tick- 
 ling her sense of humour, she laughed, a blush 
 flushing her pretty face, and added, in a tone 
 of expostulation, c Oh ! it is frightfully silly 
 when you come to think of it, isn't it ?' 
 
 'No; I do not think so,' answered Olga, 
 to whose mind the idea of love brought no 
 ridiculous image. ' Love to me, though I 
 have not loved, appears very beautiful and 
 very terrible : like the waves of the sea, 
 that nothing can stay — like the lightning 
 out of the sky !' 
 
 1 1 dare say it does,' said Evelyn gravely, 
 suddenly awed by Olga's earnestness. ' It 
 is so different with you. Your books are all 
 tragic ; your love never brings happiness. 
 I suppose we are not so much in earnest. 
 I wonder why that is?' She raised her 
 
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 eyebrows, and looked reflectively in the 
 water, resting on her oars. Olga waited, 
 silent, for the result of her meditations, and 
 presently she continued : ' I suppose it's 
 because we in England have so much free- 
 dom. You out of it are so restricted before 
 marriage.' 
 
 ' What difference does that make ? Our 
 hearts beat just the same.' 
 
 ' Yes ; but, you see, we can get all our 
 flirting done before marriage. And then, if 
 difficulties arise, the consequences are not so 
 terrible. If we can't agree, we change our 
 affections. We can separate and be happy, 
 but you can't do that if you're married, and 
 then the trouble comes.' 
 
 1 Do you flirt ?' asked Olga, point-blank, 
 encouraged by the candour in Evelyn's 
 face. 
 
 ' Oh, we all do ! We pretend we don't, 
 but we do f
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 115 
 
 ' Not when you are engaged ?' 
 
 Evelyn was silent a moment, and then 
 she laughed, her sense of humour again 
 stirred by the memory of her own delin- 
 quencies, in spite of her belief that she 
 should one day marry Lesley. 
 
 ' I think we're rather worse when we're 
 engaged than when we're not ; the tempta- 
 tion to be mischievous is so delightfully 
 irresistible.' 
 
 ' And that does not lead to serious 
 consequences ?' Olga asked. 
 
 ' Of course, we have dreadful quarrels — I 
 speak in a general sense, you know, because 
 I am not really engaged — but the reconcilia- 
 tion after is so delicious that it's quite worth 
 a little rupture to get it.' 
 
 c But suppose there is no reconciliation ?' 
 Olga persisted. 
 
 ' Oh, then there's a good deal of crying ! 
 And we mope and look miserable, and papa
 
 n6 THE SIN OF 
 
 has to take us down South for three or 
 four months. And we generally come 
 back desperately in love with somebody 
 else/ 
 
 6 Nothing worse than that V Olga asked, 
 smiling. 
 
 ' Not in ordinary cases. We never throw 
 vitriol in each other's faces, or shoot our- 
 selves, or go on in that way — not people in 
 our class of society.' 
 
 Olga's conscience was appeased. Surely 
 Evelyn could not speak in this strain were 
 she deeply in love with Lesley. The fact 
 that they were not engaged showed that 
 their feeling did not amount to a passion. 
 
 At that moment he who was in the 
 thoughts of both — Lesley — came plunging 
 down the steep side of the wooded hill. 
 
 ' Mind the quarry, Les !' Evelyn cried, 
 recognising his gray suit through the under- 
 wood.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 117 
 
 He came over the gravel-cutting with a 
 six-foot drop, and stood panting on the bank, 
 hat in hand, radiant as Apollo. 
 
 1 Why, however did you find us ¥ asked 
 Evelyn, her eyes aglow with admiration of 
 his handsome figure and manly vigour. 
 
 ' Thine eyes are loadstars, and thy tongue 
 sweet air,' he said, smiling. ' I heard you 
 laugh on the top of the hill. It's as good as 
 a foghorn.' 
 
 ' A man might say such a thing as that 
 to a sister, but to a girl he loved, never,' 
 Olga said to herself. 
 
 * Oh, I know I've got a voice like a man's,' 
 Evelyn retorted, laughing at her own expense. 
 She liked Lesley's chaff, knowing how ten- 
 derly considerate he could be in season. 
 ' Where did you find those wind-flowers ?' 
 
 ' On the top of the hill; the whole place 
 is white with them, where it's not blue with 
 hyacinths. May I ¥ he a^ked, bending for-
 
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 ward and throwing the little bouquet of wild- 
 flowers at Olga's feet. 
 
 She took them up, giving hirn that long 
 lingering smile which invariably upsets the 
 coolest man's equanimity. 
 
 ' Oh, I must have some for the dining- 
 table ; the gardeners won't let us take any 
 more flowers from the houses.' 
 
 1 The hill is too steep for Miss Zassoulich 
 just here, but there's a practicable path about 
 a hundred yards further on.' 
 
 After a brief discussion the boat was 
 drawn in, and Evelyn steadied it with a 
 scull, while Lesley helped Olga to land. 
 The cold winds of the late spring had sud- 
 denly given place to the warmth of summer, 
 and Olga wore for the first time a black-lace 
 dress with net sleeves, through which her 
 beautifully rounded arms looked like marble. 
 Her close-fitting bodice, cut low in the 
 throat, pronounced the feminine grace of
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 119 
 
 her figure. A lar^e lace hat made a dark 
 setting to her white face. Evelyn, in a 
 rigid straw hat and boating costume — her 
 most becoming dress in Lesley's eyes 
 hitherto — looked almost masculine by her 
 side, and her movements by comparison 
 ungainly. 
 
 When they reached the narrow path, 
 Evelyn, eager to get the anemones, went on 
 first. 
 
 ' Will you leave me here till you have 
 taken Miss Caldecott up V Olga asked. 
 
 ' Oh !' he replied with a laugh, ' she 
 would not accept my help if I offered it. 
 She's too proud of her independence for 
 that.' 
 
 ' It is strange to be proud of that.' 
 ' Do you think so ?' 
 
 ' Yes. Because it is a great pleasure to 
 accept assistance.' She laid her hand upon 
 his offered arm.
 
 120 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' Not greater pleasure than it is to give 
 it,' Lesley answered fervently. 
 
 ' That is more than a compliment : it is a 
 truth. Oh, the strong and the weak should 
 be friends, for one must have something to 
 worship and the other to cherish. I would 
 not be independent to lose so much, and gain 
 so little.' 
 
 ' I am glad of it. I think you must give me 
 your hand over this part/ he added, retaining 
 for a brief instant that soft hand, though 
 the rougher part was crossed — * especially at 
 this moment.' 
 
 The contact of their hands thrilled him 
 through, the perfume from her glove rose 
 to his brain like the fume of a narcotic, the 
 glance of her soft, dark eyes went to his very 
 soul ; his pulse throbbed with an ecstasy he 
 had never known till now, and in that 
 in tetant a mad desire to retain her hand, to 
 go further, seized him. Then an exclama-
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 121 
 
 tion from above, as Evelyn caught sight of 
 the anemones, brought him back to his 
 senses ; he relinquished her hand, and they 
 went on in perfect silence, Lesley embarrassed 
 by the demand upon his self-restraint, Olga 
 occupied in speculation upon the signifi- 
 cance of that momentary but unmistakable 
 demonstration. 
 
 There was no occasion to offer his arm 
 again — the path was less difficult, and Olga 
 had to take up her skirt — so he folded his 
 hands resolutely behind him; but the desire 
 to linger on the way, to take her hand again, 
 to look into her eyes for some encouraging 
 light in their depths, was felt none the less 
 because it had to be suppressed. Even that 
 silent embarrassment added a piquant, charm 
 to the situation, 
 
 ' This man will ask me to be his wife if I 
 give him the opportunity,' Olga said to her- 
 self; 4 and why shouldn't I ? Evelyn's feeling
 
 122 THE SIN OF 
 
 for him can be nothing more than friendship — 
 fellowship — affection, at the most. If she 
 loved him, would not her eyes detect what is 
 clear to mine ? If she loved him, could she 
 wish to be independent — would she abandon 
 him to me ?' 
 
 Meanwhile poor Evelyn was bending down 
 among the anemones, hurriedly gathering the 
 flowers she distinguished through the gather- 
 ing mist in her eyes, with a grievous pain in 
 her heart. She was only too conscious of 
 her own shortcomings. That allusion to her 
 laugh — uttered carelessly, without an unkind 
 thought, she knew — rankled in her memory. 
 She knew she was boisterous, and that her 
 laugh was loud ; she almost feared that her 
 manner was wanting in delicate tone. She 
 knew that she compared unfavourably with 
 Olga, and that by no effort could she ever 
 hope to be so fascinating. And she knew now 
 that Lesley only loved her as he would have
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 123 
 
 loved his sister had he had one, and not as a 
 man loves a girl whom he desires to make his 
 wife. She knew that he was lingering down 
 there to be alone with Olga. ' And he wishes 
 me twenty miles away,' she said to herself, 
 with a furtive glance behind, to see that they 
 were not yet in sight, and then a quick search 
 for her handkerchief, to brush away the 
 gathered tear. Oh, she was not blind — 
 choking down a little sob — to Olga's in- 
 fluence over him — the growing infatuation he 
 manifested in her presence. And she over- 
 stepped the truth in estimating Olga's feelings 
 towards him. ; She loves him, and no wonder,' 
 she said. That was an error. Olga did not 
 love him ; she had rather a contempt for him, 
 believing he must be weak to be so quickly 
 won. Evelyn saw the drift of her questions 
 — in that attributing unjustly an oblique 
 inquiry to Olga of which she was innocent. 
 But not for the world would she have said a
 
 124 THE SIN OF 
 
 word to betray her own feeling in the matter, 
 to impede the free course of her rival. Not 
 to secure her lover would she have loitered on 
 the way, preventing their intercourse. She 
 would not accept part of Lesley's heart ; if it 
 could not be wholly hers, she would do 
 nothing to bind him to the tacit engagement 
 that had existed between them. She had too 
 much pride for that. 
 
 Another observer had marked the tendency 
 of Lesley's affection to estrangement. The 
 Right Hon. Charles Dexter Dunbar usually 
 ran down at the end of the week and spent a 
 couple of days with his son, and very little 
 escaped his observation wherever he went. 
 
 ' A very fascinating young woman, this Olga 
 Zassoulich,' he said to his son one evening, 
 when they were returning from the Caldecotts. 
 
 ' Isn't she, sir ?' Lesley replied, eagerly 
 responsive. 
 
 ' Charming in every way.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 125 
 
 ' Her romantic story adds so greatly to 
 one's interest,' Lesley suggested. 
 
 'Without that her position would not be 
 the brilliant one it is. Bubbles are brilliant, 
 too ; they invariably burst, and their end is, 
 more or less, an unpleasant mess.' 
 
 i I don't quite see the connection, sir.' 
 
 ; I was thinking of the Zassoulich reputa- 
 tion, and of something I heard from the 
 Russian Ambassador on Wednesday. He has 
 telegraphed to St. Petersburg, and been told 
 in reply that Prince Zassoulich and his 
 daughter are still in safe keeping at Kara.' 
 
 1 Oh, the Russian Government would 
 naturally say anything to damp public 
 sympathy with escaped political exiles.' 
 
 1 It is possible. On the other hand, David 
 McAllister frankly told me that he knew 
 nothing about these people, except that they 
 came with a letter of recommendation from a 
 business correspondent in Hamburg. We may
 
 126 THE SIN OF 
 
 learn the truth some day. Meanwhile, our 
 attitude should be one of prudent reserve. 
 They profess to be ruined. That may be only 
 a faqon de parler. Do you know anything 
 certainly about their pecuniary position ?' 
 
 ' Less than I know of my own/ said Lesley 
 pointedly. 
 
 1 There is no reason why you should not 
 know your position clearly. It is best you 
 should. When you marry, or choose to take 
 the management of your own fortune — 
 to-morrow, if you will — you will have 
 £10,000. This is as much as I can afford 
 to give you at present. It is not a large 
 fortune, but, if you marry well, it may serve 
 until our party comes in again. Caldecott 
 says he shall give Evelyn £20,000, or the 
 equivalent, when she marries.' 
 
 Lesley found this turn of conversation in 
 some way repugnant to his feelings, and said 
 nothing.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 127 
 
 1 It would be very unwise/ the Right Hon. 
 continued, in his measured tones, after walking 
 a dozen yards in silence, ' to jeopardize the 
 chance of getting such a wife as Evelyn will 
 make, with a fortune of £20,000.' 
 
 ' How do you mean, sir ?' 
 
 ' I mean it would be highly imprudent 
 to entangle yourself in a liaison with Miss 
 Zassoulich.' 
 
 ' Miss Zassoulich !' Lesley exclaimed. 
 1 Why, I am virtually engaged to Evelyn.' 
 
 ' That is why I pointed out that it would be 
 unwise to yield to the fascination of Miss 
 Zassoulich,' said the sententious ex-Minister, 
 with a dry cough.
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 With a hammock chair in one hand and a 
 magazine in the other, Lesley strolled out 
 from his breakfast-room to enjoy a quiet pipe. 
 It was the morning after his talk with the 
 Right Honourable, and his eyes, in glancing 
 across the river, fell on the great cedar on the 
 Caldecotts' lawn. He stopped short, and, 
 puffing slowly at his pipe, asked himself 
 seriously if there was anything in what his 
 father had said. Had he gone too far with 
 Olga Zassoulich ? Of course he had been 
 attracted by her. He admired her very much 
 — everybody did. And perhaps he had been 
 particular in his attentions ; and, well, there
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 129 
 
 was no good in blinking the fact : she had 
 fetched him considerably. But he had been 
 fetched before by a dozen — a score of pretty 
 girls. It was nonsense to suppose that either 
 he or Evelyn was so desperately in love with 
 each other that they could not think of any- 
 one else ; that was the sort of thing that 
 could only exist in a novel, and a very poor 
 one, too, an exclusive devotion as absurd in 
 theory as it was in fact. The question w r as, 
 had he gone such lengths as to affect his 
 relations with Evelyn, or even to give her real 
 cause of complaint ? Because, if he had gone 
 so far, he certainly ought to pull up sharp. 
 Not for the reasons suggested by his father. 
 4 Thank God,' he parenthesized, ' I've never 
 thought of what I should get by marrying her 
 besides a jolly good wife ;' but because Evelyn 
 was the last person in the world upon whom 
 he would inflict pain if he could help it — jolly 
 old girl ! No, upon impartial consideration, 
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 setting down the hammock chair, and bump- 
 ing himself into it with an easy conscience and 
 the satisfaction that springs from the know- 
 ledge of that possession, he might conclude 
 that he had not gone too far. Besides, 
 Evelyn was always sharp enough to discover 
 his small flirtations, and fearless enough to 
 let him know what she thought of him when 
 her opinion was deprecatory, and as she had 
 never said a word about Olga, it was clear she 
 acquitted him of any misbehaviour. Still, for 
 her sake, he would be on his guard ; and, in 
 truth, one needed all one's self-possession 
 under the dark eyes of that lovely little 
 
 Russian, who 
 
 Just at that moment a flash of white on 
 the Caldecotts' lawn broke off his reflec- 
 tions, and he started to his feet with an 
 eagerness not stimulated by the hope of see- 
 Evelyn, for when he discovered it was 
 she, he turned to the railing by his side,
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 131 
 
 and gravely knocked the ashes out of his 
 pipe. 
 
 A wave of repentance surged over him, and 
 as he looked again across the river, his face lit 
 up with warm affection. He signalled to 
 Evelyn with the magazine ; then ran down to 
 the water's edge, stepped into his dingy, and 
 pulled across the stream. 
 
 She smiled a welcome upon him as he 
 pulled to the shore, having come down the 
 lawn with the hope that he would see her. 
 
 ' What are you going to do, Eve, to-day V 
 he asked. 
 
 1 No engagements,' she replied, with a shrug 
 and a cheerful shake of the hand. 
 
 ' .Will you go fishing with me — lovely 
 morning for the water ?' 
 
 ' Lovely ! I should like it ; you know that. 
 Then, with a little hesitation in her voice, she 
 asked, < Shall I fetch Olga ?' 
 
 'Is it necessary V he asked, after a pause, as 
 
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 132 THE SIN OF 
 
 he tilted his hat to shield his eyes from the 
 sun. 
 
 ' Papa said he certainly would begin the 
 book this morning ; he asked her quite 
 earnestly last night to meet him in the library 
 at eleven. But ' — after a little struggle with 
 her conscience — * he has said that every night 
 regularly, and ' 
 
 ' Oh no ! We'll leave her out. Can't talk 
 and fish too. Let them know you're going 
 down stream with me, and I'll pull over for 
 the rods.' 
 
 She nodded and he pushed off. 
 
