There was a moment’s silence (с минуту было тихо). Then I heard the bolt of the door cautiously drawn back (потом я услышал, как осторожно отодвигается дверной засов). Instantly I put out the light I held (я тут же задул лампу, которую держал;
“It’s dark – the lamp’s out (тут темно – лампа не горит). Have you a light?” said the other voice – Bersonin’s (у тебя есть фонарь? – сказал другой голос – /голос/ Берзонина;
I found myself at the top of a flight of steep stone stairs. An oil lamp burnt dimly in the bracket. I took it down and held it in my hand; and I stood and listened.
“What in the devil can it be?” I heard a voice say.
It came from behind a door that faced me at the bottom of the stairs.
And another answered:
“Shall we kill him?”
I strained to hear the answer, and could have sobbed with relief when Detchard’s voice came grating and cold:
“Wait a bit. There’ll be trouble if we strike too soon.”
There was a moment’s silence. Then I heard the bolt of the door cautiously drawn back. Instantly I put out the light I held, replacing the lamp in the bracket.
“It’s dark – the lamp’s out. Have you a light?” said the other voice – Bersonin’s.
No doubt they had a light, but they should not use it (нет сомнений, что у них был фонарь, но он им не потребовался: «им не нужно было использовать его»). It was come to the crisis now (теперь наступил критический момент), and I rushed down the steps and flung myself against the door (и я помчался вниз по ступеням и бросился на дверь;
No doubt they had a light, but they should not use it. It was come to the crisis now, and I rushed down the steps and flung myself against the door. Bersonin had unbolted it and it gave way before me. The Belgian stood there sword in hand, and Detchard was sitting on a couch at the side of the room. In astonishment at seeing me, Bersonin recoiled; Detchard jumped to his sword. I rushed madly at the Belgian: he gave way before me, and I drove him up against the wall. He was no swordsman, though he fought bravely, and in a moment he lay on the floor before me. I turned – Detchard was not there. Faithful to his orders, he had not risked a fight with me, but had rushed straight to the door of the King’s room, opened it and slammed it behind him. Even now he was at his work inside.