I placed in Rostoy"s hands the first instalment of a heavy bribe, and arranged to return an hour before the departure of the Moscow express to carry out my transformation.
It was only as I left his office that I remembered my unlucky engagement to dine that very night with the head of the Manchurian Syndicate.
I perceived that these hospitalities were well devised checks on my movements, and it was with something of a shock that I realized that when I went to dinner that evening with the most active promoter of the war I should be carrying the Czar"s peace despatch in my pocket!
If the enemies of peace had foreseen every step that I was to take in the discharge of my mission, their measures could not have been more skilfully arranged.
And as this reflection occurred to me I turned my head nervously, and remarked a man dressed like a hotel porter lounging carelessly in my track.
CHAPTER V
A DINNER WITH THE ENEMY
Readers of that prince of romancers, Poe, will recollect a celebrated story in which he describes the device employed by a man of uncommon shrewdness to conceal a stolen letter from the perquisitions of the police, and the elaborate argument by which the writer proves that the highest art of concealment is to thrust the object to be hidden under the very nose of the searcher.
But that argument is one of the many mystifications in which the weird genius of Poe delighted. It is easy to see, in short, that the theory was invented to suit the story, and not the story to suit the theory. I now had before me the practical problem of concealing a doc.u.ment of surpa.s.sing importance, from enemies who were already on my scent, and keeping it concealed during a journey of some thousands of miles.
The ordinary hiding-places of valuable papers, such as the lining of clothes, or a false bottom to a trunk, I dismissed without serious consideration. My luggage would probably be stolen, and I might be drugged long before I reached Dalny.
The problem was all the more difficult for me because I have generally made it a rule to avoid charging myself with written instructions. I am sufficiently well known by reputation to most European sovereigns to be able to dispense with ordinary credentials.
But in approaching the Mikado of j.a.pan, a ruler to whom I was personally unknown, it was clearly necessary for me to have something in writing from the Russian Emperor.
All at once an idea flashed on my mind, so simple, and yet so incapable of detection (as it seemed to me), that I almost smiled in the face of the man who was d.o.g.g.i.ng my steps along the street, no doubt under instructions from the War Syndicate.
That afternoon I was closeted with the Emperor of All the Russias in his private cabinet for nearly an hour.
It is not my habit to repeat details of private conversations, when they are not required to ill.u.s.trate the progress of public events, and therefore I will say merely that the Czar was evidently in earnest in his desire to avoid war, but greatly hampered and bewildered by the difficult representations made to him by, or on behalf of, those to whose interests war was essential.
It was melancholy to see the destinies of half Europe and Asia, and the lives of scores of thousands of brave men, hanging on the will of an irresolute young man, depressed by the consciousness of his own infirmity, and desperately seeking for some stronger mind on which to lean. Had I not been placed by my Polish sentiment in a position of antagonism to the Czardom, perhaps--but it is useless to indulge in these reflections.
One thing in the course of the interview struck me as having great significance for the future. I found that his majesty, who had entertained at one time a strong dislike of the German Emperor, a dislike not untinged with jealousy, had now completely altered his opinion. He spoke to me of Wilhelm II. in terms of highest praise, declared that he was under the greatest obligations to him for useful warnings and advice, said that he believed he had no truer or more zealous friend.
When I drove to the house of M. Petrovitch that evening I carried, carefully sewn between the inner and outer folds of my well-starched shirt-front, where no sound of crackling would excite remark, a sheet of thin note-paper covered in a very small handwriting with the text of the Czar"s letter to the ruler of j.a.pan.
M. Petrovitch was not alone. Around his hospitable board he had gathered some of the highest and proudest personages of the Russian Court, including the Grand Duke Staniola.n.u.s, generally believed to be the heart and soul of the War Party. His imperial highness was well-known to be a desperate gambler, up to the neck in debts contracted at the card-table, and bent on recouping himself out of the wealth of Korea and Manchuria.
I was duly presented to this royal personage (whom I had met once before under widely different circ.u.mstances) in the character of a Peace Crusader, an emissary of the philanthropists of Great Britain.
At the dinner-table, where I found myself placed on my host"s left hand, while the Grand Duke was on his right, the conversation continued to be in the same strain. That Petrovitch believed me to be an English peace fanatic I did not believe any longer, but I could not tell if any, or how many, of the others were in his confidence.