 4 Oh, Les,' she called, after going a step 
 towards the house, ' shall I come in this 
 dress,?' 
 
 Lesley shifted his position to examine her. 
 He had not remarked what sort of dress she 
 wore. Yet she had put it on for the first time 
 that morning, in the hope that he would like 
 her in it, having had it made expressly to fit
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 133 
 
 close to her figure, and lacecl her corsets to 
 accommodate her figure to the dress. 
 
 ' Oh, heavens, you can't pull in that thing !' 
 he exclaimed, seeing nothing but its unfitness 
 for the occasion. l Slip on your old boating 
 dress ; that's the only wear.' 
 
 It was a little bit disheartening, especially as 
 she had overcome her pride and many stubborn 
 resolutions to maintain her own character when 
 she had this dress made like Olga's, with the 
 self admission that it was to win his approval. 
 
 ' Oh, never mind,' she said to herself. ' It 
 serves me right for putting on this hateful 
 thing, and trying to look smaller than I am. 
 If he doesn't like me as Nature has made me, 
 he can never like me at all.' 
 
 Her spirits revived when she had taken off 
 the new dress and slipped on her flannels. 
 
 ' Oh ! that's ever so much better,' she said, 
 looking at herself in the glass. ' I do look 
 English, anyhow.'
 
 134 THE SIN OF 
 
 As she went down through the garden she 
 plucked a flower for her dress, excusing 
 Lesley in advance for overlooking her 
 feminine requirements in the preoccupation 
 of getting the lines together. She carried it 
 in her hand, though, out of sight, in case, 
 despite all, he had recollected his old practice 
 of bringing her a flower. And he had thought 
 of it, bless his kind heart ! He was waiting 
 for her at the water's edge, trimming the 
 thorns from the stem of a rose. 
 
 They pulled up towards Streatley on the 
 look-out for likely places, and selected a corner 
 where they had fished a hundred times before. 
 It was not a good place for fish from an 
 angler's point of view, but for that reason 
 they were more likely to have it to themselves, 
 and not be bothered by the proximity of other 
 fishers. There was a pleasant view of golden 
 meadows opposite, the trees afforded shade 
 from the sun, and one could throw a line
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 135 
 
 without getting it mixed up with the boughs 
 overhead. Evelyn knew every tuft of bending 
 sedge and every willow around them, and loved 
 them for the sake of the dear memories they 
 revived, and it was perfect happiness to sit 
 there and dream, watching her float as it went 
 peacefully down with the current, with the 
 consciousness that Lesley was sitting quite 
 close to her, and inhaling with gladness an 
 occasional whiff of smoke from his pipe. 
 There was not much sport, but that didn't 
 matter. Over and over again they had been 
 told that they must bait overnight and get up 
 at daybreak, and fish with worms or gentles, 
 or some other horrid, wriggling thing. But 
 they preferred to come clown in this way, 
 and bait with pellets of bread-crumbs and 
 fish in that artless way, even if they caught 
 nothing. 
 
 When they had been ' fishing' (the turned 
 commas are necessary) for about nn hour,
 
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 Evelyn purposely threw her line at the wrong 
 moment, and got it entangled with Lesley's, 
 just to see if he would be as patient with her 
 as ever. 
 
 4 1 knew you would !' he said, with a touch 
 of vexation in his voice. * You always do, 
 just as I'm going to get a bite.' 
 
 He held up the tangled lines ruefully ; 
 their eyes met, and they burst into a laugh 
 at their own expense. Turning round on 
 the thwarts, face to face, they set to work 
 to unravel the knots, helping each other, 
 hindering each other, wasting an hour without 
 a moment's regret — with positive delight to 
 Evelyn. 
 
 1 I suppose it's time to think of going home 
 to lunch,' she said with a sigh, when their 
 lines were at length separated. 
 
 ' Lunch ! But we've caught nothing yet !' 
 Lesley said, with vehemence. 
 
 ' We never do.' she replied with a smile ;
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 137 
 
 ' except that day when we caught three. 
 Don't you remember ?' 
 
 ' I should think I did !' 
 
 Then they fell into a chatting reminiscence 
 of bygone expeditions they had made to- 
 gether since the day when Leslie, having 
 half-a-crown given him on his twelfth birth- 
 day, bought two rods and lines complete, 
 and sixpenny worth of hardbake, and took 
 Evelyn, then about eight, to fish for ' real 
 big uns.' 
 
 ' What glorious days we've spent on this 
 beautiful old river, you and I !' Lesley said, 
 in conclusion. 
 
 Evelyn could hardly reply for the emotion 
 that choked her as she thought of all this 
 happiness gone by now. 
 
 Lesley would not hear of going home to 
 lunch — that was quite against ancient usage. 
 When it was known that they had gone 
 fishing, the cook would understand that she
 
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 would have to put dinner back half an hour. 
 But being hungry, they struck fishing for 
 the morning and pulled up to Streatley in 
 good style, and there they went to an excel- 
 lent inn, where one can get a famous beef- 
 steak pie and capital brown ale, if nothing- 
 else. After lunch they returned to the 
 river and found another familiar nook, where 
 they tied the boat up to the willows 
 and lingered in delectable idleness till the 
 shadows grew long. Then in the evening 
 they parted at the foot of the lawn, and 
 Evelyn, though she could not tear herself 
 away from the waters edge until Lesley 
 landed and waved his hand from the other 
 side, was glad he had declined to come over 
 in the evening ; she wanted to store this 
 day's happiness in her memory, to recall 
 in the future without one regretful pang. 
 For, despite her tender joy, her cherished 
 hope, a vague presentiment filled her mind,
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 139 
 
 which might have been translated into such 
 words as these: 
 
 4 1 shall see Lesley no more as I have seen 
 him to-day. This is the farewell to the past. 
 Never again shall we idle away a summer's 
 day together.'
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 4 Oh, it's all right !' said Lesley to himself, 
 with cheerful self-satisfaction, as he carried 
 the rods up from the boat. ' I'm not such a 
 weak-kneed ass that I can't go over a rough 
 bit of road without stumbling. Evelyn's the 
 wife for me — a dear chum, a loyal, affectionate, 
 honest ' — there was a mental pause, the occa- 
 sion calling for an endearing diminutive, and 
 then he added, as a diminutive seemed out of 
 place applied to a girl of Evelyn's proportions 
 — ' brick of a girl ! ' 
 
 Confident in his own strength, he accepted 
 without reluctance an invitation to dine with 
 the Caldecotts the next evening.
 
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 The wind had changed in the night, and 
 in the morning the rain came down with a 
 steady persistence that allowed no hope of a 
 break for the next twelve hours. About 
 mid-day the Major received a telegram from 
 Lord George Betterton at Marlowe, running 
 thus : ' A boating party of ladies and gentle- 
 men coming down from Oxford, we find 
 ourselves weatherbound in this detestable 
 hole, with no distraction but a local paper of 
 the week before last. We are seven. What 
 shall we do ?' 
 
 The genial Major's reply was prompt : 
 
 ' Come on here by next train, and wait for 
 better days.' 
 
 At the same time he sent a telegram 
 to Chappel's requesting that a quadrille 
 quartette should be sent down ; and then 
 despatched a dozen notes of invitation to 
 friends in the neighbourhood, calling upon 
 them to assist at an informal dance in the
 
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 evening. The boating party arrived in the 
 afternoon. All were more or less well known 
 by the Caldecotts ; and after an excellent 
 dinner, at which the jovial hospitality of 
 the host put everyone at ease, followed by 
 coffee and cigarettes in the library, the party 
 adjourned to the long drawing-room, which 
 had been cleared for the dance, and where 
 the quartette were already tuning their 
 instruments. 
 
 ' Which will he dance with first ?' That 
 question had been uppermost in Evelyn's 
 mind since the question of dancing had been 
 settled in the morning. It was also present 
 in Olga's thoughts as Lesley strolled in from 
 the library, and her eyes shone upon him 
 kindly. Not only did she like him better than 
 any Englishman she had ever met, but she 
 recognised, by his supple figure and easy 
 grace, that he was the best dancer in the 
 room. He was not unconscious of her soft
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 143 
 
 glance. It made his pulses beat quicker, 
 but he was still firm in his allegiance to 
 Evelyn — at least, in its outward form — and 
 after a few words in passing, he left Olga 
 to her little circle of admirers and joined 
 Evelyn, at that moment crossing the room 
 alone. 
 
 ' You haven't engaged yourself to anybody 
 for the first dance ?' he asked. 
 
 i Of course I have not,' she answered with a 
 warm smile. 
 
 Then he gave her his arm, and they walked 
 up and down the room, chatting with an un- 
 wonted restraint, for both were thinking about 
 Olga and trying to disguise their thoughts. 
 It was a relief when the waltz began and they 
 could be silent. 
 
 Evelyn danced well, and in that dance heart 
 and feet were one in a yearning endeavour 
 to be lighter, lighter, lighter ! She had never 
 danced so well before, but Lesley did not
 
 144 THE SIN OF 
 
 notice that. What he remarked was the 
 wonderful facility with which Olga accommo- 
 dated herself to our English step, the perfect 
 grace of her movements, and her lingering 
 smile as they passed. 
 
 He sought her eagerly when he left Evelyn 
 after that waltz. 
 
 1 1 fear there is no chance of taking you out 
 for the next dance,' he said, as she turned from 
 Better ton to meet him. 
 
 4 I have accepted no partner,' she answered. 
 ' I waited ' 
 
 ' For me ? 
 
 1 For the best dancer,' she replied, laying 
 her hand lightly on his offered arm. 
 
 Her dancing was a revelation to Lesley of 
 a delight unknown till then. Her yielding 
 waist and clinging hand, the perfume of her 
 hair, the flash of her eyes, communicated to 
 him something of the self-abandonment to 
 voluptuous ecstasy to which she yielded under
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 145 
 
 the sensuous influence of music and motion. 
 Evelyn passed unseen. He saw nothing but 
 the beautiful face against his shoulder. Before 
 they separated he had exacted a ready promise 
 for every third dance of the evening. 
 
 When he did not dance with 01 ga he 
 chose for partners the plainest girls in the 
 room, or Evelyn. And Evelyn, observing 
 this, perceived the truth, and said to herself 
 bitterly : ' He dances with me, not because it 
 gives him pleasure, but because he thinks it 
 pleases me.' 
 
 Her step was no longer light after that. 
 She had no heart to dance, and when he 
 came again and asked for her hand, she 
 pleaded fatigue, and declined. 
 
 Then she escaped from the room, knowing 
 by the quick glance he shot across at a group 
 close by that he would take advantage of his 
 release to get another dance with Olga, She 
 did not wish to see them dance again. It 
 
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 made her feel wicked : not with hatred of her 
 rival — she was too generous for that — but 
 with jealous envy and self- disgust. 
 
 The library windows were open to admit 
 the air ; the clouds had broken up. Now and 
 then the moon passed the silver edging of the 
 great cumuli and traversed a space of deepest 
 blue. It was soft and still on the terrace. 
 She strolled along till she came to a column 
 supporting the portico, and then, leaning upon 
 the rail, secure from observation, she pressed 
 her burning cheek against the cold stone, and 
 looked up at the tranquil moon with agony in 
 her heart. 
 
 ' What a glorious night !' exclaimed Lesley 
 in a low tone of delight, as he led his partner, 
 after the dance, to the conservatory at the end 
 of the room. ' Look at the moon ! I should 
 think the nightingales are serenading her.' 
 
 1 The nightingales ! What is that ?' asked 
 Olga.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 147 
 
 c I don't know the Russian for it, but it's a 
 lovely little songster, at his best on such a 
 night as this. Shall we go out ?' 
 
 She held up her mantilla, and he arranged 
 it about her shoulders tenderly. Then they 
 went out through the conservatory on to the 
 gravel path just below the terrace. They 
 waited some minutes in silence, his arm trem- 
 bling a little under the light hand that rested 
 upon it ; and then of a sudden the nightin- 
 gale began, 'Yug, yug, yug.' They turned 
 a little towards the lilac from which the sons: 
 came, so that the light of the moon fell full 
 upon them. He raised his finger, and then 
 his hand, as if drawn by some subtle influ- 
 ence, fell softly upon hers, and closed upon 
 it as he looked into her eyes. 
 
 There was no cry of despair from a breaking 
 heart to strike his conscience with a sense of 
 guilt ; not a movement broke the silence but 
 the long-drawn-out ' pur — pur — pur ' of the 
 
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 148 THE SIN OF 
 
 nightingale, followed by his joyous, rollicking 
 1 rill, rill, rill, rill, rill.' Yet the passionate 
 impulse that led him to take Olga's hand in 
 his, the delicious joy of possession that trans- 
 ported him as Olga, yielding her hand without 
 resistance, turned her eyes, glistening in the 
 moonlight, slowly to his, was swiftly followed 
 by a pang of remorse as she drooped her head 
 and waited, with a smile on her lips, for the 
 declaration of love and the offer of marriage 
 which ought to follow. He unclasped her 
 hand, conscience-smitten, as a vision of Evelyn 
 flashed upon his imagination. He saw, as 
 distinctly as if he had turned and looked up 
 at the terrace, those mirthful, loving eyes of 
 hers tilled with sad reproach. 
 
 ' What have I done ?' he asked himself in 
 that instant, with contrition in his heart. He 
 felt not only treacherous to her, but faithless 
 to himself, the destroyer of her happiness and 
 of his own self-respect.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 149 
 
 There was no formal engagement between 
 
 them, and for that reason he felt the tie more 
 
 binding — so much being left to his honour. 
 
 On the other hand, he had as yet made no 
 
 offer to Olga. He might have left unsaid the 
 
 thing she expected him to say, but he recoiled 
 
 from shirking the consequences of his act. It 
 
 seemed to him that it would disgrace his char- 
 es 
 
 acter as an English gentleman to leave matters 
 as they stood, to shuffle out of the position he 
 had placed himself in. What could she think 
 of him or any man who took advantage of 
 her confidence — seized this opportunity for an 
 advance which he would not dare to make if 
 they were not alone ? To be silent when he 
 had led her on to believe that he should offer 
 marriage was an insult scarcely to be tolerated 
 by a common tavern wench. These reflections 
 occurred to him in the moment that his hand 
 took to fall like lead by his side, and were 
 followed by the question, ' What am I to
 
 ISO THE SIN OF 
 
 do ?' — a question involving the choice be- 
 tween two courses, which must as briefly be 
 decided. 
 
 Happily, from this dilemma he was for the 
 time relieved by the voice of Major Caldecott 
 exclaiming, in the conservatory : 
 
 ' By George ! what a night for romance !' 
 
 ' Hark, the nightingale !' said Olga, turning 
 towards him with ready self-possession. 
 
 ' Yug, yug, yog, yug,' called the nightingale, 
 and Evelyn, falling back into the shadow, 
 buried her face in her hands, trying to shut 
 out all sight and sound of joy. 
 
 4 I must settle this question to-night,' Lesley 
 said as he went home. ' It's useless to stand 
 shilly-shallying like an ass between two fields 
 of clover.' 
 
 So with this determination he changed his 
 shoes, lit a big pipe, and started off for a 
 meditative walk. To be false to Evelyn or
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 151 
 
 false to Olga : which of the two evils was the 
 lesser ? Inclination must be set aside, and he 
 honestly tried to settle the question in the 
 abstract, and put Olga's charms out of his 
 mind. 
 
 By the time he reached Streatley it had 
 resolved itself into this : he must render him- 
 self a mean cad in the eyes of Olga, or he 
 must break Evelyn's heart. Well, when it 
 came to that, there seemed no choice left to 
 him : he must give up Olga. Independent 
 of the self- degradation that course involved, 
 it needed a cruel wrench to get her out of his 
 heart. But just then, coming in sight of the 
 little inn where he had lunched with Evelyn, 
 his affection for her obtained the ascen- 
 dancy. 
 
 1 Oh, dear old Evelyn is the wife for me !' he 
 said to himself again. ' She's only too good 
 for such a fellow as I am.' 
 
 Then the practical difficulties of the situa-
 
 152 THE SIN OF 
 
 tion had to be met. It wouldn't do to hang 
 about 01o\a now. If she forgave him he would 
 probably commit himself again; and besides 
 that, Evelyn might discover the real state of 
 his feelings. It was a wonder to him, after 
 past experiences of a somewhat similar kind, 
 that she had not already suspected the truth. 
 No, it would not do to stay in Pangbourne. 
 He must go away. But what excuse could 
 he make ? He had not settled that point 
 when he fell asleep in his armchair hours 
 after. 
 
