At the entrance Fandorin behaved even more surprisingly.
He let the lady go ahead, but didn’t walk in straight away himself; he paused, and then entered very rapidly, almost leaping in.
He ran up the stairway first, keeping his hand in his coat pocket all the time.
‘Maybe he’s gaga,’ Lidina suddenly thought in fright. ‘Cock-a-doodle in the head, as they say nowadays.’
But it was too late to back out now.
Fandorin moved her aside and bounded forward. He swung round and pressed his back against the wall of the hallway. He rapidly turned his gaze left, right, upwards.
A little black pistol had appeared in his hand out of nowhere.
‘What’s wrong with you?’ Glyceria Romanovna exclaimed, seriously frightened.
The insane investigator asked:
‘Well, where is he?’
‘Who?’
‘Your lover. Or superior. I really don’t know yet what your relationship with him is.’
‘Who are you talking about?’ Lidina babbled in a panic. ‘I don’t under-’
‘The one who set you this assignment,’ Fandorin interrupted impatiently, listening very carefully. ‘The staff captain, your travelling companion. It was him who ordered you to entice me here, wasn’t it? But he’s not in the apartment, I would sense it. Where is he?’
She threw her hands up to her chest. He knew, he knew everything! But how?’
‘Vasya’s not my lover,’ she gabbled, realising through intuition rather than reason that now was the time to tell the truth. ‘He’s my friend, and I really want to help him. Don’t ask me where he is, I won’t tell you. Erast Petrovich, dear man, I want to ask you for clemency.’
‘For what?’
‘For clemency! A man committed a foolish error. From your military point of view it might be considered a crime, but it’s nothing more than absentmindedness! Surely absentmindedness ought not to be punished so severely!’
The man with dark hair wrinkled up his forehead and put the pistol away in his pocket.
‘I don’t q-quite understand… Who are you talking about?’
‘Why about him, about him! Vasya Rybnikov! Yes, I know, he lost that drawing of yours, but now do you have to destroy a good man? Why, it’s monstrous! The war will be over in a month, or maybe six, and he has to serve hard labour? Or even worse? It’s not human, it’s not Christian, you must agree!’ And this all flooded out so sincerely and soulfully that the tears sprang to her own eyes.
Even this cold fish Fandorin was touched – he gazed at her in surprise bordering on utter amazement.
‘How could you think I was trying to save my lover!’ Glyceria Romanovna declared bitterly, following up quickly on her advantage. ‘If I loved one man, how could I entice another? Yes, at first I intended to enchant you, in order to help Vasya, but… but you really have turned my head. I confess, I even forgot why I wanted to lead you on… You know, I felt a kind of twinge here…’ She set her hand slightly below her bodice in order to emphasise the line of her bust, which was quite lovely enough already.
Glyceria Romanovna uttered several more phrases in the same vain in a voice muffled with passion, without worrying too much about their plausibility – everyone knew how gullible and susceptible men were to that kind of talk, especially when the prey was so close and so accessible.
‘I’m not asking you for anything. And I won’t ask. Let’s forget about everything…’
She threw her head back and turned it slightly to one side. First, this was her best angle. And secondly, the position made it very convenient to kiss her.
A second passed, then another, and another.
But no kiss came.
Opening her eyes and squinting sideways, Lidina saw that Fandorin was not looking at her, but off to one side. But there was nothing of any interest there, just the telephone apparatus hanging on the wall.
‘He lost a drawing? Is that what Rybnikov told you?’ the investigator said thoughtfully. ‘He lied to you, madam. That man is a Japanese spy. If you don’t want to tell me where he is, you do not have to. I shall find out today in any case. G-goodbye.’
He swung round and walked out of the apartment.
Glyceria Romanovna’s legs almost buckled under her. A spy? What monstrous suspicion! She had to warn him immediately. It turned out that the danger was even more serious than he thought! And then, Fandorin had said that he would find out today where Vasya was hiding!
She grabbed the telephone earpiece, but suddenly felt afraid that the investigator might be listening from the stairway. She opened the door – no one there, nothing but rapid footsteps on the stairs.
She went back in and telephoned.
‘Saint-Saëns Boarding House,’ a woman’s voice cooed in the earpiece. She could hear the sounds of a piano playing a jolly polka.
‘I need to talk to Vasilii Alexandrovich urgently!’
‘He’s not here.’
‘Will he be back soon?’
‘He doesn’t report to us.’
What an ill-mannered maid! Lidina stamped her foot in frustration.
There was only one answer: she must go there and wait for him.
The doorman gaped at the visitor as if it was some devil with horns on his head who had arrived, not an elegantly dressed, highly respectable lady, and he blocked the entrance with his chest.
‘Who do you want?’ he asked suspiciously.
The same sounds of rollicking music she had heard on the telephone came out through the doorway. In a respectable boarding house, after ten o’clock in the evening?
Ah yes, today was 26 May, wasn’t it, the end of the school year, Glyceria Romanovna recalled. There must be a graduation party in the boarding house, that was why there were so many carriages in the courtyard – the parents had come. It was hardly surprising that the doorman did not wish to admit an outsider.
‘I’m not here for the party,’ Lidina explained to him. ‘I need to wait for Vasilii Alexandrovich. He will probably arrive soon.’
‘He’s already come back. Only this isn’t the way to his rooms, you need to go in over there,’ said the doorman, pointing to the small wing.
‘Ah, how stupid of me! Naturally, Vasya can’t live with the girl boarders!’
She ran up the steps with a rustle of silk. She rang the bell hastily and then started knocking as well.
The windows of the apartment were dark. Not a shadow stirring, not a sound.
Tired of waiting, Lidina shouted:
‘Vasilii Alexandrovich! It’s me! I have something urgent and terribly important to tell you!’
And the door opened immediately, that very second.
Rybnikov stood in the doorway, staring silently at his unexpected visitor.
‘Why is it dark in your rooms?’ she asked – in a whisper for some reason.
‘I think the electrical transformer has burnt out. What’s happened?’
‘But you have candles, don’t you?’ she asked, walking in, and immediately, still on the threshold, stumbling over the words in her agitation, she started telling him the bad news: how she had met the official dealing with his case by chance, at someone’s home, and this man thought Vasilii Alexandrovich was a spy.
‘We have to explain to him that the drawing was stolen from you! I’ll be a witness, I’ll tell them about that nasty specimen on the train. You can’t imagine the kind of man Fandorin is. A very serious gentleman, eyes like ice! He should be looking for that swarthy character, not you! Let me explain everything to him myself!’
Rybnikov listened to her incoherent story without speaking as he lit the candles in the candelabra one after another. In the trembling light Glyceria Romanovna thought his face seemed so tired, unhappy and haunted that she choked on her pity.
‘I’ll do anything for you! I won’t leave you!’ Lidina exclaimed, clutching impetuously at his hands.