neral Soukhomlinoff, Minister of War, entered, swaggering in the
uniform of the Grodno Hussars.
This man, who, as I write, is in a convict prison as a traitor, had only
a week before assured the Emperor that the army was ready "to the last
button" for a possible war, and the troops devoted to him. I happen to
know how many thousand roubles passed into his banking account from the
Deutsche Bank in Berlin as price of that lie!
Poor weak Nicholas! On the day following, Protopopoff, the wily schemer
and spy of Germany, who was admitted to all the secrets of the Allies,
went to the Emperor and echoed what Rasputin had declared to His Majesty,
namely, that God was with Russia and that the Holy Spirit approved of the
righteous work accomplished under the guidance of Stuermer and
Soukhomlinoff. Truly the camarilla were supporting each other, and I, an
onlooker, stood amazed and astounded. All four were half-mad with wild
dreams of the prosperity which war would bring to them, for the bribes
promised by Berlin were heavy, and Hardt and other secret messengers were
constantly passing between the two capitals bearing confidential orders
from the Wilhelmstrasse, of which the War Minister's assurance to the
Tsar had been one.
But Soukhomlinoff, whose wife was declared to be the most _chic_ and
extravagant woman in all Petrograd, strode up and down the room that
night in a fury of rage.
"Gregory!" he cried. "An untoward incident has happened. Your enemy
Vorontsof Dachkof has been at work against you this afternoon."
"Curse him! How?" growled the monk, for the Lieutenant-General of the
Caucasus had been a personal friend of Alexander III.
"I was at audience with Nicholas after luncheon, and the count was there.
After he had presented his report he became familiar, and said: 'Now I
must talk to thee. Dost thou know that, with thy Rasputin fellows, thou
art going to thy doom, that thou art gambling away thy throne and the
life of thy child?'"
"What?" gasped the monk, starting up. "Did he openly say that?"
"He did."
"Then the count shall be disgraced!" declared Rasputin. "He has long
been my enemy; but I will suffer this no longer."
"Well, when the count spoke, Nicholas huddled himself up on a settee and
sobbed. 'Oh! why did God confide to me this heavy task!'"
"The fool!" laughed Rasputin. "To-morrow he shall see me playing with the
Tsarevitch in the Park, and Nicholas shall be with us."
And indeed Rasputin car
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