 But help came in the morning. On the 
 breakfast-table lay a letter in his father's 
 characteristically careful handwriting. There 
 was very little correspondence between the 
 Right Honourable and his son — not a great 
 deal of sympathy, maybe — one being so 
 diplomatic, the other so impulsive. So Lesley 
 broke the envelope with some curiosity to 
 know what was inside.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 153 
 
 ' Dear Lesley ' (the letter began), 
 
 ' In pursuance of the subject under 
 discussion on Sunday night, I beg you, as a 
 favour, to quit Pangbourne for a time. I 
 have received certain additional information — 
 not reliable, but disquieting — with respect to 
 our new acquaintance there, which makes this 
 course urgently desirable. I am aware that 
 flight will be objectionable to you. You will 
 consider it pusillanimous in view of your own 
 self-respect. Most young men believe them- 
 selves especially strong where they happen to 
 be weak. But the general ceases to be a good 
 soldier when bravery leads him to jeopardize 
 his position. You have your Balaclava to 
 avoid. Do as I desire, and believe me, your 
 affectionate" father, 
 
 ' Charles Dexter Dunbar. 
 
 i P.S. — There is an affair at Berlin, which I 
 wish you personally to conclude within forty- 
 eight hours if possible.'
 
 154 THE SIN OF 
 
 Lesley pulled over to the Caldecotts as soon 
 as he had finished breakfast. 
 
 Evelyn's maid was crossing the lawn. 
 ' Is breakfast finished ?' he asked. 
 
 I No, sir. Some of the ladies are not down 
 yet. The Princess is.' 
 
 ' Miss Caldecott ?' 
 
 ' I think she's still in her room.' 
 
 Lesley wrote a few words on the back of a 
 card, and sent it up. Then he seated himself 
 under the cedar. In a few minutes he heard 
 the rustle of a skirt on the terrace, and rising, 
 met Evelyn on the steps. It struck him that 
 she looked pale. 
 
 I I want to tell you something, Evelyn,' he 
 said, taking her hand. l Shall we walk up and 
 down here ?' 
 
 ' Not — not here,' she said. fc The terrace is 
 so cold. Let us go in the sun.' 
 
 • I am going away for awhile,' he said, 
 breaking the silence, as they walked over the
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 155 
 
 lawn beyond the cedar. She looked up at him 
 with a strange expression on her face, but it 
 was not surprise. l And I thought I should 
 like to tell you first,' he continued, 'because — 
 because there's no one else cares for me so 
 much as you do.' 
 
 ' Why are you going away ?' she asked quite 
 coldly. 
 
 ' Well, you know, there's an affair at Berlin 
 the Right Honourable wishes me to settle.' 
 
 ' Is that the only reason, Lesley ?' 
 
 ' Well ' he hesitated. 
 
 ' Have you seen Miss Zassoulich this morn- 
 ing ?' she asked, not waiting for the evasion. 
 
 'No,' he answered, as he looked at her 
 unusually anxious face in perplexity. 
 
 ' Do you wish to see her before you go ?' 
 again speaking hurriedly, as if to convince 
 herself upon some point of doubt. 
 
 ' To tell the truth, I would like to get out 
 of that, if possible. If I could catch the next
 
 156 THE SIN OF 
 
 train I would ; I ought to be in Berlin within 
 forty-eight hours.' 
 
 ' Oh, Lesley V she exclaimed, showing emo- 
 tion for the first time, ' I know all. It isn't 
 for your father you are going to Berlin ; it's 
 for my sake. For my sake you wasted a day 
 upon the river ; for my sake you gave me the 
 first dance.' 
 
 1 For whose sake should I give it, if not for 
 yours ?' 
 
 ' For your own, if you loved me. But you 
 don't love me, Lesley ' — her voice quivered, 
 and she stifled the rising sob — ' I know that 
 now. It is affection you feel for me — not love. 
 I thought they were both one, but they are not. 
 I can never be anything more to you than a 
 friend^always a dear friend.' 
 
 4 What more can I ask for ? A man's wife 
 should be his dearest friend.' 
 
 i Oh, it would be misery to think I was no 
 more than that — to feel there was no response
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 157 
 
 in my husband's heart to this something in 
 mine which is more than affection.' The sob 
 broke now through her faltering voice, and 
 she turned away for a minute to chase the 
 tears from her eyes and brace up her courage. 
 Then, recovering herself by an effort, she 
 said passionately : c Lesley, Lesley, my dear 
 friend, my comrade of old times, my boy 
 sweetheart, my hero, be true to yourself ! 
 You must not go away until you have seen 
 Olga. You must go on and finish what is 
 begun. It is as ill to give your heart without 
 your hand, as your hand without jouy heart ; 
 and oh, Lesley, I love myself too well to be 
 your wife, and I love you too well to let you 
 stoop to dishonour. I give uj:> my lover, but 
 I cling to my friend ; and I do not think I 
 could still believe you my friend if you went 
 away and left the reputation of a coward 
 behind you.'
 
 CHAPTER XL 
 
 ' I can't defend myself ; I can only pray you 
 to be merciful,' said Lesley, deeply moved, not 
 less by Evelyns emotion than by admiration 
 of her spirit and tenderness. 
 
 ' Oh, if there is anything to forgive !' she 
 exclaimed, holding out both hands with im- 
 pulsive generosity. ' We can't command our 
 hearts, Lesley ; I know that.' 
 
 ' That's true enough, I dare say,' he an- 
 swered ; ' but there's a lot to forgive, all the 
 same. A fellow who finds temptation in his 
 way ought to get out of it sharp if he hasn't 
 the strength to overcome it. That's what I 
 didn't do, and what I deserve to be punished
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 159 
 
 for not doing. I want you to do something 
 more than forgive me : I want you to retract 
 the sentence you have passed upon me. Give 
 me another chance — a respite, at least. You 
 must. The folly of a moment is not to be 
 punished by a life-long loss like that. Think 
 how we know each other, and how really 
 deep the affection must be that has been 
 rooting itself in our hearts so many years. 
 Think what we must lose if your decision 
 were final, for, if we are to abandon the 
 thought of marriage, we can't even be 
 friends.' 
 
 ' Oh, Lesley !' 
 
 1 We cannot. It wouldn't work. It never 
 did, and never will. We should avoid meet- 
 ing each other — get out of each other's way 
 to escape unpleasant memories, instead of 
 seeking each other to renew happy ones. If 
 our engagement is to be broken, we must 
 never hope to meet again. I can't bear to
 
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 think of that, and I won't try. Listen to 
 rue, Evelyn.' 
 
 He held her hands firmly, and looked 
 straight in her face with that earnest strength 
 in his countenance which had always com- 
 manded her admiration. She loved him in 
 this mood, and delighted in submitting to 
 his guidance, as all women do when the men 
 they love command. It gave her confidence 
 in him, and, shaking her faith in the justice 
 of her own conclusions, brightened her heart 
 with a gleam of hope. 
 
 ' Listen to me,' he repeated. ' All is not 
 over between us — no, nor anything like it. 
 I shall go away for three weeks — I must be 
 back for your father's silver wedding — and 
 in that time, if I do not shake off my 
 late infatuation, if I do not return better 
 worthy of your trust, you may cast me off, 
 and I will make no appeal against your 
 decision.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 161 
 
 A faint smile fluttered over Evelyn's lace 
 as she brushed away a tear. Then, with a 
 sudden recollection of the other difficulty, she 
 said, in a tone of deep anxiety : 
 
 < But Olga ?' 
 
 ' Oh, I'll go up and see her at once ! If 
 needs be I'll tell her all ; there's less shame 
 in owning up to one's folly than in perse- 
 vering in it, right or wrong. But I don't 
 think there will be any necessity, and in that 
 case the matter may well stand over till I 
 come back. Hang it all, Evelyn, she's not a 
 child ; and at a dance girls must expect to 
 go through little experiences of that kind. 
 You know that. I don't say a fellow's conduct 
 in such cases is defensible, but it's a sort of 
 thing he can't always help. No matter how 
 my relations with you might be affected, my 
 intentions with regard to her would remain 
 unshaken. You may refuse to be my wife, 
 but you can't compel me to marry her, and, 
 
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 by George, I won't ! And I'll tell her so if 
 — if it's necessary.' 
 
 But it was not necessary. Olga met him 
 with her usual complacency, and when he 
 looked at his watch she was the first to rise 
 and offer her hand in saying 'good-bye.' 
 She was never ungracious. Only an acute 
 observer would have detected the faint indi- 
 cation of sarcasm in the long smiling regard 
 which accompanied her protracted bow of 
 farewell. She understood quite well why 
 he had gone away, and was not in the least 
 distressed. Lesley was very nice in his way, 
 she said to herself, but too young for her. 
 She also admired strength, and as yet she had 
 seen no sign of it in his character. Possibly, 
 had Lesley made her an offer of marriage 
 then she would have refused him, for she had 
 caught but a glimpse of Evelyn's face as she 
 and Lesley came up the lawn side by side ; 
 that glimpse, in conjunction with certain
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 163 
 
 quiet observations made the night before, had 
 revealed the truth, and she had discovered 
 that Evelyn's attachment was stronger than 
 she bad admitted. Olga was not a heartless 
 and designing adventuress ; her disposition 
 was considerate and generous. Her worldli- 
 ness was not aggressive. She wished to 
 escape the horrors of destitution, but that 
 wish, urgent and unabated as it was, would 
 not have led her to secure her own welfare 
 by inflicting misery upon her friend. In 
 bidding farewell to Lesley that morning she 
 resolutely dismissed from her consideration 
 all thought of becoming his wife. Indeed, 
 she began to look upon marriage as a very 
 doubtful means of extricating herself from 
 the present precarious position, and a means, 
 moreover, which she regarded with growing 
 repugnance as the immediate pressure of cir- 
 cumstances diminished. Among the marriage - 
 able men visiting the Caldecotts who paid 
 
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 her most attention, there was none whom 
 she preferred to Lesley, none whom she liked 
 so well, despite his weakness ; and this was a 
 reason, stronger perhaps than any feeling of 
 principle, for recoiling from a matrimonial 
 speculation. 
 
 But that expedient could not be wholly 
 abandoned before another was found to take 
 its place. For though the Parkers showed no 
 symptoms of discontent, or even impatience, 
 it was obvious to her that they would cease 
 to support her grandfather and her in their 
 present condition when they realized that 
 nothing was to be got by it. She had to 
 make many allowances for the eccentric and 
 tenacious character of the English to explain 
 their present attitude, but it was pre- 
 posterous to suppose that they should main- 
 tain their present attitude long without some 
 definite prospect of realizing the expectations 
 on which their speculation was based. The
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 165 
 
 terrible possibility was ever present in her 
 mind that Parker at any favourable moment 
 would say : 
 
 ' We have made a miscalculation ; things 
 have not turned out as we anticipated. We 
 certainly expected, from your grandfather's 
 brilliant opening at Onslow Square, that he 
 would marry the wealthy Miss Baggs, of 
 Chicago. But he hasn't even taken the 
 trouble to keep up an enthusiastic corre- 
 spondence with her since he has been here. 
 Nor does he seem disposed to make any 
 conquest in the place of the other. He does 
 not take such pains to please as he did. His 
 gush is not as it used to be. When he is not 
 discussing philosophy and politics and smoking 
 the Major's cigars, he sits absorbed apparently 
 in profound thought. He looks very beauti- 
 ful with that look of abstraction on his noble 
 face, but it isn't business. It may suit him 
 admirably, but it doesn't suit us — not at all.
 
 1 66 THE SIN OF 
 
 We are not less disappointed in you. Certainly 
 you have not so many chances of captivating 
 a wealthy parti here as in London, but you 
 don't make the most of the chances you have. 
 You seem to forget this is an affair of busi- 
 ness, and occupy yourself in passing the time 
 as agreeably as possible to yourself. We 
 are practical and, as you must admit, not 
 unreasonable. You will, therefore, see the 
 necessity of concluding this arrangement at 
 once and returning to Houndsditch, say, to- 
 morrow morning.' 
 
 Such a crisis was made more imminently 
 probable by the departure of Lesley, and 
 that day Olga, in the spirit of forlorn hope, 
 began the history of her escape from Siberia, 
 and as the Major had, as yet, got no further 
 than the word 'Preface' on page 1, she 
 wrote in her own room, and said not a word 
 about it, for fear of wounding his suscepti- 
 bilities.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 167 
 
 Ivan Zassoulich was not troubled by any 
 apprehensions of an abrupt termination of the 
 arrangement with the Parkers. He had taken 
 an early occasion of coming to a complete 
 understanding with his man. 
 
 His blindness furnished him with a delicate 
 excuse for not eating at the same table with 
 his host. In his own room he was waited 
 upon by Parker. Dining in this way alone, 
 the meal was quickly finished, and there was 
 usually a good half-hour for strolling in the 
 garden with a cigarette before the company 
 in the dining-room rose from the table. This 
 was the time he chose for opening his mind to 
 Parker. 
 
 ' In what part of the garden are we, 
 Parker ?' he asked. 
 
 ' On the lawn, Prince/ 
 
 4 At some distance from the house ?' 
 
 4 A hundred yards, Prince.' 
 
 k I thought so by the sounds that reach my
 
 1 68 THE SIN OF 
 
 ears occasionally. Do you speak Russian, 
 Parker ?' 
 
 'No, Prince.' 
 
 ' And you are not a Jew ?' 
 
 ' No, Prince.' 
 
 ' I thought you might be, as you are con- 
 nected with Mr. David McAllister.' 
 
 ' The Prince will pardon me. I am not 
 acquainted with Mr. David McAllister.' 
 
 ' Well, with his man, Phillips,' Zassoulich 
 said, with a wave of his cigarette ; ' it's all 
 the same. I repeat, you do not understand 
 Russian or Hebrew ?' 
 
 ' We are quite alone, Prince,' Parker said 
 significantly. 
 
 1 You are sure ?' 
 
 ' Quite, Prince.' 
 
 ' I understand : you address me in that way 
 to avoid falling into error at inconvenient 
 seasons.' 
 
 ' The Prince is quite right.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 169 
 
 ! I shall keep my ears open. You shall 
 use your eyes. If you see anyone, pinch my 
 arm.' 
 
 ' I will, Prince.' 
 
 After a few moments of silence, Zassoulich 
 spoke : 
 
 ' Parker, have you reflected what an awk- 
 ward position it would place us in — my grand - 
 daughter and me — if you got hold of the 
 Major's diamonds and bolted suddenly ?' 
 
 ' I have not given that point a great deal of 
 attention, Prince.' 
 
 k I have. It would leave us in a very 
 awkward position indeed. Not only should 
 we have no servants to attend us, but no 
 means of maintaining our position here. 
 That would possibly lead to a suspicion that 
 our connection with you was, to say the 
 least of it, compromising. Do you follow, 
 Parker ?' 
 
 ' Perfectly, Prince.'
 
 170 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' You have no provision to offer against 
 such a contingency, I suppose V 
 
 1 No, Prince.' 
 
 ' Has it struck you, Parker,' the old man 
 asked, after a few silent whiffs, ' that, on the 
 other hand, it would be very awkward for 
 you if it served my purpose to tell the whole 
 truth to Major Caldecott and have you 
 arrested by the police ?' 
 
 ' It did occur to Mrs. Parker that such a 
 thing might happen.' 
 
 ' And what did you reply ?' 
 
 ' I pointed out that the Prince's own in- 
 terests would prevent his doing that, since it 
 would ruin any chance of the Princess making 
 an advantageous match.' 
 
 ' The interests of the Princess and mine 
 are not in the least connected. If it suited 
 me to leave her entirely to her own resources, 
 I should do so. I have no illusions. My 
 grand-daughter has nothing in common with
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 171 
 
 me. I would not trust her in any thing- 
 connected with our business arrangements. 
 Understand that.' 
 
 ' I do, Prince. But I also pointed out to 
 Mrs. Parker that the Prince would ruin his 
 own chance of marrying Miss Baggs.' 
 
 ' Hum ! It may take me some months to 
 make sure of that advantage. I should think 
 it will be but a few weeks before you get the 
 diamonds. So you see, Parker, that is no 
 security at all for you.' 
 
 ' Has the Prince any better to offer ?' 
 
 ' Yes. Make me a partner in the busi- 
 ness with a share of the profits,' Zassou- 
 lich answered, dropping his voice to a 
 murmur. 
 
 ' I shall have to consult with Mrs. Parker 
 and the parties who are backing us up before 
 I can give the Prince any definite answer to 
 that/ 
 
 ' That's reasonable. You will talk it over
 
 172 THE SIN OF 
 
 with your wife to-night. I'll find a commis- 
 sion for you to execute in London to-morrow 
 evening which will enable you to see the other 
 parties.' 
 
