A SUPERNATURAL INCIDENT
Whether because he saw that I was watching him, or because he placed
his own interpretation on the circumstances, the war plotter changed
his frown into a smile.
"I am glad to see, Princess," he said to the trembling woman, "that
you have so soon found our good friend Mr. Sterling again."
The Princess Y---- gave him a glance which seemed to enjoin silence,
bowed with grace, and left the room in charge of the servant who had
announced M. Petrovitch.
The latter now advanced to greet me with every appearance of
cordiality.
The last time I had met this well-dressed, delicate scamp, he had
drugged and robbed me. Now I had just been told that he was setting
assassins on my track.
But it is my rule always to cultivate friendly intercourse with my
opponents. Few men can talk for long without exposing something of
their inner thoughts. I wanted M. Petrovitch to talk.
Therefore I returned his greeting with equal cordiality, and made him
sit down in the chair from which the Princess Y---- had just risen.
"You will be surprised to hear, no doubt, Mr. Sterling, that I have
brought you an invitation from the Emperor."
"From what Emperor?" was the retort on the tip of my tongue.
Fortunately I suppressed it; there is no accomplishment so fatal to
success in life as wit, except kindness.
I simply answered,
"I am not readily surprised, M. Petrovitch. Neither, I imagine, are
you."
The financier smiled.
"May I call you M. V----?" he asked. "His majesty has told me who you
are."
"Were you surprised by that?" I returned with sarcasm.
Petrovitch fairly laughed.
"I hear you have been denouncing me to Nicholas," he said lightly.
"Can't I persuade you to let our poor little Czar alone. I assure you
it is a waste of breath on your part, and you will only worry a
well-meaning young man who has no head for business."
This was plain speaking. It argued no ordinary confidence on the part
of the intriguer to speak in such a fashion of the Autocrat of All
the Russias.
Already the interview was telling me something. Petrovitch must have
some strong, secret hold on Nicholas II.
I shrugged my shoulders as I answered in my friendliest manner,
"I have no personal feeling against you, my dear Petrovitch. But to
use drugs--come, you must admit that that was a strong measure!"
"I apologize!" laughed the Russian. "All the more as I find you were
too many for us after all. I would give something to know how you
managed to hide the letter you got through."
It was my turn to laugh. I had reason to feel satisfied. Weak as the
Russian Emperor might be, it was evident that he had not betrayed my
secret.
"Well, now," the promoter resumed, "all that being over, is there any
reason why we should not be friends? Be frank with me. What end have
you in view that is likely to bring us into collision?"
"There is no reason why I should not be frank with you," I answered,
racking my brain for some story which the man before me might be
likely to believe, "especially as I do not suppose that either of us
is likely to report this conversation quite faithfully to his
imperial majesty. I am a Japanese spy."
Petrovitch gave me a glance in which I thought I detected a mingling
of incredulity and admiration.
"Really, you are a cool hand, my dear V----!"
"Why, is there anything in that to make us enemies? You are not going
to pose as the zealous patriot, I hope. I thought we had agreed to be
frank."
The financier bit his lip.
"Well, I do not deny that I am before all things a man of business,"
he returned. "If your friends the Japanese can make me any better
offer than the one I have had from another quarter, I do not say."
"I will see what I can arrange for you," I answered, not wholly
insincerely. "In the meantime, I think you said something about an
invitation?"
"Oh, yes, from Nicholas. He wants to see you. He has some scheme or
other in which he thinks that you and I can work together, and he
wants us to be friends, accordingly."
"But we are friends, after to-day, I understand?"
"It is as you please, my dear V----," replied the conspirator with a
slightly baffled air. "You have made a good beginning, apparently,
with the Princess Y----."
I put on the self-satisfied air of the man who is a favorite with
women.
"The Princess has been extremely kind," I said. "She has pressed me
to visit her frequently. Oh, yes, I think I may say we are good
friends."
Petrovitch nodded. I had purposely prepared his mind for the story
which I anticipated he would hear from my beautiful protector.
Evidently it would be necessary for her to tell the Syndicate that
she was feigning affection for me in order to draw me into a trap.
"Then, as my carriage is outside, may I take you to the Winter
Palace?"
"That seems the best plan," I acquiesced. "It will convince the Czar
that we are on good terms."
We drove off together, sitting side by side like two sworn friends. I
do not know what thoughts passed through his mind; but I know that
all the way I kept my right hand on the stock of my revolver, and
once, when one of the horses stumbled, M. Petrovitch was within an
instant of death.
At the Palace he put me down and drove off. I was admitted to the
Czar's presence without difficulty, and found him, as usual,
surrounded by piles of state papers.
Nicholas II. looked up at my entrance with evident pleasure.
"Ah, that is right, M. V----. I hope that, since you have come so
promptly in response to the message I gave that worthy M. Petrovitch,
you and he are now good friends."
