For the first time he saw that everything that men like Botkin and Tatiscev had argued was not only right, it was also necessary. There could be no justice without social revolution. And the new society could not be founded until the old one had been destroyed. The troubling duality of his conflicted morality was all at once resolved. His convictions clarified. He remembered watching the fire on Alexandrovsky Prospect, and how he had come close to welcoming his own annihilation.
He was a dead man already. He saw now that he had been betrayed by Totsky, who had no doubt informed on him to ensure his destruction.
As always with Virginsky, there was something inescapably personal in this too. Again he looked for Tatyana Ruslanovna. The look of contempt was still in place. She gave a nod that was charged with challenge and mockery. Perhaps that was all it came down to, in the end: her nod propelled him.
He took one step towards the cluster of uniforms. He was aware that his movement seemed to provoke an agitated stir.
A second step, and there was a shout. He had the sense of a mass of blue rushing at him, a wave of twill that hit him with a shocking force. He landed heavily, his head thrown back, his eyes open on the highest tier of the iconostasis, the symbol of the entrance to Heaven. His skull hit the ground with a sickening crack. He felt the glass phials pocketed around his body pop and crumple, heard their brittle splintering, felt here and there the points of their tiny shards prick him through the material of the corset.
He braced himself for the end. But the explosion did not come. Above the screams of havoc filling the church, he thought he heard the sound of broken laughter.
A room in Fontanka, 16
The room that Virginsky was taken to resembled a well-appointed drawing room. He was not held under any kind of restraint but was treated with the utmost civility by Major Verkhotsev and his subordinates. He was given tea, which made him realise how hungry he was, and so he was also brought a meal of cabbage soup, sturgeon and potatoes, accompanied by a palatable French wine. He was rather given the impression that whatever he asked for would be provided.
‘Where is Porfiry Petrovich?’ asked Virginsky, pushing his empty plate away from him. ‘I insist on Porfiry Petrovich being present during my. . interview.’
Major Verkhotsev rolled a waxed moustache between thumb and forefinger. ‘I am afraid that won’t be possible. There was an accident, you see. Your little prank backfired.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘The prank you and Porfiry cooked up between you. It was a very stupid thing you did, you know. And dangerous. To discharge a gun at close range.’
‘But the cartridge was stuffed with a wad of paper. Porfiry prepared it himself.’
‘Something went wrong. There must have been a foreign particle lodged in the chamber. Porfiry Petrovich sustained a slight graze.’
‘A graze!’
‘Which became infected. The infection took hold.’
‘What are you saying? He is not dead? Not really?’
Major Verkhotsev blinked once before continuing: ‘It has not come to that. Yet. However, I warn you, his doctor, Dr Pervoyedov, is far from hopeful. He advises us to prepare for the worst.’
‘No! Porfiry is as strong as a bear. He will not succumb to a graze!’ Virginsky was on his feet. ‘I must go to him.’
‘There will be time for that. First, we need to have a little chat. Please, sit down. You will be taken to see him in due course.’
Virginsky sank back into his seat. ‘Taken? Am I to consider myself under arrest?’
‘One cannot simply overlook the fact that you tried to assassinate the Tsar.’
‘Did I?’
‘That’s certainly how it seems.’
‘But I did not even know that the Tsar was in the church. He was concealed by your men.’ Virginsky hurriedly asserted his lie, the desperation rising in his voice.
‘The deceased was a distant relative of a dear friend of the Tsar’s, and had been a courtier. It was therefore natural that the Tsar should attend her funeral.’
‘A dear friend? You are talking about his mistress?’
‘Please, you must not pay attention to scandal-mongers.’
‘I saw Totsky talking to you,’ said Virginsky abruptly.
‘Yes. Totsky was our agent.’
‘Then you will know from him what happened. Unless he is lying to cover his own duplicity.’
‘That fellow saved your life, you know. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he had rendered the nitroglycerine in your corset inert, you would have blown yourself up and taken God knows how many innocent souls with you. Mine included.’
Virginsky overlooked the Major’s appropriation of innocence. ‘I was drugged. They put the corset on me without my knowledge or consent — of course. I was acting under duress. They said that they would kill the baby if I didn’t obey.’
‘Baby?’
‘There is a baby. They said that they would kill it.’
Major Verkhotsev smiled. ‘It is unlikely that they ever intended to kill it. Even these people have some compunction. It was enough to hold out the prospect of infanticide to ensure your compliance. You have to hand it to them. They are astute psychologists.’
‘Have you arrested Tatiscev?’
‘It seems that Professor Tatiscev has gone to ground. He has not been seen at the university, or at any of his other usual haunts.’
‘And Tatyana Ruslanovna?’
‘From what Totsky says, wherever Tatiscev is, Tatyana Ruslanovna will not be far away. You knew of course that they were lovers?’
‘Totsky and Tatyana?’
‘No. Tatiscev and Tatyana.’
‘I see,’ said Virginsky, as if it made no difference to him. ‘What about the others? Kirill Kirillovich and Varvara Alexeevna? Botkin?’
‘Oh, we have them. So that is something, eh?’
There was a momentary silence. The animal pacification that Virginsky had experienced at the satisfaction of his immediate bodily needs gave way to a dull depression. ‘Tell me, was Porfiry Petrovich’s death ever announced?’
‘His death? No. Of course not. He has not died.’
‘No, I meant as a ruse. To convince the terrorists to trust me.’
‘There were bulletins about the seriousness of his condition and his decline in health. But naturally we would not release such egregiously false information. No matter what plans you and Porfiry had hatched.’
‘She lied to me. She told me that his obituary had appeared in the papers.’
Major Verkhotsev shook his head. ‘They played a ruse of their own, it seems.’
‘And Princess Dolgorukaya? That was Princess Dolgorukaya in the coffin?’
‘Yes.’
‘How did she die?’
‘She suffered a heart attack.’
Virginsky let out an involuntary laugh.
Major Verkhotsev raised a quizzical eyebrow.
‘It was something Tatyana Ruslanovna said,’ explained Virginsky. ‘She implied that I had killed her.’
‘Unless you were responsible for her son’s death, you did not. Princess Dolgorukaya’s fatal heart attack was brought on by the news of Prince Dolgoruky’s suicide. The old princess was deeply religious, you see. As far as she was concerned, he would go straight to Hell. It broke her heart.’
Virginsky placed a hand over his eyes.
‘Yes, it’s all been a terrible strain for you, I’m sure. The tragedy is that none of this was necessary. If you had come to us, we would have told you that we already had a man in there. This distrust between the Department of Justice and the Third Section is most regrettable, you know. It helps neither of us.’
‘It is hard to trust people who employ such methods as you do.’
‘My dear fellow! What a thing to say! After all this!’
Virginsky removed his hand from his eyes and stared accusingly at Major Verkhotsev. ‘Rakitin.’
‘Rakitin?’
‘The witness you took from us.’