 ' There's no harm in that, Prince. Of 
 course it's only fair, that if we do pull it 
 off ' 
 
 'We will "pull it off"!' said Zassoulich 
 with eager enthusiasm, his face flushing like 
 a gamester's under the passion of play. 
 
 Parker looked sidelong at him in admira- 
 tion. 
 
 ' And certainly the Prince could do a lot to 
 help.' 
 
 Zassoulich nodded eagerly. 
 
 ' There's a heap to find out before anything 
 can be done.' 
 
 Again Zassoulich nodded. 
 
 1 To begin with, the Prince might find out 
 what there is to share.' 
 
 ' I'll find that out to-morrow. You shall
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 173 
 
 know as soon as you can give me a satisfac- 
 tory answer to my proposal.' 
 
 ' I don't think we shall fall out with the 
 Prince about that. Fair's fair. If I'm not 
 mistaken, it's not the first time the Prince has 
 been in a job of this kind.' 
 
 1 Ah ! if you knew, if you knew !' murmured 
 the old man, with a play of his long, slight 
 fingers, as if he were passing strings of 
 diamonds through them. 
 
 ' One thing's pretty certain : the Prince has 
 got his heart in the business.' 
 
 1 Where else should my heart be ? You're 
 young ; wait till you're as old as I am. 
 Why, there's not a business in the world 
 yields such delight. The passion of the 
 statesman — the passion of the gambler — the 
 passion of the miser : all are combined in 
 this trade of ours. We combine, we calcu- 
 late, we lay our plans, we build up our hopes 
 slowly, we wait, we watch, and then at last
 
 174 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 we stake our very lives upon the cast, 
 
 and ' 
 
 ' Hold on, Prince ; the Princess is on the 
 terrace.'
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 The next afternoon Zassoulich found a 
 plausible pretext for sending Parker up to 
 town for the purpose of laying his proposal, 
 which amounted almost to an ultimatum, 
 before the mysterious parties in league with 
 Parker to steal Major Caldecott's diamonds, 
 and after dinner, being alone with the Major 
 in the smoking-room, he carefully led up the 
 conversation to the subject of diamonds. 
 
 The simple Major desired nothing more 
 than to talk about his hobby, and being set 
 going, he ran on with indefatigable volubility. 
 It was a subject on which he never tired — 
 himself. It was. perhaps, the first time he
 
 176 THE SIN OF 
 
 had ever got the chance to tell all he knew 
 about his black diamonds — how he had come 
 by them, and the exhaustive history of each 
 particular gem in the collection. Up to now 
 the story had been broken off, no one having 
 the patience to stand much more of it than an 
 hour at a stretch. But in Ivan Zassoulich 
 he had a rare listener, who showed no fidgety 
 sign of impatience, and never attempted to 
 turn the subject, but rather kept it alive 
 by pertinent comments and leading ques- 
 tions. 
 
 Mrs. Caldecott and Evelyn and Olga came 
 in during the course of the evening, sat down 
 for a time, and then withdrew ; but old 
 Zassoulich sat patiently on, though in the 
 end the sum of information acquired amounted 
 to no more than this — there were twenty-one 
 lesser crystals of various sizes, worth, roughly, 
 ten thousand pounds, and one large one, worth 
 twenty thousand.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 177 
 
 At length the Major sank back in his chair 
 exhausted, saying, with a sigh : 
 
 ' Ah ! I only wish you could see 
 them.' 
 
 ' Yes, I should like to see them also,' Zas- 
 soulich replied in his calm, philosophic tones. 
 ' That great diamond has an interest for me, 
 such as I feel when men talk of Niagara or 
 any other marvel of nature ; but with this 
 difference, that, while I could handle the 
 diamond, weigh it in my palms, measure its 
 proportions, and realize its form, the mighty 
 fall is beyond the grasp of my imagination 
 even/ 
 
 1 Why, to be sure ; I never thought of that ! 
 The sense of touch may be even more to you 
 than sight to me. Would you like to examine 
 them ?' 
 
 ' It is a pleasure I should have begged if 
 you had not offered it — one day.' 
 
 ' I'll fetch them clown at once,' the Major 
 
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 178 THE SIN OF 
 
 said with new delight ; ' or w r ill you come 
 upstairs ?' 
 
 1 They are too precious to be carried about 
 on trifling occasions. 1 will come up.' 
 
 He rose and took the Major's arm, but his 
 disengaged hand was extended from his side, 
 lightly examining everything with which he 
 came in contact. At the door he began to 
 take mental notes : 
 
 From the smoking-room, turn to the right, 
 six moderate paces, an umbrella-stand. Nine 
 paces obliquely to the right, fourteen stairs, a 
 carved head on the balustrade. Two paces 
 sharp to the left, another carved head. Sharp 
 again to the left, six stairs, a third carved 
 head. Again sharp to the left, ten paces — 
 stop. 
 
 ' Ah, the key's inside,' said the Major, try- 
 ing the door before them. ' We must go 
 through my bedroom.' 
 
 Zassoulich renewed his notes :
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 179 
 
 Wall on the left panelled. Eight paces, a 
 door. From the door obliquely to the right, 
 six moderate paces, another door. Two paces 
 straight, stop, stuffed chair. 
 
 ' Sit down here/ said the Major. * I must 
 light the gas.' 
 
 Zassoulich sat down and recapitulated his 
 notes. From the smoking-room door turn to 
 the right, six moderate paces, an umbrella- 
 stand. Mne more paces obliquely to the 
 right, fourteen stairs, a carved head on the 
 balustrade. Two paces sharp to the left, a 
 second carved head. Sharp again to the left, 
 six stairs, a third carved head. Again sharp 
 to the left, ten paces, stop. First door. Wall 
 on the left panelled. Eight paces and then 
 second door — the door. Entering by the 
 door, six paces to the right obliquely, another 
 door. Two paces, a chair. Something at my 
 feet ! 
 
 ' Is this a dog ?' he asked. 
 
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 180 THE SIN OF 
 
 4 Oh yes. Sit down, Jack. He won't hurt 
 anyone with me. I wouldn't answer for him, 
 though, if anyone came in here without 
 me.' 
 
 Zassoulich made a note of that. 
 
 The Major lit the gas and then unlocked a 
 door. 
 
 * Is that cupboard strong ?' asked Zassou- 
 lich, after noticing that the sound of the bolt 
 came from an uncertain distance directly 
 before him. 
 
 ' It's an iron safe,' replied the Major, with a 
 laugh. ' Not a big one, but too large to carry 
 off, and the best I could get. Oh, I'm not so 
 careless as some people think.' 
 
 ' You have never mislaid the key by acci- 
 dent?' 
 
 1 Impossible. It's ringed on to my watch- 
 guard, and goes with my watch under the 
 pillow every night. There,' putting a diamond 
 in the old man's hand from the open box
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 181 
 
 brought from the safe, ' that's the big crystal 
 — the beauty that I can find no name for.' 
 
 Zassoulich took it betwen his palms and 
 passed his nervous fingers lovingly over its 
 surface, while the Major, seating himself, 
 looked on, smiling like a mother when her 
 child is under admiration. For half an hour 
 the old man sat gloating over the treasures, 
 and nodding gently to the Major's comments, 
 but thinking of nothing save the joy of posses- 
 sion. 
 
 ' You ought to guard them carefully/ he 
 said, when at last they were restored to the 
 box. 
 
 k Indeed I ought. Not for my own sake 
 alone ; all my fortune is in them, save a life 
 annuity, bought with the rest of my capital. 
 If these were lost I should leave my wife and 
 Evelyn unprovided for. That's a reflection to 
 make a man careful, isn't it ? 
 
 4 You can't be too careful.'
 
 1 82 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' Oh, I don't believe in overdoing it — 
 making a care of my pleasure. Why should 
 I ? Really, you know, there's nothing to fear. 
 Birds of a feather flock together, and I main- 
 tain that an honest man with an honest family 
 gets honest people about him.' 
 
 ' That is a philosophical truth, and the 
 reverse is equally just. A dishonest man 
 will as surely get hold of dishonest servants.' 
 ' I'd trust mine anywhere,' the Major said, 
 putting the box back in the safe. ' But I 
 don't, you know,' he added, with a laugh ; 
 'opportunity makes a thief sometimes.' He 
 locked the safe, and turning to pat the terrier, 
 ' You wouldn't give anyone the opportunity, 
 would you, Jack ? You'd let me know if the 
 cook even came in here, eh ? A nice old 
 doggy ! And I've another protector here,' he 
 continued, addressing Zassoulich, as he un- 
 hooked an army revolver from the wall. ' A 
 friend who's stood by me as faithfully as old
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 183 
 
 Jack — one who never yet barked without 
 biting.' He put the revolver in the old man's 
 hand for a moment, and then returned it to 
 its place. 
 
 1 Of course, you have little to fear from 
 robbers of the violent kind ?' Zassoulich ob- 
 served. 
 
 ' Not a scrap ; that's what I tell McAllister. 
 He has a fad, you know, for making burglary 
 impossible by means of electricity. Com- 
 municating wire with neighbours and the 
 nearest police-station, and that sort of rub- 
 bish. He would have me fit one of his 
 precious inventions on my safe, but, God 
 bless you ! I never use it. It certainly isn't 
 on now, or we should have woke up the house 
 when I opened the door.' 
 
 1 May I ask what kind of appliance it is, and 
 how it works ?' 
 
 4 Why, there's a little button just under the 
 door of the safe (no one is supposed to know
 
 1 84 THE SIN OF 
 
 anything about it except myself and my family, 
 I may tell you). No one can see it, for the safe 
 is only raised a couple of inches from the 
 floor, and you have to slip your finger under 
 to feel it. Well, when the button is turned 
 so as to stand at a right angle with the door, 
 it connects a circuit or something. Then the 
 opening of the door acts as a switch, if I'm 
 not mistaken, and sets bells ringing in my 
 bedroom and in all the living rooms below. 
 The bells are concealed behind pictures, and 
 when that door opens there's an uproar all 
 over the house, and everyone is in a fright. 
 That's partly why I never set it.' 
 
 ' Marvellous ingenuity of mankind ! Won- 
 derful — almost incredible !' 
 
 ' I'll just put it on, and you shall hear the 
 result. There, now the button's turned.' 
 
 The Major opened the door. At once the 
 jingle of an electric bell in the next room 
 was heard, and a moment after doors opened
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 185 
 
 below, and a chorus of frightened voices called 
 the Major. With a hearty laugh he went to 
 the head of the stairs. 
 
 ' It's only Mr. David McAllister,' he called. 
 At the sound of his voice out there, Zassou- 
 lich started to his feet. He had settled 
 clearly in his own mind whereabouts the safe 
 stood by his sense of hearing while Major 
 Caldecott stood there explaining the mechanism 
 of the signal. The door was open, and the 
 coveted prize was almost within reach ; the 
 Major was still on the landing. It was pos- 
 sible to get possession of the crystals, secrete 
 them, and regain his seat before the Major 
 returned. Would he look in the safe again 
 before closing the door on his return ? It 
 was improbable. But the possibility was 
 obvious, and the rashness of the venture 
 too evident. With a sigh that was almost 
 a groan the old man sank back into his 
 chair.
 
 1 86 THE SIN OF 
 
 • The Major, still laughing, came back, cut 
 off the current, shut the door, and turned the 
 key, without a glance inside. 
 
 ' The servants must hear the bells,' Zassou- 
 lich observed. 
 
 ' Oh yes ; but they suppose them connected 
 with the push in my room/ replied the Major. 
 ' Will you take my arm V 
 
 Zassoulich accepted the offer, and they 
 went downstairs, the old man confirming the 
 observations he had made in coming up ; but 
 to these notes he added : 
 
 The safe is raised two inches from the floor. 
 Slipjring one's finger under the door, one finds 
 the button, which, turned at a right angle with 
 the door, completes the circuit, and sets the 
 signal to be given by the opening of the door. 
 
 When Zassoulich was taking his after- 
 dinner cigarette in the garden the next even- 
 ing, he said to his silent attendant :
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 187 
 
 ' You saw your friend yesterday, Parker ?' 
 
 ' Yes, Prince/ 
 
 1 Well, what does he say ?' 
 
 ' The party is agreeable to the Prince coming 
 into the concern.' 
 
 ' Of course. You could do nothing with- 
 out me. However, we'll say nothing more 
 about that. What are the terms ?' 
 
 I In consideration of the Prince lending all 
 the assistance possible, the party agrees to his 
 taking a fair share in the profits. There are four 
 of us — that will give a quarter to the Prince.' 
 
 I I expected half.' 
 
 ' I am instructed to say that the Prince will 
 get no more than a fourth. He can take it or 
 leave it. In the latter case, we must trouble 
 the Prince to leave here to-morrow morning 
 and return our property.' 
 
 Zassoulich nodded half a dozen times with 
 a cynical smile at this realization of a foregone 
 conclusion, and then said :
 
 1 88 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' You will give me the " party's " name as 
 a guarantee of good faith ¥ 
 
 ' Can't be done, Prince — at any rate, not yet 
 awhile. But as this is only one of a series of 
 — of transactions, the Prince will see that it is 
 to our interests to play fair.' 
 
 ' Good, good — very good !' exclaimed the 
 old man, in a suppressed tone of enthusiasm. 
 ' I am not mistaken in the " party," Parker. 
 He is a man of broad views — of large 
 enterprises — a man who strides to keep 
 pace with the times. I accept his offer 
 without a murmur. Ah, he will find he's 
 not mistaken in me. I've begun business 
 already.' 
 
 * You have, Prince !' 
 
 ' Yes. I've handled the diamonds — oh, 
 there must be no reserve between us ! — I've 
 had them in my hands. I might have made 
 away with them before you came back this 
 morning. But I expected the series, Parker,
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 189 
 
 and wouldn't ruin a big undertaking" for a 
 limited gain.' 
 
 1 You've had 'em in your hands, Prince !' 
 
 ' Twenty-one of them. But we've work to 
 do before we can get them into our hands 
 again. You know where they are kept ?' 
 
 i In the iron safe.' 
 
 6 In the safe, yes. Do you know where he 
 keeps the key ? 
 
 'No.' 
 
 ' Riveted on his watch chain. We must get 
 that key/ 
 
 4 Or another.' 
 
 ' Or another. He relies entirely on the safe.' 
 
 ' Nothing else ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, there's a revolver and a dog. The 
 dog must be got out of the way ; the revolver 
 won't be needed.' 
 
 ' ' There's nothing else — no electric arrange- 
 ment V Parker asked, with a keen glance at 
 his master.
 
 190 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 4 None !' Zassoulich answered emphatically. 
 ' There was some affair of that kind, as the 
 " party " has told you, I dare say ; but it 
 defeated its own end — as was doubtless in- 
 tended by the "party" who suggested it. The 
 thing alarmed the house every time the safe 
 was opened. Sometimes it was employed ; 
 sometimes overlooked. It became worse than 
 useless, and the Major finally cut the wires.' 
 
 Ivan Zassoulich had very little faith in 
 honour of any kind — none at all in thieves' 
 honour; and he already foresaw that he might 
 need the alarm as his own safeguard.
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 In imparting what had taken place to his 
 wife, Parker expressed his admiration of 
 Zassoulich as loudly as secrecy permitted, 
 and acknowledged him a master of his 
 art. 
 
 ' Upon my word,' he muttered, in conclu- 
 sion, ' I don't know what we should do with- 
 out him. We were told that this Major was a 
 careless man ; but he's not, and I should throw 
 up the job as hopeless if we hadn't got the 
 Prince to help us.' 
 
 ' AVhat is he going to do ?' asked Mrs. 
 Parker pertinently. 
 
 4 He didn't say. We were cut short to-
 
 IQ2 THE SIN OF 
 
 night. But I know well enough he has it 
 planned out in that long head of his. He's a 
 genius, and he's hot on the job. I shall hear 
 all about it to-morrow.' 
 
 ' I hope you will ; and take care he 
 isn't too clever — that's all,' said Mrs. 
 Parker. 
 
 But Zassoulich, after that first outbreak of 
 zeal, became remarkably reticent, and for 
 many days Parker had nothing further to 
 communicate to his wife. The old man 
 basked in the sun on the lawn, smoking 
 eternal cigarettes, with Parker close at hand, 
 and no one to overhear him, without referring 
 by a single word to the subject which was on 
 their minds. 
 
 At length Parker, urged on by the nocturnal 
 nagging of his wife, one evening broke the 
 silence. 
 
 ' May I ask,' he said respectfully, after a 
 glance round, to be certain they were alone.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 193 
 
 ' when the Prince thinks of leaving Pang- 
 bourne V 
 
 1 About the 17th or 18th, Parker.' 
 
 ' And to-day's the 7th, Prince.' 
 
 'It is.' 
 
