Part 34 (1/2)
One of his a.s.sistants had carried up four small tins of beef, with a couple of bottles of beef extract. These he placed on the table, and as we stood around he took a small bradawl, and having punctured the tin at the large end close to the rim, he took from one of the incubators a test-tube full of a cloudy brown liquid gelatine. Then filling a hypodermic syringe--upon which was an extra long needle--he thrust it into the contents of the tin and injected the virus into the meat.
Afterwards, with a small soldering-iron he closed the puncture.
”That tin, infected as it is, is sufficient to cause an epidemic which might result in thousands of deaths,” declared the Hun professor proudly.
His a.s.sistant then took a bottle of beef extract, which in Russia is popular with all cla.s.ses in preparing their cabbage soup, and refilling the syringe, plunged the needle through the cork, afterwards placing a spot of melted resin upon the puncture.
”You see how simple it is!” laughed the professor, addressing the ”saint.” ”All that now remains is for a firm in Petrograd to buy the consignment and arrange for it to be sold to wholesale dealers in Vologda and Nijni. This we expect you to arrange.”
”I certainly will,” replied Rasputin promptly. ”Truly, the idea is a most ingenious one--a disease which is as yet unknown!”
We remained in Stockholm for four days longer. The professor and his a.s.sistants were working strenuously, we knew, preparing death for the population of those two Russian towns.
One afternoon, after he had lunched with us at the hotel, he said:
”If our experiment is successful, then we mean to repeat it from South America to England. It is therefore most important that news of the epidemic does not reach the ears of the Allies. You will point out that to the Minister Protopopoff. When the plague breaks out the censors.h.i.+p must be of the strictest.”
Rasputin nodded. He quite understood. He hated the British just as heartily as did the Tsaritza.
A week later we were back at Tsarskoe-Selo, and the monk--who pretended to have been on a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Tver--made to the Empress a full report of his journey to Potsdam. He also told her of the diabolical plot to sweep off the population of Vologda and Nijni as an experiment, in order to see how Hun ”science” could win the war.
Protopopoff came to Rasputin's house half-a-dozen times within the next three days, and it was arranged that a firm of importers, Illine and Stroukoff, of Petrograd, should handle the consignment of preserved meat.
Both partners in the firm were in the pay of the Ministry of the Interior, hence it was not difficult to arrange that the whole cargo should be sent to Vologda and Nijni to relieve there the growing shortage of meat.
I strove to combat the clever plot, but was, alas! unable to do so. Every precaution was taken against possible failure. The cargo arrived, and was at once sent on by rail to its destination, payment being made for it through ordinary channels, and n.o.body suspecting. Food was welcomed indeed in Russia in those days of 1916.
In the stress of exciting events that followed I forgot the affair for several weeks. One night, however, Rasputin, on returning from Peterhof, where the Court was at that moment, received Protopopoff, and the pair sat down to drink together.
Suddenly His Excellency exclaimed, with a laugh:
”Your mission to Berlin has borne fruit, my dear Gregory! For the past four days I have been receiving terrible reports from Vologda, and worse from Nijni-Novgorod. The inhabitants have been seized by a mysterious and terribly fatal disease. A medical commission left Petrograd yesterday to study it.”
”Let them study it!” laughed Rasputin. ”They will discover no mode of treatment.”
”Both towns are rapidly becoming decimated. There have been over thirty thousand deaths, and the mortality is daily increasing.”
”As I expected,” remarked the monk. ”The professor knows what he is doing. Later on we shall be sending the infection into England and cause our John Bull friends a surprise.”
”But the position is terribly serious,” said His Excellency.
”No doubt. Berlin is watching the result. One day they may deem it wise to infect our army. But that must be left to their discretion.”
Truly the result of that devilish plot was most awful. In the three months that followed--though not a word leaked out to the Allies, so careful were Protopopoff and the camarilla to suppress all the facts--more than half the population of the two cities died from a disease which to this day is a complete mystery, and its bacilli known only to German bacteriologists.
CHAPTER XIII
THE ”PERFUME OF DEATH”
”I AM much grieved to hear of the disaster at Obukhov. The accident to Colonel Zinovief is most deplorable. Please place a wreath upon his grave from me. Pray always for us.