"But they were conspirators."
"With all respect to Your Majesty, I beg to express an entirely different opinion. Markoff has long been Madame de Rosen"s enemy."
His Majesty made a quick imperious gesture of impatience and said:
"Please do not let us discuss the matter further--at least, until you are in a position to prove your allegation."
"I will," I cried. "I know that your Majesty will never allow such injustice to be done to two innocent, delicate ladies."
"If injustice has really been done, then those responsible shall suffer.
Discover the truth, and report to me later," he said.
"I will do my very utmost," was my reply.
"And at the same time, Trewinnard, I trust you will endeavour to carry out the confidential mission which I have entrusted to you," he said.
"Recollect that I treat you, not as a foreign diplomat, but as a loyal and true personal friend of myself and my house. Ah!" he sighed again; "Heaven knows, I have but few trustworthy ones about me."
"I am profoundly honoured by Your Majesty"s confidence," I a.s.sured him, bowing low. "I certainly shall respect it, and act exactly as you desire."
"The Court dislikes confidence being placed in any foreigner, even though he be an Englishman," the Emperor said in a changed voice; "therefore, remain discreet always, and disclaim that I have ever treated you other than with the formal courtesy which is expected by all diplomats."
"I quite understand," I said.
"You will see Natalia at the Court ball to-night, and you can speak to her diplomatically, if opportunity occurs. But recollect that she must know nothing of what I have said. I believe you know Hartwig, chief of the criminal detective force."
"Quite well," was my reply.
"Then I will give him orders. Use him as you wish, but tell him nothing."
"I shall remain silent."
"And you are ent.i.tled to leave of absence--eh? You can return to England without arousing suspicion?"
"Yes. I have eight weeks due to me."
"Excellent. I can do nothing more--except to thank you, Trewinnard, to thank you most sincerely for a.s.sisting me, and to await word from you.
Sign it with `Bathildis," and I shall know." And the great burly, bearded man held out his big, strong hand--the iron hand--as sign that my audience was at an end.
I bowed low over it, and next moment the heavy white door of enamelled steel swung open and I backed out of the Imperial presence, the bearer of a secret as strange and grim as it has ever been the lot of any man to lock within his breast.
What the Emperor had revealed to me was undreamed of by that gay, reckless and intriguing circle which comprised the Russian Court-- undreamed of by the chancelleries of Europe.
The merest whisper of it would, I knew, stagger the world. And yet he had, in sheer desperation, confided in me a most amazing truth. As I descended that broad, handsome flight of thickly-carpeted marble steps, where flunkeys in brilliant grey and purple livery bowed at every turn, and equerries and officials in smart uniforms came and went, my brain was awhirl at the magnitude of the affair, and the terrible scandal which must result if ever the secret were betrayed--the secret of a throne.
A thought flashed across my mind--the knowledge of my own personal peril. I had enemies--bitter enemies. My heart sank within me as I stepped into the great gilded hall, for I had given a promise which I much feared I would never be permitted to live and fulfil.
CHAPTER THREE.
CONTAINS CERTAIN CONFIDENCES.
Six hours later, accompanied by Saunderson, our tall, thin Charge d"Affaires, and the Emba.s.sy staff, all in our uniforms and decorations, I entered the huge white-and-gold ballroom of the Winter Palace, where the Russian Court, the representatives of exclusive Society, the bureaucracy of the Empire and the _corps diplomatique_ had a.s.sembled.
The scene was perhaps the most brilliant and picturesque that could be witnessed anywhere in the world. Beneath the myriad lights of those huge cut-gla.s.s chandeliers, and reflected by the gigantic mirrors upon the walls, were hundreds of gold-laced uniforms of every shade and every style. Across the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of many of the men were gay-coloured scarves of the various orders, with diamond stars, while others wore around their necks parti-coloured ribbons with enamelled crosses at their throat, or rows of decorations across their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
And to this phantasmagoria of colour, as all stood in little groups chattering and awaiting Their Majesties, was added that of the splendid long-trained dresses of the women, nearly all of whom wore their diamond tiaras, or diamond ornaments in their corsage.
It was indeed, a cosmopolitan gathering, half of Russians and half of the diplomatic set, and around me, as I bowed over the hand of a well-known Baroness, wife of the Minister of War, I heard animated chatter in half a dozen tongues. The Emperor had returned, and there would now be a month of gaiety before he retired for the summer to Gatchina. The spring season in Petersburg had been cut short--first by the indisposition of the Empress, and afterwards by reason of the Emperor"s tour to the distant sh.o.r.e of the Caspian.
Therefore at this, the delayed Court ball, everybody who was anybody in Russia was present.
In one end of the huge Renaissance salon, with its wonderful painted ceiling and gilded cupids, was a great semicircular alcove, with a slightly raised dais, whereon sat the Dowager-Empress, the Grand d.u.c.h.esses and those of the blood-royal, with their attendant ladies, while the male members of the Court lounged behind.