 ' And we've done nothing, Prince, up to 
 now.' 
 
 i You have done nothing, Parker. I have 
 done a great deal — of thinking.' 
 
 ' Very likely, Prince ; but that's about all 
 the Prince has done ; and, if I may be 
 allowed to say so, I think it's about time we 
 got on to something practical.' 
 
 ' There's plenty of time. The business 
 cannot be done until the house is full of 
 people. On the loth — perhaps before — 
 there will be a great many visitors in the 
 house.' 
 
 ' But we must make some preparation 
 beforehand.' 
 
 1 True ; and, as you say, it's about time to 
 
 vol. r. 13
 
 i 9 4 THE SIN OF 
 
 begin. Now, let me hear what you propose to 
 do in a practical way, Parker.' 
 
 1 Well, there's the dog to be got out of the 
 way ; might begin that at once.' 
 
 ' How r 
 
 ' Poison him, Prince, slowly. I know how 
 to do it. He'll be a week dying.' 
 
 ' That leaves another week for the Major to 
 get a new dog, or set the alarm in working 
 order. The dog must be poisoned — killed in 
 two minutes. But not yet awhile.' 
 
 ; Don't see how T I'm to get at the safe while 
 he's there,' objected Parker. 
 
 ' Why do you want to get at the safe before 
 the 15th ?' 
 
 ' To take an impression of the lock and get 
 a key.' 
 
 Zassoulich rolled his head reflectively as he 
 lay back in the chair, letting a stream of 
 smoke issue slowly from his lips. 
 
 ; That attempt has ruined some of the be^t
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 195 
 
 undertakings that were ever planned,' he said ; 
 1 a piece of wax sticks in a ward ; it is found 
 on the key, and leads to untimely discovery. 
 Your notions are all old-fashioned — not 
 worthy of you and your age, Parker. You 
 ought to think more, if you sincerely wish to 
 get on in your profession.' 
 
 ' May I ask if the Prince has got anything 
 better to suggest ?' asked Parker, with just 
 a dash of asperity — his self-esteem being 
 wounded by this rebuke and the recollection 
 of Mrs. Parker's heckling overnight. 
 
 4 Yes ; my cigarettes are getting low. To- 
 morrow you shall go to Reading and buy me 
 some of the finest Latakia and a machine to 
 make cigarettes. At the same time you shall 
 take a prescription to a druggist, and get it 
 made up. You have wax, I dare say ?' 
 
 ' Oh yes ; that's all ready.' 
 
 ' Then with these I think we may safely 
 get what we want in a few days, without 
 
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 i 9 6 THE SIN OF 
 
 killing the dog yet awhile, or fumbling about 
 at the safe.' 
 
 The next night, when Parker had taken off 
 his master's coat and put on his dressing- 
 gown, Zassoulich set him to making up the 
 tobacco into cigarettes with the machine he 
 had brought from Reading. 
 
 As he turned them out the old man 
 examined them critically with his long thin 
 fingers, one after the other, until at least fifty 
 had passed through his hands and been laid on 
 the table beside him ; then he said : 
 
 ' That will do, Parker. You make them 
 very regular and even now. Put what are 
 finished in a box for ordinary use ; now lay 
 out enough tobacco for seven more,' his voice 
 sinking to a murmur, certainly not to be 
 heard out of the room. 
 
 ; I have done that, Prince.' 
 
 ' You have the little powder you brought 
 from the chemist T
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 197 
 
 ' Here it is, Prince,' Parker answered, in a 
 voice hushed by expectancy and excite- 
 ment. 
 
 1 Mix it carefully with the Latakia — not 
 breaking the tobacco more than you can help.' 
 
 He smoked on patiently until Parker told 
 him that the thing was done. 
 
 ' Make it up into seven cigarettes — care- 
 fully.' 
 
 Again he smoked, calmly silent, until the 
 cigarettes were put into his hand. He selected 
 one, and gave the remaining six to Parker. 
 
 ' Put these in the little morocco case — of 
 course, by themselves.' 
 
 1 That's done, Prince.' 
 
 'Now get the smelling salts out of my 
 case.' 
 
 He threw away the end of the cigarette he 
 had been smoking, and sat up, as Parker 
 returned with the salts ; then, having taken 
 a sniff at the bottle, to assure himself that
 
 1 98 THE SIN OF 
 
 the salts were strong, he coolly placed the 
 cigarette last made by Parker between his 
 lips, -and demanded a light. Parker struck a 
 vesta. 
 
 1 You will apply the salts when you think 
 it is necessary,' said the old man, and then 
 quietly presented the cigarette for Parker to 
 light. 
 
 He tasted the first whiff of smoke in the way 
 of a connoisseur, and then he leant back in his 
 chair and puffed slowly. At the third whiff a 
 spasm of pain distorted his face, and the next 
 moment the cigarette fell from his gaping 
 mouth, a cramp convulsed his members, draw- 
 ing up his arms and crooking his fingers ; then, 
 as if a spring had broken, the muscles relaxed; 
 his hands dropped like lead by his side, and 
 his head rolled from the cushion of his chair. 
 
 Parker, looking on aghast at the experi- 
 ment, stood motionless for a minute ; then 
 he quickly applied the salts. In a few
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 199 
 
 minutes Zassoulich regained consciousness, 
 and stretched out his hands vaguely. 
 
 1 All right now, Prince ?' whispered Parker, 
 in a voice still agitated by his late terror. 
 
 ' Yes, yes ; that will do,' Zassoulich an- 
 swered, adding, as he regained strength : 
 ' When I tell you that I have no cigarettes, 
 you will fetch me these — and your wax at the 
 same time.' 
 
 Fortune favoured the rascals the very next 
 morning. 
 
 Zassoulich made it a rule to take a consti- 
 tutional walk every morning. When it was 
 wet, he took Parker ; wl\en dry, Mrs. Caldecott 
 or Evelyn accompanied him. Occasionally, 
 when the Major felt unequal to literary appli- 
 cation, he would be the old man's companion. 
 That was the case on this occasion. 
 
 The two gentlemen started off in the direc- 
 tion of Goring, Zassoulich with his hand 
 linked in the Major's arm, Parker following
 
 2oo THE SIN OF 
 
 in the rear at a respectful distance, carrying 
 his master's inverness and umbrella. 
 
 1 Dear me!' exclaimed the Major, when they 
 had gone about a couple of hundred yards, 
 ' I've left my weeds behind. Can you give 
 me a cigarette V 
 
 ' With pleasure,' replied Zassoulich, diving 
 his hand in his pocket. ' Curious coincidence,' 
 he continued, after tapping one pocket after 
 the other; 4 I've done the same thing.' Then, 
 turning round, he said : ' Parker, I have no 
 cigarettes.' 
 
 Parker turned about, and was round the 
 corner before the Major, who greatly preferred 
 a cigar, could tell him to bring his cigar-case 
 at the same time. 
 
 They walked on slowly, Zassoulich easily 
 taking up the thread of conversation where 
 it had been broken off. His talk was always 
 interesting, provoking arguments which he 
 conducted with the most suave indifference
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 201 
 
 to his own opinions. When he gave him- 
 self the trouble to argue, it was not with a 
 view to scoring a triumph, but to winning a 
 certain amount of goodwill and respect, which 
 was much more valuable in the long-run. 
 Military organization was the subject of their 
 present debate, and Zassoulich had brought 
 the simple Major to a delightful belief that he 
 had certainly got the best of it, when Parker, 
 seeing the road clear in both directions, over- 
 took them. 
 
 ' Cigarettes, Prince.' 
 
 Zassoulich finished the sentence he had 
 begun, as he took the case from Parker and 
 opened it. 
 
 ' You may be quite right there,' retorted 
 the Major, ' but — oh, thanks ;' and he took a 
 cigarette. 
 
 Parker lit a vesta and offered it. Zassou- 
 lich took a cigarette from the case, and put it 
 between his lips. Parker struck another vesta ;
 
 202 THE SIN OF 
 
 it went out. He lit a second, waiting for the 
 flame to rise before offering it to his master. 
 
 ' But, as I was saying ' — the Major took a 
 whiff at his cigarette, and rolled it between 
 his lips — 'the three arms of the service' — 
 puff 
 
 1 Light, Prince,' said Parker. 
 
 Zassoulich, without hesitation, inhaled a 
 whiff of the poisoned tobacco without the 
 slightest appearance of concern. But he had 
 no need to go further. 
 
 1 Good God ! what's the matter with me ?' 
 exclaimed the Major, who had been vigorously 
 pulling at his cigarette, and then, reeling with 
 outstretched hands, he called to Parker for help. 
 
 'What is the matter?' asked Zassoulich, 
 still holding his cigarette between his fingers. 
 Never had he so keenly felt the loss of sight 
 as at that moment. 
 
 ' Mr. Caldecott's fainting, Prince !' said 
 Parker, still maintainin £ the character of an
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 203 
 
 astonished servant. ' He can't stand ; he's 
 fallen to the ground.' 
 
 ' Is anyone coming who can help ?' asked 
 Zassoulich, with assumed alarm. 
 
 ' Not a soul in sight, Prince,' Parker an- 
 swered, after a hasty glance to the right and 
 left. 
 
 ' Shake his arm — speak to him!' exclaimed 
 Zassoulich. 
 
 Parker obeyed the order, and, seeing that 
 the desired effect was produced, wasted no 
 more words. The Major wore a double chain, 
 attached to his watch in one pocket, to the 
 safe-key in the other. With the quick dex- 
 terity of a pickpocket Parker whipped out the 
 key, and, taking a flat block of wax from his 
 pocket, pressed the two together until a deep 
 impression of the key was made in the wax. 
 Separating them, he examined both keenly 
 to see if the impression was true, and that 
 no traces of the wax were left on the key.
 
 204 THE SIN OF 
 
 Perfectly satisfied on these points, he returned 
 the ke} 7 , replaced the wax in the tobacco-box 
 he had taken it from, and, slipping it into his 
 breast-pocket, murmured : 
 
 ' Done !' 
 
 Zassoulich flung away his cigarette, and 
 drew a deep breath. 
 
 ' Put this to his nostrils,' he said, holding 
 out a small bottle of volatile salts. 
 
 ' The colour is coming back into his face. 
 He is better, Prince.' 
 
 ' Thank Heaven !' exclaimed Zassoulich, in 
 a loud and fervent voice. 
 
 In a little while the Major was on his legs, 
 marvelling ' what the deuce it could have 
 been,' while Parker assiduously dusted his 
 coat with a handkerchief. Clearly it couldn't 
 have been the cigarette, for Zassoulich had 
 lit up at the same time, and felt no ill effect. 
 He came to the conclusion that the attack 
 must have been indigestion — something wrong
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 205 
 
 at the breakfast-table — the pate or the caviare, 
 or some other potted rubbish — which should 
 teach an Englishman to stick to his beef. 
 However, he exacted a promise from Zassou- 
 lich to say nothing about it at home, lest 
 the women — God bless their sympatheti c 
 souls ! — should take it into their heads that 
 there was something the matter with his 
 heart. 
 
 1 And, Parker, don't you mention it, if you 
 please, downstairs,' he added, fishing out a 
 sovereign from his pocket, and putting it in 
 the mans hand as a reward for his past service. 
 
 Neither Zassoulich nor Parker did mention 
 the incident, and the only allusion to it was 
 made by the Major, jocosely, at the breakfast - 
 table the next morning : 
 
 * I'll take beef this morning. With all 
 deference to you, Zassoulich, I don't care 
 much for caviare.' 
 
 Parker begged for half a day off, and got it.
 
 206 THE SIN OF 
 
 He went up to London with the wax impres- 
 sion, and returned with a key identical in its 
 working parts with the Major's. He told 
 Zassoulich that he had it, but did not offer to 
 let him hold it. 
 
 On the 12th, when they had an opportunity 
 of conversing secretly, Parker said, with a 
 slight hesitation in his manner : 
 
 1 It's the 12th, Prince. Don't you think 
 we might get rid of the dog now ? He runs 
 upstairs whenever he wants a snooze. It's 
 never safe there.' 
 
 That implied that Parker or his wife had 
 already been prowling above tentatively, 
 but Zassoulich kept the inference to himself. 
 
 ' You may ruin everything if you kill 
 him a day before the enterprise is to be 
 carried out.' Then, slowly, ' Why are you 
 in such a hurry, Parker?' 
 
 ' Oh, I'm not in a hurry, Prince ; 
 but '
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 207 
 
 4 Mrs. Parker is/ Zassoulich said, con- 
 cluding the sentence. ' Parker, it's not the 
 first time a man has been undone by his 
 wife's impatience. Mark me, you'll have to 
 get rid of Mrs. Parker as well as the dog if 
 you wish to make your fortune.' 
 
 The next day Zassoulich reopened the 
 subject. 
 
 1 Is the dog still alive ?' he asked. 
 
 '' Yes, Prince. I put my foot down about 
 that. The Prince is right. I can do it easily 
 before breakfast on Friday. The place will 
 be full by to-morrow night, I hear.' 
 
 ' What are you going to do with the — the 
 things when you get them ?' 
 
 ' Oh, we've settled all that. That's all 
 arranged,' Parker answered, a little rudely 
 for him. 
 
 1 Very good,' said Zassoulich blandly. ' Go 
 up to my room and fetch me a silk hand- 
 kerchief.'
 
 2o8 THE SIX OF 
 
 When Parker was gone, the old man, clasp- 
 ing his long fingers over his knees, rocked 
 himself backwards and forwards in meditation, 
 each movement marking off a division of the 
 subject under consideration. 
 
 c This is Mrs. Parker,' he said to himself. 
 ' She's the clever one ; Parker is only an ex- 
 cellent tool in her hand. I'm another tool. 
 She o'ot all she wanted out of me. Xow I 
 may go to the devil, if I choose. She has 
 told Parker that I am needed no more. He 
 has just sense enough to see so far and no 
 further. I know what you are going to do 
 with the crystals, Mrs. Parker. You're going 
 to bolt with them. You'd have bolted with 
 them the day you got the key. But the 
 dos" was in the way. You'd have killed the 
 dog, and made an attempt at once, only 
 Parker had more faith in my wisdom than in 
 yours. And the mouse putting on the air of 
 a lion frightened you into submission. You
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 209 
 
 will get the diamonds easily enough the day 
 after to-morrow. And you will be quite 
 prepared to bolt with them. But you won't 
 bolt, my good woman! You think you are 
 clever ; but you're a fool — nothing better 
 than a treacherous cat, whose paw shall rake 
 out the chestnut for me.' 
 
 vol. 1. 14
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 After transacting the business in Berlin 
 furnished for him by his father, Lesley, with 
 the purpose of getting over his infatuation 
 for Olga on a kind of homceopathic prin- 
 ciple, went on to Vienna. But the distrac- 
 tions of that vivacious city failed to have any 
 beneficial effect upon him. The sense of 
 duty that suggested the expedient took 
 away the small zest he had for dissipation. 
 The earnest desire to be true to Evelyn, ever 
 present in his mind, in itself precluded his 
 taking the remedy he sought for his attach- 
 ment to Olga. Female beauty of every
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 211 
 
 type is to be found in Vienna ; but he saw 
 nothing to admire. The English girls he 
 met gave him an attack of Anglophobia in 
 its mild form — they were so extreme — so 
 rigid and reserved, or such uncultured 
 hoydens. The only face which had any 
 charm for him was one in which he detected 
 a slight resemblance to Olga's. He did his 
 best to banish her from his mind, but she 
 haunted him sleeping or waking, and with 
 the vision came a sense of loss and desolation. 
 He felt that something was gone out of his 
 life — an irrecoverable joy which might have 
 changed his destiny. 
 
 He certainly was not gay at this time, and 
 his appearance in the public gardens or else- 
 where helped to justify the belief that an 
 Englishman takes his pleasure seriously. 
 But as the time drew near for his return 
 to England he cheered up considerably, and 
 at times his step became elastic and his 
 
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 2i2 THE SIN OF 
 
 countenance radiant under an exuberant 
 flow of animal spirits which he did not seek 
 to account for. Assuredly he was not think- 
 ing of Evelyn in those moments, for the 
 thought of her was always accompanied by 
 morbid reflections and grave resolutions 
 which would have done credit to a man of 
 fifty. 
 
 True to his promise, Lesley did not go 
 down to Pangbourne until the 14th, and then 
 his father Avent with him. Evelyn abandoned 
 her last faint hope. 
 
 ' If he had ceased to love Olga,' she said 
 to herself, ' he would have returned a week 
 ao-o — not waited till the last moment. And 
 now to come with his father — as if he needed 
 support! Oh, he still loves her! and life is 
 very hard and very horrid.' 
 
