Part 26 (1/2)

I was compelled to return to Perm and inform Rasputin of the result of my investigations. Before doing so I went, at Rasputin's instructions by telegraph, to Peterhof and was admitted by Madame Vyrubova to the Empress's presence.

The handsome woman was resting in a gorgeous negligee gown prior to dressing for dinner, but she was quickly eager and interested when I explained that I had come from the monk and was returning to Perm at midnight.

”When will the Holy Father's pilgrimage end?” she inquired with a sigh.

”He has been away weeks, and never replies to my letters.”

”His time is no doubt fully occupied with constant devotion,” remarked Anna Vyrubova in excuse.

”The Father is much occupied, Your Majesty,” I said.

”Tell him for me that I am daily longing for his return,” she said. ”But wait. I will write to him and you shall convey the letter,” at which order I bowed.

”The Father is much troubled and perturbed,” I remarked.

”About what?” asked Her Majesty.

”He has enemies. Some men and women have leagued themselves with the object of doing him harm.”

”Harm!” she echoed. ”What harm can come to him when, being sent to us by G.o.d, he is immune from any harm that can befall us who are merely human?

I do not understand.”

Her words were in themselves sufficient to reveal how completely and implicitly the Empress of Russia believed in the pretended divinity of the blasphemous ex-convict.

”All I know, Your Majesty, is that the holy Father is unduly perturbed.”

”Ah! surely he can have no apprehension?” she said. ”Tell him from me that as Christ had enemies so, of course, he has. But his enemies cannot do him injury.” Then rising and going across to a beautiful buhl escritoire, she added: ”I will write to him. I sent him another letter by messenger only yesterday--eight letters, and not a line of response!”

For ten minutes or so, while the Empress sat writing, I chatted with Madame Vyrubova, and gave to her news of the monk.

”Tell him to return as quickly as possible,” the woman said in a low, confidential voice. ”If there really is a plot on foot against him he is safer in Petrograd than in Perm. Besides, being on the spot, he will be able to combat his enemies with a swift and relentless hand.”

As Her Majesty was writing the telephone rang. Next moment it was plain that she was speaking with the Emperor, who was away at the headquarters of the army in Poland.

Having listened to something he told her, she said:

”The holy Father's secretary is here with me. The Father still remains at Perm. I am writing him urgently asking him to return to us. I wish you also to send a messenger to him to induce him to come back to Petrograd.

You will be back here next Friday, and is it not wise to hold another seance next day, eh?”

Then she listened eagerly.

”Ah!” she exclaimed. ”I am glad you agree with me, Nikki. Yes, let us try and get the Father back by Sat.u.r.day at latest. Good-bye.”

And having rung off, she calmly finished the letter and secured it with the well-known big seal of black wax.

”Remember,” she said as she gave it to me, ”the Father must be here next Sat.u.r.day for the seance, which the Emperor will attend. He wishes again to consult the spirit of his father Alexander. Urge the Father to return at once.”

I promised to do her bidding, and, retiring, at once left the palace, and at midnight was on my way back to the far-off town on the Kama.