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The incriminating papers found in the places designated by the informer Moleska sealed their doom. Governor Drentell himself pronounced their sentence. Two days afterward they were secretly executed. Tyranny, which for a brief period had slept, was now wide-awake and aggressively active. Throughout the entire Empire despotism stalked unimpeded.
Moleska, his secretary, who has access to his desks and closets, and who is one of us, has full instructions how to act in such an emergency." "Poor Pomeroff," murmured Paulowitch. "I am sorry for him." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Loris; "we need him to insure our success. While his police are prying about to discover something new, we are in constant danger of detection and can accomplish little.
Of your misguided companions, Moleska, who revealed the conspiracy, is already in the fortress, and the others will soon follow. For your own safety, you must leave Kief before the arrests are made, or I will not answer for the consequences." "But, father, you will be lenient towards them," cried the young man. "You will not condemn them to death.
His first investigations were made in the palace which he was henceforth to occupy. Drentell soon discovered that Moleska, Pomeroff's secretary, had duplicate keys to the desk and closets in the private cabinet. If Pomeroff was innocent, this would explain the presence of the incriminating papers in the Governor's desk.
Acting entirely upon this suspicion, he ordered the arrest of Moleska, who, overcome by terror, confessed the entire plot. On the following day, Loris was hastily summoned into the Governor's presence. He found his father striding up and down the apartment, a prey to the most violent agitation. "You have sent for me, father?" said the young man. "Yes; sit down," answered Drentell, curtly.
Under cover of a dark and cloudy night Pomeroff was carried to his home, and with the assistance of his secretary, Moleska, was carefully placed upon the couch in his private cabinet. When Pomeroff awoke next morning, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked about him. "By St. Nicholas, I have had a horrible dream," he muttered. "I must have slept on this couch all night."
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