 She came across with her father soon after 
 their arrival, the Major anxious to get them 
 to dine that evening at his hospitable table —
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 213 
 
 Evelyn to end her restless suspense. Lesley 
 was a little more earnest than usual, Evelyn 
 a little quieter ; otherwise their meeting was 
 exactly like a hundred others that had gone 
 before. 
 
 ' I am glad to see you looking so jolly,' 
 said Lesley, with an admiring glance, as they 
 walked out of the garden and along the 
 towpath. ' By George ! one must come 
 back to England for such complexions as 
 yours.' 
 
 But when the excitement of meeting sub- 
 sided, Evelyn's colour disappeared, and he 
 noticed that she was thinner and paler than 
 she was wont to be. Till then he had been 
 in high spirits, recounting some incidents in 
 his journey with a good deal of humour — 
 forcing the gaiety, perhaps, because she 
 seemed a little quiet ; but the change in her 
 appearance damped him at once with the con- 
 viction that she had suffered, and that he was
 
 214 THE SIN OF 
 
 the cause of her trouble. ' Poor Evelyn, she 
 should suffer no longer,' he said to himself ; 
 he would prove that he could be strong where 
 his will was concerned, and that he had not 
 swerved in his purpose. 
 
 ' Talking of Berlin,' he said, dipping his 
 fingers in his waistcoat pocket, and with no 
 more change in his voice than he could help, 
 ' I bought something for you there, Eve.' 
 He oj:>ened the little case, and took out a 
 diamond ring. 
 
 Evelyn had some of her father's passion 
 for diamonds, and the glitter of the stones 
 was reflected in her face as she looked at 
 them, her trouble being forgotten for the 
 moment. 
 
 ' Oh, it is beautiful !' she exclaimed ; 'and 
 you are kind, Les,' looking up with love 
 beaming in her eyes. 
 
 ' I knew you would like it, dear,' he said 
 gently — a tone that thrilled her with delight,
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 215 
 
 as it inspired the hope that she had been 
 wrong after all, and he did really love her. 
 Then, with a return to his airy tone, which 
 brought about a revulsion in the girl's 
 overstrung feelings — the sudden change 
 of heat to cold in this fever of love — he 
 said : 
 
 ' I think I know the size of your finger. 
 Let us see if I have guessed right.' 
 
 She held out her finger, and he slipped it 
 on. It was several sizes too large for her — 
 it would have gone on her thumb. 
 
 At another time she would have burst into 
 laughter, and made a joke of his miscalcula- 
 tion, though at her own expense; but now she 
 closed her other fingers to conceal the mistake 
 in size, pretending that it fitted well, as she 
 held her hand out, and the smile on her face 
 was forced and untrue. 
 
 4 He must have figured me with a hand like 
 a cook's,' she said to herself bitterly.
 
 216 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' But is that your engaged finger ?' lie 
 asked doubtingly. 
 
 She shook her head in silence, still looking 
 at the ring. 
 
 ' I ought to know, but I don't,' he said. 
 < Which is it ?' 
 
 She held up the other hand, still without 
 a word, still with that unnatural smile, 
 which was almost a line of pain, upon her 
 face. 
 
 They were quite alone. He took her 
 hand and raised it to his lips. 
 
 ' Oh ! if he loved me, he would take me in 
 his arms and kiss my lips though all the 
 world were looking,' she said to herself. She 
 would have withdrawn her hand, but he 
 held it. 
 
 ' You will let me put the ring on that 
 finger ?' he said. 
 
 ' Not yet. The time does not expire till 
 to-morrow.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 217 
 
 He did not see the covert reference to his 
 own punctuality. He only noticed that her 
 manner was cold and constrained. He let 
 her hand drop. 
 
 It was all too evident to Evelyn. He had 
 bought the ring in Berlin within a week of 
 his lovemaking with Olga — before he could 
 have forgotten her. The ring was a token of 
 high principle, and not of deep feeling. He 
 had stayed away till the last moment, because 
 it was duty, and he would marry her for 
 pity's sake. For a moment these reflections 
 chilled her heart, and then the tide of generous 
 feeling rushed back, and, accusing herself of 
 injustice and mean caprice, she turned to 
 Lesley, crying in a low, faltering voice : 
 
 4 Oh, do forgive me, dear ! I am over- 
 sensitive, stupid and unkind. The ring is 
 beautiful. But it means so much. To- 
 morrow, perhaps, you shall place it where it 
 is to stay for all my life.'
 
 218 THE SIN OF 
 
 And with that she held up her face to be 
 kissed. 
 
 As the party of four, having crossed the 
 river, made their way to the tennis-court from 
 the boat-house, Lesley's heart fluttered, in 
 spite of himself, with the near prospect of 
 meeting Olga. Through the long, wide- 
 sweeping arms of the cedar he saw the 
 players moving, and a little on the right of 
 them a group of bystanders. He knew she 
 was there ; he even distinguished, among the 
 babble of voices, her musical tones and dainty 
 articulation. How would she meet him ? 
 he asked himself. Would she scathe him 
 with some witty sarcasm on his long absence? 
 And what on earth should he say when the 
 time came for him to tell her that since that 
 little interview in the moonlight three weeks 
 back he had made up his mind to marry 
 someone else ?
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 219 
 
 Olga was seated a little apart from the 
 group, leaning back in her chair, vis-a-vis 
 with Lord George Betterton, who was leaning 
 forward in his, his elbows on his knees, his 
 chair tilting backwards and forwards, looking 
 boldly into Olga's face as he drawled out his 
 confounded badinage. That he was drawling 
 badinage was Lesley's presumption on recog- 
 nising his lordship. 
 
 ' I knew he would come back — insufferable 
 cad !' said Lesley to himself, vexed because 
 Olga seemed to find him not at all insuffer- 
 able. 
 
 Olga gave her hand and smiled back with 
 her characteristic inclination of the head, 
 and showed no more embarrassment in meet- 
 ing Lesley than if they had parted under 
 ordinary conditions only the day before ; 
 and as he seemed to be rather ill at ease, she 
 led the conversation with admirable tact on 
 to a subject of general interest, in which Lord
 
 220 THE SIN OF 
 
 George took his drawling part until called 
 away to play his set. And now, being left 
 quite alone with Olga, Lesley felt that his 
 hour had come ; but, as if purposely to 
 dispel his illusions, Olga, now that Better- 
 ton was gone, questioned Lesley about 
 Berlin and Vienna, and when the talk began 
 to wane in interest she rose, proposing 
 that they should find their friend, Miss 
 Caldecott. 
 
 ' She knows all about it,' said Lesley to 
 himself ; ' and wouldn't accept me now if I 
 made an offer. Setting aside the dictates of 
 loyalty and friendship, I shouldn't think she 
 would have me. I must be as contemptible 
 to her as I am to myself 
 
 He was perfectly right in his conclusions. 
 At the dinner- table he sat beside Evelyn, 
 Betterton next to Olga on the opposite side, a 
 little lower down. Lesley made up his mind 
 not to look across the table, and to devote
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICU 221 
 
 himself entirely to Evelyn. But before long 1 
 he found himself listening to the conversation 
 on the other side, struck by the witty repartee 
 of Olga, and envious of Betterton, who, under 
 the stimulating effect of Olga's wit, really 
 said one or two very smart things — for a lord. 
 Lesley's own conversational powers forsook 
 him. He seemed to have exhausted all the 
 topics of conversation, and he was terribly 
 conscious that what he did say was stupid 
 and spiritless and flat. Then involuntarily 
 he glanced across at Olga, and caught her 
 face in profile, with that bewitching smile 
 revealing her white, perfect teeth. After that 
 it was impossible to prevent his eyes stray- 
 ing in that direction with an inner, unac- 
 knowledged longing for recognition on her 
 part. Olga was superior to the feminine 
 weakness of playing with a slave. She would 
 not see him. Clearly she had quite done 
 with him. Once or twice, though. Betterton
 
 222 THE SIN OF 
 
 met his regard, and a cool, insolent expres- 
 sion of amusement and triumph added not a 
 little to Lesley's discomfort and feeling of self- 
 abasement. 
 
 A thousand times he wished the dinner 
 was over ; so did poor Evelyn. 
 
 After dinner Betterton proposed that they 
 should drop down the river to his houseboat 
 and take coffee. The invitation was accepted 
 — the twilight of a summer's night being so 
 charming on the river. 
 
 Evelyn and Olga took the stern, and sat in 
 Lesley's dingy. 
 
 i Look here,' said Betterton, taking Lesley 
 aside before starting, ' we will toss for 
 stroke.' He covered a piece of money on 
 the back of his hand. 
 
 ' Head,' said Lesley. 
 
 ' T'other,' said Betterton, with the same- 
 offensive look in his eyes as he uncovered the 
 coin.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 223 
 
 • You've lost, old chappie,' he added signi- 
 ficantly. 
 
 So Lesley took the bow and pulled in 
 silence, while Betterton, face to face with 
 Olga and Evelyn, kept up a lively fire of 
 talk with both. 
 
 It was late when they left the houseboat. 
 Some of the party preferred walking back 
 to Pangbourne, and amongst them Olga, and 
 consequently Betterton. This arrangement 
 gave Evelyn and Lesley the dingy to them- 
 selves. They were a little behind the rest 
 in starting. Lesley was grateful for the 
 stiff current, which compelled hard pulling. 
 He couldn't talk ; it was hopeless to keep up 
 this terrible farce of indifference. Evelyn 
 also was glad to pull; she needed something 
 to drive from her mind the recollection of 
 that last happy day when she and Lesley 
 paddled carelessly in this very boat. 
 
 At some distance from the houseboat they
 
 224 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 overtook Betterton and Olga sauntering 
 along the towpath. They spoke, and 
 Evelyn replied, but Lesley could say 
 nothing, for the mad, jealous fury in his 
 heart,
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 
 The next morning, at breakfast, Lesley 
 pushed aside his plate untouched, as if the 
 very sight of food was revolting. The Right 
 Hon., lifting his eyes, cast a penetrating 
 glance at his son, and observed : 
 
 ' You look particularly miserable this 
 morning, Lesley.' 
 
 ' I am intensely wretched, sir.' 
 
 ' Have you made any unpleasant dis- 
 covery?' asked the father, taking a lump of 
 sugar. 
 
 Lesley nodded, and, turning his chair 
 from the table, replied briefly, [ Yes.' 
 
 ' I thought so. Your spirits were so 
 
 VOL. I. 15
 
 226 THE SIN OF 
 
 remarkably good yesterday morning. Do 
 you feel disposed to tell me the nature of 
 your discovery ?' 
 
 ' The principal is that I have no control 
 over my feelings.' 
 
 4 I presume you are not so morally pros- 
 trate — the butter, if you please — that you 
 would suffer your feelings or passions to 
 overcome all sense of right and honour V 
 
 ' j^o, sir ; and, for that reason, I cannot 
 engage myself to marry Evelyn — even if she 
 would have me — as I intended.' 
 
 ' I perceive. You find yourself still under 
 the infatuation of Miss Zassoulich/ 
 
 1 Yes, and, that being the case, I must give 
 up all thought of marriage. I am quite un- 
 worthy of such affection as Evelyn's.' 
 
 ' She is a most excellent young lady, and 
 while this ' — he sipped his tea — ' attack 
 lasts, it would not be right to marry. 
 But it will not last, any more than some
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 227 
 
 other derangements of a purely physical 
 kind/ 
 
 ' I should be sorry to think that it is 
 purely physical/ Lesley objected. 
 
 ' I am glad to hear you say so ; if the de- 
 rangement is of a moral character, reason will 
 overcome it.' 
 
 < Possibly/ 
 
 4 Certainly.' The Right Hon. here spoke 
 with enrphasis. ' When reason shows that 
 there is nothing of a moral character to 
 admire, admiration must cease.' 
 
 Lesley toyed with a knife on the table, 
 looking blankly out of the window. 
 
 ' Wherefore,' continued the Right. Hon., 
 after refilling his cup, ' I see no reason for 
 giving way to such abject dejection. It is 
 very unfortunate, but an attack of measles, 
 say, at your age, would be more danger- 
 ous. In all cases of misfortune we 
 must be patient and wait. We must 
 
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 228 THE SIN OF 
 
 take time. Your infatuation will be over- 
 come, your healthy tone will return, and , 
 then you will find yourself as worthy of 
 Evelyn Caldecott as she is worthy of you.' 
 
 ' You are supposing that the infatuation is 
 to be overcome.' 
 
 ' Certainly it is. When you find that 
 you cannot introduce Miss Zassoulich in 
 honourable society ' 
 
 ' That is a very remote possibility, sir,' said 
 Lesley, interrupting his father hotly. 
 
 ' I am not so sure of that as you seem to 
 be. I have received a great deal of informa- 
 tion about these people — not absolutely 
 reliable, I admit, but too serious to be 
 disregarded. I refrain from entering into 
 particulars, because you are not in a con- 
 dition to examine them impartially. But a 
 few months, at the outside, will decide the 
 question one way or the other. Does that 
 seem too long to wait V
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 229 
 
 ' A great deal, sir, in my present condition,' 
 , answered Lesley, rising impatiently. 
 
 ' Then I can tell you how to shorten it 
 and improve your condition at the same 
 time. Take another journey, and a little 
 further this time. Go to Moscow. I can 
 furnish you with letters of introduction. 
 You yourself can find means to see the 
 Princess Rosovski. If all that the Zassou- 
 lichs say is reliable, the Princess will be 
 glad to welcome a friend of theirs. If these 
 people give Olga Zassoulich a high character, 
 you can come home, marry her, and advise 
 me for the future ; if not— — ' He also rose, 
 leaving the context to Lesley's imagination. 
 
 Was it possible that Olga could be an 
 impostor ? Lesley asked himself incredu- 
 lously. Could fraud and dissimulation wear 
 such nobility as that which stamped the 
 features of the blind old warrior, Ivan 
 Z assoulich ?
 
 230 THE SIN OF 
 
 At that very moment the blind old warrior 
 was receiving the finishing touches to his 
 toilet from his man, Parker, and giving him a 
 few last words of advice. 
 
 ' You will open the safe yourself, Parker V 
 he murmured. 
 
 ' Yes. Mrs. Parker don't understand safes. 
 1 do.' 
 
 ' Where is Mrs. Parker now?' 
 
 ' Down in one of the outhouses with the dog.' 
 
 ' Is she going to kill him ?' 
 
 ' No, Prince. That is another thing she 
 don't understand. I'm going down as soon 
 as I've finished the Prince.' 
 
 ' Where are the servants V 
 
 ' Most of 'em are engaged below. Breakfast 
 is on.' 
 
 ' You have settled how you will dispose of 
 the things when you get them V 
 
 1 Oh, that's all right. The Prince needn't 
 be anxious about them.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 231 
 
 ' You will have to be careful — very careful, 
 Parker. You are aware that, in case of dis- 
 covery, servants are always suspected — and 
 searched V 
 
 ' We know all about that, Prince. The 
 optician's man is going to bring home the 
 Prince's pince-nez at half-past seven.' 
 
 ' I comprehend. And you will not take 
 them before he comes?' 
 
 4 Not much before. We shall wait till 
 dinner is served.' 
 
 ' You have arranged it all very admirably 
 so far as your part of the business is con- 
 cerned,' said Zassoulich. ' Now, Parker, you 
 can leave me and go to settle the dog. I will 
 wait here till you come back. Give me the 
 cigarettes.' 
 
 Parker led the old man to a chair with a 
 smile of satisfaction at his helplessness — 
 Zassoulich had been growing more and 
 more feeble and uncertain in his move-
 
 232 THE SIN OF 
 
 ments lately — placed cigarettes and vestas 
 to his hand on the table beside the 
 chair, and left him comfortably smoking. 
 Zassoulich mentally counted twenty slowly ; 
 then he took the cigarette from his lips and 
 listened intently while he counted a hundred 
 at the same deliberate pace. Then he said 
 softly, 'Parker!' and, receiving no answer, 
 rose, laid his cigarette on the table, and 
 walked to the door. If anyone had been 
 there he would have been told that Parker 
 had gone downstairs. 
 
 He felt his way along the corridor till he 
 came to the carved head at the top of the 
 landing. He paused again, and called 
 ' Parker !' in the tone of one who had strayed 
 and lost his way. JSTo one answered ; the 
 only sound was a distant buzz of voices 
 below, broken occasionally by a laugh. 
 
 Now, counting his paces, and keeping his 
 hands upon the wall, he penetrated the
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 233 
 
 further corridor. He felt a door ; eight 
 paces from that he came to another. Here 
 he again called 'Parker!' and, getting no 
 response, pushed open the door and entered 
 the Major's bedroom. ' Is anyone here ? I 
 have lost my way,' he said, pausing. 
 
