Part 5 (1/2)
I bowed.
”I knew a few hours after you left your own country, that you had started. I was fully acquainted with your mission. My eyes, or the eyes of those who are in my confidence, have not been off you one moment since you arrived in Europe. They followed you to Paris, across Germany, and even into the hotel where our friend called upon you and where you are known as Mr. Smith.” He paused an instant, and turning to the prince, added: ”Tell him the prospective fate of Mr. Smith, prince.”
”Siberia,” came the reply in one word, uttered calmly and coldly.
”Siberia?” I repeated after him, and shrugged my shoulders; and the czar added:
”Siberia.”
CHAPTER VI
THE NIHILIST SPY
The hackneyed simile of the cat and the mouse seemed to me to be especially applicable in the present instance. In one breath I was told that there would be many interviews of the kind I was then enjoying (?), and in the next that my destination was Siberia. It was certainly paradoxical and somewhat threatening, but I still refrained from asking questions. Presently, as I made no further comment, the emperor resumed the conversation.
”What brought you to Russia?” he demanded, but in a tone that was not unkind.
”The desire to obtain an interview with you,” I replied, remembering his caution for me to ignore his rank.
”For what purpose?”
”To enter your service.”
”In what capacity?”
”In any capacity for which I seem most fitted.”
His majesty smiled broadly as if my replies suited the humor he was in.
I knew that I had made an impression that was not detrimental to me in his eyes, and thought that I began to see through the puzzle. The succeeding few moments convinced me that I was not mistaken.
”Whose was the suggestion that determined your visit to Russia?” he continued.
”The suggestion came to me a long time ago--more than a year,” I responded. ”Since then it has been constantly in my mind, and at last I decided to act upon it.”
”That does not answer my question, Mr. Derrington.”
”The idea first came to me through an old friend; one whom I used to know here, in this country; one who afforded me very great a.s.sistance when I was here three years ago on a secret mission for my government.”
”What is his name?”
”I have forgotten it.”
”You are troubled with a poor memory, sir.”
”Yes; concerning the names of friends who have a.s.sisted me when they have been compelled to place their own interests in jeopardy in order to do so.”
”Do you know Alexis Saberevski?”
”I do.”