The Circassian. "Wrong Side"

by Bob Bidecant

7.13

  ‘That’s him, that’s Jaak.’ Cried a voice from the dark. A crashing blow rendered the half drowned man unconscious.

  ‘Got the bastard,’ said the policeman holding his lamp over the body. ‘Get handcuffs on him and get him down the nick.’

  ‘Not till I give him a bloody good kicking first. This is the one that strangled old Sinclair from Whitechapel.’ Said the Sergeant as he kicked the body.

  ‘Hey stop that, you’ve broken his rib.’ Shouted O’Kane. Doctor Beverly appeared beside him.

  ‘He is not going anywhere with you Sergeant, He is one of my patients. Nurse O’Kane put that straight jacket on him and get him back to the Sanatorium. And gag him he in case he tries to bite anybody.’ Doctor Beverly stated firmly.

  7.14

  Doctor Beverly left them at the riverbank and returned to his carriage. He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of the open window as it pulled away. He offered the man opposite him a cigarette and said.

  ‘I have arranged it; he is going back to Bethnal Green. Your men can examine him at their leisure; the police can do nothing in my Sanatorium.’

  ‘Thank you.’ Said Count Evdokimoff. ‘Keep him in there until we need him again.’ Evdokimoff took a deep breath and continued.

  ‘You are and always have been a faithful servant of mother Russia and I thank you for all of your help. I will personally inform The Tsar of your invaluable service to Russia. Now please ask your driver to take me to Victoria train station, I have to catch the overnight train to Paris.’ Beverly spoke to the driver and then continued talking.

  ‘I’m sorry about Mikhailovich and Gurin they were good men. The Jews must have found out about them.’

  ‘They were the best, the very best. It is a shame they are dead. I will miss them both.’ The Count said sadly.

  ‘What about Gur Lavi?’ Beverly asked.’ Did you find out who he was?’

  ‘Gur Lavi? Yes I found out who Gur Lavi was.’ He laughed.

  ‘What is so funny?’ Beverly asked.

  ‘How is your Hebrew?’ Evdokimoff asked him.

  ‘Non-existent, I have to say. Why?’

  ‘Gur Lavi was translated as “Son of a Lion” by my learned colleagues. They were wrong, it means, Lion Cub, Male or female. Gur Lavi was his niece, Julia.’

  Evdokimoff shook hands with Beverly and stepped out of the cab. A porter picked up his luggage as he waved goodbye.

  ‘Where to Sir?’ He asked.

  ‘The Orient Express.’ Evdokimoff answered.

  He lit a cigar and followed the porter towards his train. As he reached the entrance, he stopped and turned, to look at Foggy London for the last time. He was happy. With Kalashnik gone, he was now head of the entire Okhrana. News had already reached Moscow that Evdokimoff had again successfully stopped an assassination attempt. The Tsar had cancelled his trip to London and was waiting to thank Evdokimoff personally.

  ‘It has been a good trip.’ He thought, thank you Jaak.