 Reassured by the complete silence, he 
 crossed, with unerring steps, to the door of 
 the room in which the safe stood. 
 
 • Parker!' again in that helpless tone. No 
 answer. 
 
 He crossed to the safe almost in a direct 
 line — so conclusively had the impression of 
 its position been tixed in his mind. For a 
 moment he clasped it and re-touched it with 
 his nervous fingers, like a person recovering a 
 lost child; then, quick as thought, he dropped 
 down on his knees and slipped his long thin 
 fingers underneath. There was the button 
 left in its inactive position, parallel with the 
 dnor ; he turned it to a right angle, and, with
 
 234 THE SIN OF 
 
 a few quick touches, assured himself that it 
 was true. Then he rose with the agility of 
 youth, and slowly retraced his steps across 
 the two rooms into the corridor and the room 
 he had left, pausing every now and then to 
 call Parker, or to repeat the same phrase, ' I 
 have lost my way ; is anyone here ?' So 
 slowly and doubtingly was this progress 
 made that had anyone seen him at any 
 moment — save that when he dropped down 
 to set the electric alarm on the sa'e — his 
 object and purpose would not have been sus- 
 pected. Once more in his room, he seated 
 himself, and relit his cigarette. 
 
 ' No, Parker,' he said, wagging his head, as 
 he lay back in his chair, ' you won't bolt 
 with the plunder. Mrs. Parker must learn to 
 respect old age, and the wisdom that grows 
 out of long experience.' 
 
 i You've been a long while, Parker,' he said, 
 when his man returned.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 235 
 
 ' Not so very long, Prince, considering,' re- 
 plied Parker, in a low voice, as he came to his 
 master's side, after closing the door. 
 
 ' Is it done?' asked Zassoulich. 
 
 ' Yes ; the dog's at the bottom of the river 
 with a stone round his neck.' 
 
 Zassoulich kept Parker close at his heels all 
 day, lest he should be tempted, by a favourable 
 occasion, to take the diamonds before the 
 moment fixed on. Mrs. Parker, with very 
 little to do, walked about her mistress's room 
 like a caged beast before feeding-time. 
 
 ' On this happy occasion, my dear Mrs. 
 Caldecott,' said Zassoulich, in his most cour- 
 teous tones, when he was walking beside his 
 hostess after lunch — ' on this occasion I cannot 
 deny myself the pleasure of sitting with your 
 guests at the same table.' 
 
 ' That's the handsomest compliment that 
 has been paid me to-day.' said Mrs. Calde- 
 cott, and she ordered that the seat on her
 
 236 THE SIN OF 
 
 right hand should be reserved for the 
 Prince. 
 
 1 Does the Prince want me to wait upon 
 him at table ?' asked Parker, in a tone of 
 chagrin, when he found an opportunity of 
 speaking to his master privately. 
 
 ' No ; my grand-daughter will attend to my 
 wants. You will leave me as soon as the 
 soup is served. I will tell you at the right 
 moment/ 
 
 Dinner was served at seven sharp. The 
 long table was crowded. The Major was 
 radiant. 
 
 ' You can go, Parker,' said Zassoulich, and, 
 turning to his hostess, he added, 'I wish to 
 hear only your voice and my grand-daughter's, 
 and forget that I am blind.' 
 
 The old man had quite a great deal to say, 
 and turned a neat answer to every question, 
 dropping in a profound observation here and 
 there, to give the conversation a proper
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 237 
 
 amount of light and shade. Nevertheless, his 
 thoughts were following Parker, and his ear 
 was strained to catch the first jingle of the 
 alarm. 
 
 The Major had just let off his favourite 
 witticism, and the laugh he led was still 
 rippling round the table, when Zassoulich 
 started to his feet with raised finger, and 
 cried : 
 
 ' Major Caldecott, do you hear that ?' 
 
 His commanding figure and attitude, his 
 strident tone, stilled every voice in an instant; 
 then, plainly enough, the sound of the alarm 
 was heard jingling from the wall behind a 
 picture. 
 
 1 Ling a-ling a-ling a-ling a-ling a-ling 
 a-ling a-ling,' the bell sounded, and everyone 
 sat as if petrified in wondering astonishment. 
 
 ' Excuse me,' gasped the Major, rising from 
 his seat ; and, leaving the room quickly, his 
 step was heard running along the passage.
 
 238 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 
 
 1 Ling a-ling a-ling a-ling a-ling a-ling 
 a-ling,' the bell continued. 
 
 ' What is it ?' asked a dozen hushed voices. 
 
 ' Someone has broken open our host's safe : 
 the safe where his diamonds are kept/ said 
 Zassoulich, in his tone of military authority. 
 ' Lock the doors ; let no one leave the house.' 
 
 There was a cry of terror on the part of the 
 women ; the men rushed off to render assist- 
 ance to the Major. 
 
 1 Oh, it must be a mistake!' cried Mrs. Cal- 
 decott, ever ready to find a bright side to the 
 worst of disasters. ' That bell's always ring- 
 ing for nothing. I do wish, though, that Mr. 
 David McAllister had not induced my husband 
 to put it up.' 
 
 1 So will Mr. David McAllister,' said Zas- 
 soulich to himself.
 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 Outside the dining-room two or three ser- 
 vants were occupied at a sideboard with the 
 service for the next course. The Major 
 dashed past them and upstairs. There was 
 not a soul visible upon the stairs, the land- 
 ing, or in the corridor. The bell was still 
 jingling as he passed through his bedroom. 
 On the threshold of the open door he stood 
 for a moment aghast. The door of his safe 
 was wide open : the box in which the dia- 
 monds were kept lay on the floor end upwards, 
 showing the compartment within — empty. 
 
 Instinctively he whipped the revolver from 
 the wall, and looked round with the fierce
 
 240 THE SIN OF 
 
 hope of finding the enemy still there. The 
 room was empty. He strode into the adjoin- 
 ing bedroom and made a hasty search ; then, 
 hearing a movement in the corridor, he sprang 
 to the door, to find only his guests trooping 
 up with expectancy in their faces. 
 
 c They are gone — my diamonds — my for- 
 tune ! All — all !' exclaimed the Major, in 
 a tone rendered more piteous by contrast with 
 his ordinary sturdy fortitude. ; Ruined !' he 
 added in despair, as he looked round the 
 empty bedroom and sank in a chair, overcome 
 by the sense of his loss. 
 
 ' My dear Major!' said the Right Hon., in a 
 voice of expostulation. 
 
 ' My wife — Evelyn — it's their fortune — all 
 I had to give them — gone !' 
 
 ' It cannot be gone ; there has not been 
 time for the thief to escape. Before he could 
 have got down the grand stairs you were 
 upon them/
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 241 
 
 1 But the servants' staircase ?' 
 
 ' Lesley is guarding that ; I sent him there 
 the moment I understood what had happened.' 
 
 ' Then the thief is still in the house!' cried 
 the Major, springing to his feet. 
 
 ' Undoubtedly.' 
 
 At that moment one of the men who had 
 gone into the inner room announced that all 
 the diamonds were not stolen ; he had put his 
 foot on one in crossing to the empty safe. 
 
 Then, as a second, third and fourth diamond 
 was found by the party now eagerly exploring 
 the floor, it became evident that the thief, 
 alarmed by the bell in the next room, had 
 dropped the box in his fear of apprehen- 
 sion. The Right Hon. was the only man 
 who did not bend his knee in the search. 
 
 ' How many stones were there ?' he asked. 
 
 4 Twenty-one and the large one.' 
 
 1 Has the large one been found ?' 
 
 'Not yet.' 
 
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 242 THE SIN OF 
 
 The Right Hon. went down to Lesley, who, 
 with Betterton, was guarding the foot of the 
 servants' staircase, and sent him off to find 
 the local policeman ; he himself stayed keep- 
 ing Lord George company. 
 
 Presently Mrs. Parker came down, and 
 would have passed by, but the Right Hon. 
 stopped her. 
 
 ' I must trouble you to go upstairs for a 
 little while,' he said, with firm civility ; ' for 
 the present no one can be allowed to circulate 
 in the house.' 
 
 Mrs. Parker, with her lips and thin nostrils 
 more tightly compressed than ever, replied by 
 a stiff bow, and returned the way she came. 
 
 ' That woman or her husband will try the 
 other staircase,' said the Right Hon. to his 
 companion. ' If you know your way through 
 the kitchen, go and stop her. Her husband 
 is the man you have seen attending the 
 Russian, Zassoulich.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 243 
 
 Betterton started off with the delight of a 
 reserve ordered into action, and reached the 
 foot of the grand staircase just in time to 
 meet Mrs. Parker coming briskly down. 
 
 ' I must trouble you to go upstairs again/ 
 he said, in the Right Hon.'s measured tones. 
 i For the present no one can be allowed to 
 circulate in the house.' 
 
 If Mrs. Parker could have knocked him 
 down with a glance Lord George would cer- 
 tainly have been floored. But the vindictive 
 look in her eyes only served to sharpen his 
 wits, and glancing up quickly, he had the 
 satisfaction of catching a glimpse of Parker 
 looking down from the landing above. 
 
 1 By Jupiter ! they're in it,' he said to him- 
 self ; and, anxious to impart his conviction to 
 the Right Hon., he beckoned the gentleman 
 posted at the outer door, communicated his 
 belief, and, with strong injunctions to him to 
 let neither Parker nor his wife pass, left him 
 
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 244 THE SIN OF 
 
 to guard the stairs, and returned to the 
 Right Hon. 
 
 ' We may discover shortly why she was so 
 anxious to pass the barrier,' said the Right 
 Hon., when he had heard Betterton's informa- 
 tion. 
 
 They had not long to wait. About ten 
 minutes later there was a ring at the servants' 
 bell. 
 
 ' That is Lesley with the policeman. I will 
 let him in. Stay here,' said the Right Hon. 
 
 He opened the door. An elderly man in 
 an Inverness cape stood outside. 
 
 1 I've come from Mr. Evans, of Reading, 
 with Prince Zassoulich's glasses,' he said, 
 presenting a small parcel. ' There's half a 
 crown to pa}%' 
 
 1 T dare say you wish to see the Prince's 
 man, Mr. Parker. Come in and wait until 
 he is disengaged.' 
 
 Servants wear tail coats and white ties, so
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 245 
 
 it was not the Right Hon.'s evening dress 
 which alarmed the man ; it was his voice and 
 delivery that betrayed the Minister. 
 
 With a hasty excuse, the man quietly, but 
 quickly, withdrew. 
 
 Had the Right Hon. felt himself as strong 
 physically as he was mentally, he would have 
 seized that man and compelled him to wait 
 till Lesley returned with the policeman ; but, 
 like most intellectual men, he dreaded per- 
 sonal encounter, and suffered the confederate 
 to escape. Lesley returned with the constable 
 five minutes too late. 
 
 Meanwhile the search upstairs went along 
 merrily. The ladies helped, the excitement 
 growing as another treasure was discovered, 
 a chorus of joyful cries announcing each fresh 
 find. At last, when a systematic investiga- 
 tion of every nook and corner had been made, 
 it was announced that twenty-one diamonds 
 were discovered — the complete set except one.
 
 246 THE SIN OF 
 
 That one, unfortunately, happened to be the 
 great crystal, worth double all the rest. Then 
 it became evident that the thief had secured 
 that, and possibly scattered the remainder 
 purposely to gain time for escape. 
 
 During this time some of the orentlemen 
 with the intelligent constable had closely ex- 
 amined every hiding-place in the house, from 
 cock-loft to cellar, with a view to capturing 
 the thief The result was fruitless. Only the 
 faintest hope existed of its being otherwise ; 
 for the false key left in the lock of the safe 
 was to most persons conclusive evidence that 
 the robbery had been committed by someone 
 residing in the house who had found means 
 to take an impression of the lock. 
 
 Zassoulich and Olga alone remained in 
 the dining-room, when the ladies, overcoming 
 their dread of robbers, had gone upstairs to 
 satisfy their curiosity. Both were quite 
 silent. At the first announcement of a theft
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 247 
 
 Olga's heart had almost ceased to beat as the 
 terrible suspicion flashed upon her mind that 
 her grandfather was concerned in it. That 
 he was seated at the table when the alarm was 
 rung, and that he himself indicated the pre- 
 cautions to be taken to prevent the thief's 
 escape, rather strengthened than diminished 
 her apprehensions. She knew him. 
 
 ' Grandfather,' she asked, murmuring low 
 in Russian, ' who has done this ?' 
 
 ' Don't ask foolish questions/ he replied, in 
 the same tongue. ' Remember your father's 
 folly cost us a fortune and sent us to Siberia. 
 Be wiser, or prepare for worse.' 
 
 Presently he told her to take him to his 
 room. At the foot of the stairs, the young 
 fellow left to guard them (he had arrived late, 
 and barely seen either Zassoulich or Olga) 
 said : 
 
 ' Very unfortunate affair.' 
 
 ' Indeed, indeed,' Olga replied.
 
 248 THE SIN OF 
 
 She would have passed on, feeling at that 
 moment that all must see in her face evidence 
 of her grandfather's guilt, but her grandfather 
 detained her. 
 
 ' Has the thief been found yet ?' he asked. 
 
 ' Not yet.' The young fellow, big with 
 the importance of exclusive knowledge, 
 lowered his voice to a confidential manner as 
 he added : ' But they're not far off. Ser- 
 vants, as usual — a couple. One tried to slip 
 downstairs just now. A woman about thirty 
 with a hatchet face. Perhaps you know her ?' 
 
 Olga shook her head, sickening with the 
 conviction that Mrs. Parker, her own servant, 
 was indicated. 
 
 ' Lord Betterton just hurried round in time 
 to stop her here, after turning her back at the 
 other staircase. And, what is more conclu- 
 sive, he caught sight of her husband looking 
 down to see if she had managed to run the 
 blockade.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 249 
 
 ' Infamous wretches !' exclaimed Zassou- 
 lich. ' I hope they will be searched.' 
 
 Olga left the old man at his door, and 
 forced herself to join a knot of ladies near the 
 landing. 
 
 ' Bungler !' muttered Zassoulich, as Parker 
 closed the room door and took his arm to 
 lead him to a seat. ' Were not you told that 
 an alarm was fitted on ? Had not you the 
 sense to cut the wires ?' 
 
 ' There were none to cut. I looked for 'em.' 
 
 ' You are as big a fool as your wife. That's 
 a good deal to say for you, too. You know 
 that she is suspected already of trying to 
 dodge Lord Betterton — first on one stair, then 
 on the other?' 
 
 ' Ah, he knows that.' 
 
 ' He — everybody knows it. And you were 
 seen too. A pretty pair to be entrusted with 
 such a delicate business as this.' 
 
 ' Curse her ! I said she'd ruin us.'
 
 250 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' That's why you gave her the thing to take 
 care of.' 
 
 ' I've got it back, though,' Parker muttered 
 between his teeth. 
 
 I Thinking you could succeed when she 
 failed. Ugh ! I can feel the air from the 
 window you have opened. Shut it. You 
 can't drop from this height, Parker. It's too 
 high to drop. The Major is armed, and never 
 misses when he aims ; you couldn't cross the 
 lawn without being- seen.' 
 
 Parker looked askant at the old man, who 
 rightly divined the very reflections that had 
 occurred to him as he gauged the possibility 
 of escape only a few minutes before. 
 
 I I know you do not wish to let the thing- 
 go out of your hand/ the old man continued, 
 in a low tone which was perfectly inaudible 
 beyond the door. ' Though it is safer, so far 
 as that other party is concerned, in my hands 
 than it is in yours, as you know ; but you
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 251 
 
 will have to give it to me. In a very short 
 time you will be searched. The thing is too 
 big to swallow. If it is found on you nothing 
 can save you. You will be ruined for life. 
 Keep it till the last moment ; but when the 
 last moment comes pass it on to me.' 
 
 ' Ah, well, it's gone, and there's an end of 
 it,' exclaimed the Major, in a tone of resigna- 
 tion, when the search came to an end. 
 
 ' Precisely my way of looking at it, dear,' 
 said Mrs. Caldecott cheerfully. ' There's an 
 end of it, and now we can begin again as if 
 the incident had not occurred. I only hope,' 
 she added, turning to her guests, ' that the 
 thief has not taken any of your appetites as 
 well as our property. Come, let us take a 
 little turn in the garden while the servants 
 rearrange the table. You'll see about that, 
 Harry, won't you ?' 
 
 The Major promised, and would gladly have
 
 252 THE SHS OF 
 
 carried out the idea ; but, as the ladies left, 
 the Right Hon. took his arm and said quietly : 
 
 1 Not yet, Major.' 
 
 ' My dear sir, haven't we searched every 
 corner of the room ? What else can we do ?' 
 
