His Excellency spoke, and the words he uttered staggered me. I
stood aghast.
"Seize that man!" he cried, pointing to me. "He is armed! He has
just threatened to kill me! He is the man against whom we were
recently warned—the Englishman!"
"Ah!" I cried, standing before the thin-faced official of the
Czar, the unscrupulous man who had crushed Finland beneath the iron
heel of Russia, and who, by his lying allegation, now held me in
his power. "I see your object, Baron Oberg! You intend to arrest me
as a conspirator!"
"Search the fellow. He has a revolver there in his hip-pocket,"
declared the Governor-General, and in an instant the short,
ferret-eyed little man had run his hands down me and felt my
weapon.
I drew it forth and handed it to him, saying:
"You are quite welcome to