I could only bow silently. I was a Japanese, related to the sovereign
with whom he was at war, and I was acting in the service of Great
Britain. Petrovitch had just forced on the war which Nicholas had
wished to avert, and he was still acting secretly in the interests
of Germany. And the Czar was congratulating himself that we were
friends. It was useless to try to undeceive him.
"Sit down, if you please, M. V----. I have something of the greatest
importance to tell you. Stay--Perhaps you will be good enough to see
first that the doors are all secured. I dislike interruptions."
I went to the various entrances of the room, of which there were
three, and turned the keys in the doors.
"Even M. Petrovitch does not know what I am going to tell you,"
Nicholas said impressively as I returned to my seat.
"Your majesty does not trust him entirely, then?" I exclaimed, much
pleased.
"You mistake me. I do not distrust M. Petrovitch; but this is a
matter of foreign politics, with which he is not familiar. He admits
frankly that he knows nothing about diplomacy."
I gazed at the benevolent young monarch in consternation. It was the
spy of Wilhelm II., the agent of the most active diplomatist in the
world, of whom he had just spoken!
There was no more to be said.
The Emperor proceeded to put a most unexpected question.
"Are you a believer in spirits, M. V----?"
"I am a Roman Catholic, sire. Whatever my Church teaches on this
subject, I believe. I am rather neglectful of my religious duties,
however, and do not know its attitude on this subject."
"I honor your loyalty to your communion, M. V----. But as long as you
do not know what is the attitude of your Church on this subject, you
cannot feel it wrong to listen to me."
I perceived that if his majesty was no politician, he was at least
something of a theologian.
The Czar proceeded:
"There is in Petersburg one of the most marvelous mediums and
clairvoyants who has ever lived. He is a Frenchman named Auguste. He
came here nearly a year ago--just when the difficulty with Japan was
beginning, in fact; and he has given me the most valuable information
about the progress of events. Everything he has foretold has come
true, so far. He warned me from the first that the Japanese would
force me into war, just as they have done. In short, I feel I can
rely on him absolutely."
This was not the first time I had heard of the spiritualist who had
established such an extraordinary hold on the Russian ruler's mind.
The common impression was that he was a mystic, a sort of Madame
Krüdener. At the worst he was regarded as a charlatan of the ordinary
spirit-rapping type, cultivating the occult as a means of making
money.
But now, as I listened to the credulous monarch, it suddenly struck
me what an invaluable tool such a man might prove in the hands of a
political faction, or even of a foreign Power astute enough to
corrupt him and inspire the oracles delivered by the spirits.
I listened anxiously for more.
The Emperor, evidently pleased with the serious expression on my
face, went on to enlighten me.
"Last night M. Auguste was here, in this room, and we held a private
_séance_. He succeeded in getting his favorite spirit to respond."
"Is it permissible to ask the spirit's name?" I ventured
respectfully.
"It is Madame Blavatsky," he answered. "You must have heard of her,
of course. She was practically the founder of rational psychical
knowledge, though she died a victim to persecution."
I nodded. I had heard of this celebrated woman, who still numbers
many followers in different parts of the world.
"Last night, as soon as we found that the spirit of Madame Blavatsky
was present, I asked Auguste to question it about the Baltic fleet.
"I had been holding a preliminary review of the fleet in the morning,
as you may have seen from the papers. The officers and men seemed
thoroughly nervous, and very doubtful whether it would ever be in a
condition to sail. Even the Admiral, Rojestvensky, did not seem
quite happy, and he found great fault with the stores and equipments.
"I had to authorize a delay of another month, and the Marine
Department would not promise to have the fleet ready even then.
"Naturally, I wished to know what would become of the fleet when it
did sail. Auguste questioned the spirit."
His majesty broke off to feel in his pocket for a small slip of
paper.
"I took down the answer myself, as the spirit rapped it out." And he
read aloud:
Baltic Fleet threatened. Japanese and English plotting to
destroy it on the way to Port Arthur.
I started indignantly.
"And you believe that, sire! You believe that the British Government,
which has been straining every nerve to maintain peace, is capable of
planning some secret outrage against your Navy?"
"It does not say the Government," he announced with satisfaction.
"The spirit only warns me against the English. Private Englishmen are
capable of anything. At this very moment, two Englishmen are
arranging to run a torpedo boat secretly out of the Thames, disguised
as a yacht, and to bring her to Libau for us."
This piece of information silenced me. It was no doubt possible that
there might be Englishmen daring enough to assist the Japanese in
some secret enterprise against a Russian fleet. But I felt I should
like to have some better authority for the fact than the word of
Madame Blavatsky's spirit.
"The warning is a very vague one, sire," I hinted.
"True. But I hope to receive a more definite message to-morrow night.
I was going to ask you if you would have any objection to be present.
You might then be able to put pressure on the British Government to
prevent this crime."
Needless to say I accepted the imperial invitation with eagerness.
And I retired to send the following despatch to Lord Bedale:
When Baltic Fleet starts prepare for trouble. Have all
ports watched. It is believed here that attack on it is
preparing in England.