 ' Examine the servants. There is strong 
 reason to believe that one of them has the lost 
 diamond.' 
 
 The Major laughed derisively. 
 
 * Why, my servants ' he began. 
 
 The Right Hon. interrupted : 
 
 ' I do not say whose servant is to be sus- 
 pected ; but, in justice to the innocent, you 
 must take what means are possible for dis- 
 covering which is guilty.' 
 
 There were not two opinions as to the ad- 
 visability of this course. 
 
 1 Well, gentlemen,' said the Major ruefully, 
 1 if it's the unanimous wish it shall be done ; 
 but how it's to be done I don't, for the life of 
 me, see.'
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 253 
 
 ' We will go down into the library,' sug- 
 gested the Right Hon. ' The constable need 
 not be introduced until he is wanted. Send 
 for every servant in the house. Tell them 
 your diamond is gone — no sign of any burglar 
 to be found — and ask them if they would 
 like to prove themselves innocent of the theft 
 by voluntarily submitting to be searched. 
 Not one will object to prove his innocence. 
 The objection will come from the thief, and 
 that one must be searched on compulsion.' 
 
 ' Well, if it must be' — the Major lifted his 
 eyebrows and passed his fingers up through 
 his hair. ' Hang me if I should like it were 
 I a servant ! Better get it over at once, eh V 
 
 Soon after this there was a rap at the door 
 of Zassoulich's room. 
 
 ' Open the door, Parker,' said Zassoulich, 
 and as the man passed him he murmured, 
 ' They have come for you.' 
 
 The Right Hon. and Lord George entered
 
 254 THE SIN OF 
 
 the room. It seemed to Parker that Ivan 
 Zassoulich had supernatural power. 
 
 In a few words the Eight Hon. told Zassou- 
 lich the result of the search, and then said : 
 
 ' I am instructed by Major Caldecott to ask 
 if you will permit your servant to go down 
 into the library for a few minutes.' 
 
 4 Certainly I will. Parker, follow the 
 gentlemen downstairs.' 
 
 ' Would you like to come down V Betterton 
 asked. 
 
 1 Thank you, no. But if you will be good 
 enough to send my grand-daughter to me I 
 shall thank you ; and, Parker, before you go, 
 give me my silk handkerchief. I think I left 
 it in the next room.' 
 
 Parker fetched the handkerchief from the 
 next room and presented it to his master ; 
 then, with a respectful bow, he turned and 
 followed the Right Hon. and Lord George. 
 
 Ivan Zassoulich passed the silk handker-
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 255 
 
 chief over his face carefully, as though a dozen 
 watching eyes were upon him, and rested his 
 elbow on the arm of the chair, the soft hand- 
 kerchief in the palm of his hand against his 
 mouth. 
 
 1 1 knew you would come to me,' he whis- 
 pered rapturously. ' I knew that so much 
 patient love and thought could not be unre- 
 warded. And you have come to me, my 
 treasure, my heart's delight;' and he kissed the 
 big diamond through the folds of the silk in 
 which Parker had deposited it.
 
 CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 Parker was the last servant to enter the 
 library. The Major sat at his writing-table 
 with the gentlemen on each side of him at the 
 lower end. The servants stood opposite at 
 the upper end — the men on one side ; the 
 women on the other. Parker and his wife 
 exchanged glances, necessarily rapid and in 
 consequence unintelligible. Mrs. Parker's face 
 was cadaverous, rigid, and death-like as a wax 
 mask. 
 
 The Major rose as Dunbar and Betterton 
 came to his side, and, with as much firmness 
 as his dislike to the proceeding allowed, 
 explained the position of affairs, and called
 
 THE SIN OF OLGA ZASSOULICH 257 
 
 upon the servants to submit to a personal 
 examination. 
 
 ' Now, you know,' he said, in conclusion, 
 ' I don't suppose any of you will object ; but, 
 in case there may be any question upon that 
 point, I think we had better have a show of 
 hands. Now, all those ' 
 
 ' Allow me to ask one question, Mr. Calde 
 cott,' said Mrs. Parker, stepping forward 
 1 What right have you to search us ?' 
 
 1 Without a search warrant I have possibly 
 no right at all ; but ' 
 
 ' Pardon me for interrupting,' said the Right 
 Hon., rising. ' The offer is made,' he added, 
 addressing Mrs. Parker, ' that you may have 
 the opportunity of proving your innocence 
 without official inquiry.' 
 
 ' What right have you to suppose that we 
 are guilty ?' asked Mrs. Parker sharply. 
 • ' We don't suppose it,' said the Major. 
 
 ' Excuse me, sir, for contradicting you, but 
 
 VOL. I. 17
 
 258 THE SIN OF 
 
 you do. From the first we have been con- 
 fined to one part of the house for that reason. 
 And I ask again, why are we suspected ?' 
 
 The Major glanced uneasily at the Right 
 Hon., who at once replied : 
 
 1 Suspicion must necessarily fall upon you 
 in the absence of any other possible thief.' 
 
 ' That is not true, sir. Supposing one of 
 your servants, Mr. Caldecott, or one of } T our 
 visitors' servants, found means to open your 
 safe, it does not follow that the diamond has 
 been taken by us. Every lady and gentleman 
 in the house has been engaged in looking for 
 the stones — everybody except the servants. 
 How do you know whether the great diamond 
 has been found or not — whether it has not 
 been picked up and secreted by one of you ? 
 You may smile, but such a thing is not im- 
 possible. There are dishonest masters as well 
 as dishonest servants. I have nothing to fear, 
 or I shouldn't be fool enough to open my
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 259 
 
 mouth; but I speak in behalf of my fellow- 
 servants, who may not feel so free. The loss 
 of character means ruin to us ; and which of 
 yon gentlemen would engage a servant who 
 had to confess he'd been examined on sus- 
 picion of theft ? For my part I object to be 
 searched, and I advise all the rest to do as I 
 do.' 
 
 With a slight jerk of the head she drew back. 
 
 4 Well, what is the general opinion V asked 
 the Major, in helpless perplexity. 
 
 The terrible searching eye of the Right PI on. 
 was upon Parker, who, taking his regard as a 
 challenge, replied : 
 
 i I should like to say, gentlemen, that I don't 
 see the matter in the same light as my wife. 
 I have no objection to being searched.' 
 
 The Right Hon. was now morally convinced 
 that Zassoulich was a confederate, and that 
 Parker had passed the diamond on to him. 
 He had observed a look of vexation in the 
 
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 260 THE SIN OF 
 
 man's face as his wife, probably believing that 
 the plunder was in his possession, had raised 
 an objection to the search, which would have 
 cleared them and put an end to further investi- 
 gation. 
 
 ' Now, how about the rest of } t ou ?' asked 
 the Major, appealing to all. 
 
 ' I beg your pardon, Mr. Caldecott, but I 
 should like to saj T a few 7 words,' said the 
 gardener — a shining light among the Wes- 
 leyans of the village, and proud of his gifts. 
 ' What Mrs. Parker has said is to the p'int 
 and purpose. Loss of character is ruin to the 
 servants, who are not in the same position as 
 masters.' 
 
 The Right Hon. smiled as the gardener, 
 encouraged to speak plain truths, went on : 
 
 1 You have said, sir, that the lost property 
 represents a large part of your fortune ; con- 
 sequently, having lost it, we may expect you 
 to reduce your establishment, and your ser-
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 261 
 
 vants seeking new places must state the reason 
 why, and admit to having been under this here 
 suspicion ; but, as Mrs. Parker has p'inted out, 
 masters can be dishonest as well as servants, 
 and this here new disease, klepto — something 
 or other — seems to be mighty prevalent 
 among the higher classes ; therefore, sir, if a 
 search is to be made, I think it ought in fair- 
 ness to include masters as well as servants, 
 and seeing that most of the gentlemen present 
 have been handling diamonds for the last hour, 
 while we've been kept, as I may say, prisoners, 
 1 do humbly suggest that the gentlemen 
 should be searched first. After which I don't 
 see as we can have any objection to uitder- 
 going a similar operation. Excuse me, gentle- 
 men, for being so straightforrard.' 
 
 ' Perfectly just, perfectly logical,' said the 
 Right Hon. in a low tone. 
 
 1 Nonsense !' the Major exclaimed ; ' it's 
 simply the reductio ad absurdum of reasoning.'
 
 262 THE SIN OF 
 
 ' Treat it as a jest by all means,' whispered 
 the Right Hon. — ' it is the very best means of 
 escape from a position which might otherwise 
 appear ignominious ; but accede to the pro- 
 posal at once.' 
 
 ' Never !' exclaimed the Major sturdily, as 
 he rose from his chair and turned from the 
 
 table. ' D it all, sir, do you think this 
 
 fustian of equality will lead me to outrage 
 the laws of hospitality and offer insults to the 
 guests under my roof ? No — not for all the 
 diamonds in existence.' 
 
 ' But if the majority of your friends desire 
 — if they do more than that — insist on this 
 examination ?' 
 
 ' They will do nothing of the sort if they 
 have any sense in their heads.' 
 
 ' That remains to be seen. Gentlemen,' he 
 continued, still in the same unemotional, low 
 voice, addressing the knot of men who had 
 followed him and the Major through the open
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 263 
 
 window on to the terrace, ' I am not one to 
 make a grave charge lightly. I tell you, with 
 a firm conviction which nothing can shake, 
 that the lost diamond will be found, not upon 
 any of the servants, but on one of the guests. 
 I make this charge openly ; your common 
 honour compels you to demand a complete and 
 immediate investigation.' 
 
 A unanimous consent was given by the 
 murmuring voices of those who heard him. 
 
 ' I will have nothing to do with it,' said the 
 Major, plunging his hands in his pockets. 
 
 ' That is advisable. With your permission, 
 I will take the whole responsibility of this 
 course upon myself.' 
 
 At this moment Zassoulich and his grand- 
 daughter came into sight. The old man 
 walked with his customary slow, military 
 gait, his shoulders thrown back, his head 
 erect. One hand was thrust in the breast of his 
 closely buttoned frock-coat ; the other rested
 
 264 THE SIN OF 
 
 on Olga's arm. He was speaking, and that 
 enabled Olga to bend her head in a listening 
 attitude. She felt that the colour had gone 
 from her lips, and that her face was deadly 
 white. Horror of her present position, terror 
 of something worse yet to come, seemed to 
 freeze the blood in her veins. 
 
 ' At least you will spare that old man this 
 ordeal,' the Major said quickly, as, raising 
 his head, his eyes fell on what was to him a 
 touching picture of nobility and innocence. 
 ' He was at the table when the alarm rang. 
 He has not been near the room. He is 
 blind !' 
 
 ' Yes, that may be ; but his servants are 
 not blind.' 
 
 The Right Hon. stepped forward to meet 
 Zassoulich, and, as briefly as possible, told 
 him what the majority of guests had decided 
 upon. Only Olga cowered ; the old man 
 listened with inflexible calmness.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 265 
 
 ' Am I to understand that you are serious ?' 
 he asked when the Right Hon. ceased to 
 speak. 
 
 ' Quite.' 
 
 ' You are not my host. Where is he?' 
 
 ' Here,' said the Major, stepping forward. 
 'And I cannot tell you how deeply grieved ' 
 
 ' A soldier and a man of honour should 
 have nothing to regret. Is it with your 
 sanction that this shame is put upon your 
 guests ?' 
 
 ' I alone am reponsible for a course taken 
 on behalf of those who also are guests,' said 
 the Right. Hon. 
 
 1 Major Caldecott is fortunate in finding one 
 who can accept such a base office. Is it your 
 custom, gentlemen, to put yourselves in the 
 position of suspected thieves — to prove your 
 honesty by shameful degradation \ I could 
 not have believed it. I have been searched 
 by the police of Moscow — then the safety of
 
 266 THE SIN OF 
 
 an emperor's life was the excuse ; and you 
 have cried shame upon the Power that 
 sanctions such outrage. Here you put a like 
 indignity upon your friends when a mere 
 bauble is lost.' 
 
 ' Of course you are not compelled ' the 
 
 Right Hon. began. 
 
 1 Stop, sir !' Zassoulich exclaimed, throw- 
 ing up his left hand, at the same time 
 drawing the other from his breast, and 
 clutching Olga's hand with passionate anger 
 in his face. ' I will not give you that pretext 
 to slander me when I am gone. I know you. 
 I read your character long ago. You have 
 said to your son, " Beware of that Russian 
 and his grand-daughter. We know nothing 
 about them. Go away tor a few weeks, lest 
 you fall a victim to their snares." You have 
 said this ; deny it if you dare. And you, 
 who would blot the character of this innocent 
 child upon the strength of a canard — a report
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 267 
 
 whispered behind the back of a hand in 
 the corner of an embassy — have doubtless 
 jumped eagerly at this opportunity of put- 
 ting us to public shame for the better 
 protection of your son. You have suc- 
 ceeded, but you shall not get your full 
 measure of success. I will not leave it open 
 for you to say to - morrow or to - night, 
 " Ah ! that old man got off cheaply ; if we 
 had only stripped him to the skin we 
 should have found the diamond." You 
 shall strip me to the skin. The only mercy 
 I will ask, in consideration of my age, is 
 that I am kept here no longer for the com- 
 passionate to pity. If anyone will do me a 
 service,' he added, turning his head slowly 
 as if to face a friend, " I ask him to fetch a 
 carriage, that I may take my grandchild 
 away as soon as this shameful business is 
 done.' 
 
 ' It shall be done,' Lesley said.
 
 268 THE SIN OF 
 
 Zassoulich bowed his acknowledgment in 
 silence : then turning towards the Right 
 Hon., said, with biting sarcasm, ' I am 
 waiting for you to strip me, Mr. Dunbar.' 
 
 The Right Hon., although considerably 
 staggered by the unexpected and direct 
 blow dealt by Zassoulich, still stuck to his 
 conviction, and at once led the old man into 
 the smoking-room that adjoined the library. 
 Then he called the constable. ' This gentle- 
 man desires to be searched,' he said, and 
 withdrew. 
 
 The Major, more indignant and more 
 unhappy than he had ever been in his life, 
 attacked him the moment he stepped out 
 upon the terrace. 
 
 ' Mr. Dunbar,' he said, in a voice shaken 
 with conflicting emotions, ' you have done me 
 a great wrong.' 
 
 1 You allude ' the Right Hon. began, 
 
 in his cold, formal tone.
 
 OLGA ZASSOULICH 269 
 
 ' Oh, I'm not alluding to anything Zassou- 
 lich said about you ' 
 
 1 Everything that he said,' observed the 
 complacent Right Hon., ' was perfectly true. 
 Allowing for exaggeration, he divined no 
 more than was actually the fact.' 
 
 1 It isn't that. You have taken advantage 
 of the weakness in my character to push this 
 inquiry beyond the limits of decency and 
 honour.' 
 
 1 Wait until you hear the result of this 
 examination.' 
 
 ' It does not affect my conscience whether 
 Zassoulich is guilty or not guilty. In either 
 case, you have done me an irreparable injury. 
 You have made me, for the first time in my 
 life, ashamed of myself, and, however this 
 matter ends, I beg you, sir, to consider me no 
 longer your friend.' 
 
 The Right Hon. accepted this with a 
 stiff bow, and turned away, painfully con-
 
 270 THE SIN OF 
 
 scious that his zeal to free Lesley from the 
 toils of a designing adventuress had placed 
 him in a very awkward position. Nothing 
 could justify him except success. And just 
 then the constable came from the smoking- 
 room to inform him that a complete search 
 had ended in his finding nothing in the shape 
 of a diamond upon the person of Zassoulich. 
 
 Lesley returned, bringing a fly. 
 
 Zassoulich, coming from the room, seem- 
 ingly broken doAvn by the humiliation he 
 had been subjected to, asked, in a trembling 
 voice : ' Where is my grand-daughter V 
 
 Olga, who had sat apart, refusing to 
 accept consolation or sympathy from any- 
 one—her hands folded in her lap, her head 
 bent, her whole aspect the embodiment of 
 humiliation — rose and joined him. 
 
 ' Am I free to go V he asked, raising his 
 voice, and by a movement seeming to shake 
 off his humility,
 
 OLGA ZASSOULTCH 271 
 
 1 You are free,' the Right Hon. answered. 
 
 ' Then come, my child/ said Zassoulich. 
 
 The men made way and bowed in silence 
 as Zassoulich, taking Olga's hand, moved 
 forward. 
 
 ' Unless,' he added, stopping, with grand 
 audacity, in a voice of fierce wrath, ' unless 
 it is your custom to submit young women 
 as well as old men to the hands of your 
 police.' 
 
 At that very moment Olga had the diamond 
 in her hand ! 
 
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