Rescuing the Czar. James P. Smythe
his request amounts to a positive command. … I shall call early in the morning. … "
4. On the same page the following entry was made:
"There were guards everywhere when I called at K-70. Even the doorkeeper was a non-com, who took my name, entered it in a book with the precise time I called, took down his telephone, merely mentioned my name, hung up the receiver, called an orderly who conducted me through a corridor and three anterooms full of civilian clerks and finally landed me in the private office of Colonel Z—— S——. He wore the undress uniform of the Imperial Army, greeted me pleasantly, offered me a cigar and tactfully asked: 'Have you positively made up your mind to continue in this service?'
"I wanted to know a little more fully what was required of me before answering; but he did not say. He insisted, rather, on my answering his question FIRST. … To be perfectly frank I was not anxious to commit myself unreservedly without knowing ALL he expected of me, but it sounded cowardly … so with a mental reservation I finally said: 'You don't look like a man who would ask another to commit suicide. Go ahead! I've decided to take a chance.' … Colonel Z—— S—— looked me straight in the eye and said: 'We expect you to use the same tactics that are used against you. We can't be squeamish. … The interests at stake are too sacred to allow personal considerations to affect your conduct. … You will be required to undertake a journey in the capacity of a guide. … How you make it will be left entirely to yourself … but we expect results. … Every resource will be placed at your disposal, but if YOU get into trouble you'll have to get yourself out without calling on us for help. … We must not be known in the matter. And understand this—the assignment is dangerous from start to finish; no official help can be given you under ANY circumstances.' … To get a line on things I asked, casually, what my compensation would be. … He replied: 'You will be allowed a regular retainer fee, an allowance for daily expenses and a bonus sufficiently attractive to make the undertaking worth while, as you should know.' I thought a little while before asking, 'When do I start?' … 'There's another thing,' he said. 'I suppose you know we retain one-third of your fee for the benefit of your family in the event of any trouble.' … I merely nodded and said, 'All right.'"
In a moment a clerk brought in a check for 400, which Colonel Z—— S—— gave me, saying: 'This is your first month's allowance for expenses; your retainer will be paid quarterly.' … 'How do you KNOW I won't swindle you?' I asked, being a perfect stranger to him. 'I am taking my ORDERS from above,' he answered. … 'Who?' I asked. 'Young man!' he thundered, 'learn this QUICK—don't ask questions; keep your ears and eyes open and your mouth SHUT. … Be here at 10 tomorrow.'
5. The next entry of interest read as follows:
"I met Colonel Z—— S—— at 10 today. My head was not clear. Guess I had too much at Kempinsky's last night. … A saturnalia of spending on the theory that the Allies will pay. … Even the ride in the Grunewald this morning didn't clear the cobwebs away. I was constantly thinking of that girl at the Métropole with her long eyelashes and dimpling smile; resembles the veiled lady at Buckingham—and I was trying to make out why she managed to occupy a seat at the next table to mine at the Admiral's Palace an hour or two later. She seems to know some of the performers who mingled in the audience, especially the energetic dark-eyed Circe with the Greek nose, and said to be some sort of a Baroness, who so often approached my table. I wonder what the connection is between these two. … There is certainly some sympathetic tie between those girls! This I know, for when I had breakfast at the Cafe Bauer, U.d.L., they were BOTH there, slightly disguised, and occupying the same table! … Who is Syvorotka? Her lover? … I wonder what the game is. … Come to think about it, the titled performer of the Métropole looks like a twin sister of Marie Amelia, Countess of [Cszecheny] Chechany, a perfect composite of Juno and Venus and Hebe all rolled into one. … These enigmatical personages crowded everything else out of my mind as I walked into Colonel Z—— S——'s office. …
" … Without any preliminaries he said, 'Come with me!' … We entered a cab and a few minutes later I entered the Wilhelmstrasse and was in the presence of that tall, iron-gray, wiry gentleman with eyes like a searchlight and the manners of a Chesterfield. 'Thank you, Colonel,' he said. The Colonel sprang to attention, bowed, saluted and backed away. We were ALONE! … 'In ten minutes,' he said, 'you will be conducted to another room. When you arrive advance to the middle, make a right wheel and stand at attention facing the portière. Maintain perfect silence, answer all question—make NO inquiries—understand?' … I was taken downstairs, along a wide corridor to a solid-oak door guarded by two sentries and an attendant in the Royal livery. The door was opened by an officer of the Erste Garde; I entered a large room, advanced to the center and faced the divided portières of an adjoining chamber! There sat the man whose nod shook the earth! … Behind a heavy, old-fashioned desk, in a dim light, apparently absorbed in writing, sat a deeply tanned, lean-faced, blue-gray-eyed counterpart of Frederick the Great—the very embodiment of Majesty! … Eyes that blazed in their defiant depths with a steady and consuming fire—the kind of eyes that seem to defy the world. … I stood there fully five minutes before I heard the sharp, high-pitched voice pierce through the portière saying: 'Adell, I will see the C——' … I was conducted to within six feet of the man at the desk and in the same shrill voice asked how familiar I was with Russia, with Turkestan, India, and the Far East. … My answers seemed to convince my questioner. … Handing me a note he said: 'No one besides ourselves is to know that you are to undertake the mission outlined in that note.' Then he sat forward abruptly, his elbows resting on the desk, his head between his hands, his eyes fixed on space. … I began to study the note. … I was dumfounded! … I had thought all along that this man was the mortal enemy of the persons this note commanded me to rescue from danger. … I could not understand HOW there could be the slightest co-operation between this man and the other great ones of the earth that note commanded me to call upon for assistance in case I should need it. It was utterly incomprehensible! Yet THERE were the directions in plain black and white. … And I could not ask a solitary question! … In the same shrill voice the man asked: 'Have you memorized it?' I had! It was burned into my very soul. I could not forget a syllable of it! … Without another word he took the note, struck a match and watched it curl into shapeless ashes. … Then making a quick gesture he plunged into the documents before him. … I backed away until the door closed and shut out the sight of the lonely figure enveloped in a green light, his face illuminated against the shadowy background of an underground chamber of the Foreign Office. … On the way to Friedrichstrasse depot I met that girl of the Métropole again!"
IV
WHEN ROYALTY GETS DOUBLE-CROSSED
6. The next entry was:
"On the Orient Express, or what was the O.E. before the 'Grosse General Stab' took over the whole job of mixing up these schedules. … Well, well, well, the veiled lady of the Métropole and Buckingham is in trouble in the next compartment … at least so she says! … She just came into my compartment and said she had been insulted by the man who is sharing it with her. … Confound him! … BUT … Now I've heard of such 'plants' before. … While I'd like to go in there and kick the brute through the partitions I believe discretion is the better part of valor. … Let her call the guard if the case needs attention. … The guard is a reservist and I believe she knows it. … Furthermore, I must be at Donaustrasse 24, Budapest, tomorrow, and meet Colonel Shuvalov at the Hotel de Paris, Belgrade, the day after. … I wonder if that petit Paris looks the same as when I met my old friend Count Arthur Zu Weringrode and Kazimir Galitzyn coquetting with Cecilia Coursan, Mlle. Balniaux and the Petite Valon at the card tables after our sparkling dinners a few years ago. … And where is that fire-eating Prince now? … He was a great friend of Grey and Churchill at Monte Carlo … and notwithstanding that meeting in the Taunus they MUST BE friends YET. … The Monte Carlo combination HOLDS good today. … The Taunus meeting so far as Haldane and Winston Spencer were concerned was a frame-up