“Little domovoi,” said she, laying her
hand on his shoulder, “you have not watched
on this side?”
She pointed in her turn to the dining-room.
“No, no. You have seen it, madame, and
I am sufficiently informed.”
“Perfectly. There is nothing. No
one has worked there! No one has touched the
board. I knew it. I am sure of it.
It is dreadful what we have thought about it!
Oh, you do not know how relieved and happy I am.
Ah, Natacha, Natacha, I have not loved you in vain.
(She pronounced these words in accents of great beauty
and tragic sincerity.) When I saw her leave us, my
dear, ah, my legs sank under me. When she said,
’I have forgotten something; I must hurry back,’
I felt I had not the strength to go a single step.
But now I certainly am happy, that weight at least
is off my heart, off my heart, dear little domovoi,
because of you, because of you.”
She embraced him, and then ran away, like one possessed,
to resume her post near the general.
Notes in Rouletabille’s memorandum-book:
The affair of the little cavity under the floor not
having been touched again proves nothing for or against
Natacha (even though that excellent Matrena Petrovna
thinks so). Natacha could very well have been
warned by the too great care with which Madame Matrena
watched the floor. My opinion, since I saw Matrena
lift the carpet the first time without any real precaution,
is that they have definitely abandoned the preparation
of that attack and are trying to account for the secret
becoming known. What Matrena feels so sure of
is that the trap I laid by the promenade to the Point
was against Natacha particularly. I knew beforehand
that Natacha would absent herself during the promenade.
I’m not looking for anything new from Natacha,
but what I did need was to be sure that Matrena didn’t
detest Natacha, and that she had not faked the preparations
for an attack under the floor in such a way as to
throw almost certain suspicion on her step-daughter.
I am sure about that now. Matrena is innocent
of such a thing, the poor dear soul. If Matrena
had been a monster the occasion was too good.
Natacha’s absence, her solitary presence for
a quarter of an hour in the empty villa, all would
have urged Matrena, whom I sent alone to search under
the carpet in the dining-room, to draw the last nails
from the board if she was really guilty of having
drawn the others. Natacha would have been lost
then! Matrena returned sincerely, tragically
happy at not having found anything new, and now I
have the material proof that I needed. Morally
and physically Matrena is removed from it. So
I am going to speak to her about the hat-pin.
I believe that the matter is urgent on that side
rather than on the side of the nails in the floor.
THE MYSTERIOUS HAND