As soon as the solid part of the feast was disposed of, Petrovitch rose to his feet, and after a bow to the Grand Duke, launched out into a formal speech proposing my health.
He commenced with the usual professions in favor of peace, spoke of the desire felt by all Russians to preserve the friendship of England, eulogized the work done by my friend the editor, and by other less disinterested friends of Russia in London, and wound up by asking all the company to give me a cordial welcome, and to send a message of congratulation and good-will to the British public.
Knowing as I did, that the man was a consummate rogue, who had probably invited me to his house in order to keep me under observation, and possibly to prevent my getting scent of the intrigues pursued by his friend and ally, Princess Y----, I was still at a loss to understand the reason for this performance.
I have learned since that an account of the proceedings, with abstracts from this hypocritical speech, was telegraphed to England, and actually found its way into some of the newspapers under the heading, "Peace Demonstration in St. Petersburg: No Russian Wants War."
There was one of the guests, however, who made no pretense of listening with pleasure to the smooth speech of M. Petrovitch. This was a dark young man of about thirty, in a naval uniform. He sat scowling while his host spoke, and barely lifted his gla.s.s from the table at the conclusion.
A minute or two later I took an opportunity to ask the promoter the name of this ungracious officer.
"That?" my host exclaimed, looking "round the table, "Oh, that is Captain Va.s.sileffsky, one of our most distinguished sailors. He is a naval aide-de-camp to the Czar."
I made a note of his name and face, being warned by a presentiment which I could not resist that I should come across him again.
The champagne now began to flow freely, and as it flowed the tongues of many of the company were unloosed by degrees. From the subject of peace the conversation pa.s.sed rapidly to the possibilities of war, and the j.a.panese were spoken of in a way that plainly showed me how little those present understood the resolution and resources of the Island Empire.
"The j.a.panese dare not fire the first shot and, since we will not, there will be no war," declared my left-hand neighbor.
"The war will be fought in j.a.pan, not in Manchuria," affirmed the Grand Duke with a condescending air. "It will be a case of the Boers over again. They may give us some trouble, but we shall annex their country."
M. Petrovitch gave me a glance of alarm.
"Russia does not wish to add to her territory," he put in; "but we may find it necessary to leave a few troops in Tokio to maintain order, while we pursue our civilizing mission."
I need not recount the other remarks, equally arrogant.
Abstemious by habit, I had a particular reason for refraining from taking much wine on this night. It was already past nine o"clock, the train for Moscow, which connected there with the Siberian express, started at midnight, and I had to be at the police bureau by eleven at the latest to make the changes necessary for my disguise.
I therefore allowed my gla.s.s to remain full, merely touching it with my lips occasionally when my host pressed me to drink. M. Petrovitch did not openly notice my abstinence, but presently I heard him give an order to the butler who waited behind his chair.
The butler turned to the sideboard for a moment, and then came forward bearing a silver tray on which stood a flagon of cut-gla.s.s and silver with a number of exquisite little silver cups like egg-sh.e.l.ls.
"You will not refuse to taste our Russian national beverage, Mr.
Sterling," the head of the War Syndicate said persuasively, as the butler began filling the tiny cups.
It was a challenge which I could not refuse without rudeness, though it struck me as rather out of place that the vodka should be offered to me before to the imperial guest on my host"s right.
The butler filled two cups, M. Petrovitch taking the second from the tray as I lifted the first to my lips.
"You know our custom," the financier exclaimed smilingly. "No heeltaps!"
He lifted his own cup with a brave air, and I tossed off the contents of my own without stopping.
As the fiery liquor ran down my throat I was conscious of something in its taste which was unlike the flavor of any vodka I had ever drunk before. But this circ.u.mstance aroused no suspicion in my mind.
I confess that it never occurred to me that any one could be daring enough to employ so crude and dangerous a device as a drugged draft at a quasi-public banquet, given to an English peace emissary, with a member of the imperial family sitting at the board.
I was undeceived the next moment. Petrovitch, as soon as he saw that my cup had been emptied, sat down his own untasted, and, with a well-acted movement of surprise and regret, turned to the Grand Duke.
"I implore your pardon, sir. I did not ask if you would not honor me by taking the first cup!"
The Grand Duke, whom I readily acquitted of any share in the other"s design, shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent air.
"If you wish your friends to drink vodka, you should not put champagne like this before us," he said laughing.