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Updated: May 1, 2025
Then I returned to my seat, my heart lighter, for at last I had saved the life of our dear general, and also that of His Majesty, for, truth to tell, what I had given Peter Tchernine was only a little tube of French chalk made up to resemble that brought so secretly from Berlin. On reporting to Rasputin next day, he rubbed his hands with delight.
Back to Minsk I drove rapidly, and two hours later was in an ambulance train on my way to Petrograd, full of wonder as to what was happening at Gorodok. Peter Tchernine, spy of Germany, had no doubt mixed the contents of that tiny tube with the powdered sugar served to the general and his Imperial guest.
When I told the monk, he said: "You must go there at once, Féodor, and carry the little tube to the Cossack Peter Tchernine, who is now Brusiloff's body-servant." "I!" I gasped, startled at the suggestion that I should be chosen to convey death to our gallant commander. "Yes. And pray why not? Someone whom I can trust must act as messenger. And I trust you above all men, Féodor."
I, of course, did not tell him of the Emperor's peril. Next day he, however, came to me in a state of high indignation. "The fool Tchernine has blundered, just as Sawvitch did!" he cried. "Brusiloff still lives and is continuing the offensive. Did he not promise to use the tube?" "He certainly did," I assured the monk.
I was horrified at my position, compelled as I was to convey the means of death to the hands of the German spy Tchernine, who had been placed as servant to the Russian commander. I saw that I must leave Petrograd for Minsk that night; therefore I set about preparing for my adventurous journey.
Tchernine, a spy of Germany, was actually in attendance upon the Emperor, and hence could listen to the conversation between His Majesty and the army commander! "But I have come all the way from Petrograd," I whined. "I have a message to give my brother from his wife, whom I fear is dying."
This moved the honest sergeant, who, calling one of his men, told him to go to Tchernine and tell him he was wanted immediately. "Only for a few moments," I said. "I will not keep him from his duty more than two or three minutes just to give him the message." I waited alone in a small, bare hut for nearly half an hour, when the man returned with Brusiloff's servant. "Ah, dear brother Peter!"
Peter Tchernine, who has succeeded Sawvitch as the general's servant, is to be trusted. You will send the tube marked No. 1 to him in secret at General Headquarters, with orders to mix the contents with the powdered sugar which the general is in the habit of taking with stewed fruit.
"He left Paris about a month ago, but unfortunately the men watching him did not follow. He took train for Berlin, and has been absent until now." "We ought to know where he's been, Goslin," declared the elder man. "What fool was it who, keeping him under surveillance, allowed him to slip from Paris?" "The Russian Tchernine."
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