The opposite end of the great ballroom led to another salon with parquet floor, decorated in similar style, and with many mirrors, and almost as large, while beyond was a somewhat smaller room, the whole effect being one of gorgeous grandeur and immensity.
I had paused to chat with a stout lady in cream, who wore a beautiful tiara. Princess Lovovski, wife of the Governor-General of Finland, and she had commenced to tell me the latest t.i.t-bit of scandal concerning the wife of a certain War Office official, a matter which did not interest me in the least, when suddenly there came three loud taps--the taps of the Grand Chamberlain--announcing the entrance of His Majesty.
As by enchantment a wide door in the side of the ballroom flew open, and the glittering throng, bejewelled and perfumed, flashing colours amid plumes, aigrettes and flowers, laughing and murmuring to the clink of gala swords and sabres, was struck to silence.
His Majesty pa.s.sed--a tall, commanding figure in a white uniform covered with the stars, crosses and many-coloured ribbons of the various European orders. Beneath the thousand lights the bare shoulders of the beautiful women inclined profoundly.
Then again the loud chatter recommenced.
The Emperor"s presence, tall, erect, muscular, was indeed a regal one.
He looked every inch a ruler and an autocrat as he advanced to the alcove, where the whole Court had risen to receive him, and with a quick gesture he gave the signal for dancing to commence.
I retreated to the wall, being in no humour to dance, and stood gazing at him. He seemed, indeed, a different person to that deep-eyed, earnest man in dark-blue serge who had sat chatting with me so affably six hours ago. He was in that hour a man, but now the centre of that gay patrician throng, he was ruler, the autocrat who by a stroke of the grey quill could banish to the mines or the _oubliettes_ any of those of his subjects who bowed before him--sweep them out of existence as completely as though the grave had claimed them; for every exile lost his ident.i.ty and became a mere number; his estate was administered as though he were dead, and apportioned, with the usual forfeiture to the State, among his heirs. So that it was impossible for an exile to be traced.
I thought of Madame Marya de Rosen and of poor little Luba. Ah! I wondered how many delicate women and handsome, intelligent men who had danced over that polished floor were now dragging out their weary lives in those squalid, filthy Yakut yaurtas of Eastern Siberia. How many, alas! had, in innocence, fallen victims to that corrupt bureaucracy which always concealed the truth from His Majesty.
To the camarilla, a dozen or so men who were present there in brilliant uniforms and wearing the Cross of St Andrew, with the pale-blue ribbon, the highest Order of the Empire, bestowed upon them for their "fidelity," that present reign of terror was solely due. It was to the interests of those men that the Emperor should be perpetually terrorised. Half those so-called conspiracies were the work of the Secret Police themselves and their _agents-provocateurs_; and hundreds of innocent persons were being spirited away without trial to the frozen wastes of Northern and Eastern Siberia, upon no other charge than the trivial one that they were "dangerous" persons!
Madame de Rosen and her pretty daughter had fallen victims of the bitter unscrupulousness of that short, stout, grey-moustached man, who at that moment was bowing so obsequiously before his Sovereign, the man who was one of the greatest powers in the Empire, General Serge Markoff, Chief of Secret Police.
The first dance was in progress. Pretty women, with their smart, good-looking cavaliers, were whirling about me to the slow, tuneful strains of one of the latest of Strauss"s waltzes, when Colonel Mellini, the Italian military attache, halted before me to chat. He had just returned from leave, and had much Emba.s.sy gossip to relate to me from the Eternal City, where I had served for two years.
"I hear," he remarked at last, "that another plot was discovered early this morning--a desperate one in the Nevski. Markoff really seems ubiquitous."
I looked into his dark eyes and smiled.
"Ah! I see, _caro mio_," he laughed. "Your thoughts are similar to mine--eh? These plots are a little too frequent to be genuine," and, lowering his voice to a whisper, he added: "I can"t understand how His Majesty does not see through the transparency of it. They are terrorising him every day--every hour. A man of less robust physique or mental balance would surely be driven out of his mind."
"I agree with you entirely, my dear friend. But," I added, "this is not the place to discuss affairs of State. Ah, Madame!" and turning, I bent over the gloved hand of old Madame Neilidoff, one of the leaders of Society in Moscow, with whom I stood chatting for a long time, and who kindly invited me for a week out at her great country estate at Sukova in Tver.
Captain Stoyanovitch, gay with decorations, hurried past me on some errand for the Emperor, and gave me a nod as he went on, while young Bertram Tucker, our third secretary, came up and began to chat with the yellow-toothed old lady, who was such a power in the Russian social circle.
I suppose it must have been nearly two o"clock, when, after wandering through the _salons_, greeting many men and women I knew, I suddenly heard a voice behind me exclaim in English:
"Hulloa, old Uncle Colin! Am I too small to be recognised?"
I turned quickly and confronted the pretty laughing girl of nineteen of whom I had been in search all the night--Her Imperial Highness the Grand d.u.c.h.ess Natalia Olga Nicolaievna.