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Petersburg it was only because Barnwell was going there also. He was one of the keenest spies in the employ of the prefect of police, and had been sent to America to watch the movements of Socialists, who were in active sympathy with the terrible Nihilists of Russia, under the leadership of Paul Zobriskie.
"Good speed to you," said Zobriskie, shaking him cordially by the hand. "Thank you," and they parted, Barnwell thrusting the envelope into his breast-pocket. He returned to his waiting friends and apologized for his protracted absence. "Do you know that man, Billy?" asked one of his friends. "Well, not particularly. He wanted me to deliver a letter for him, that's all."
I was watching Zobriskie, and saw him approach a young man and ask him if he was going to St. Petersburg, and on being informed that he was, asked him if he would deliver this letter to Prince Mastowix, at the same time enjoining him to be very careful and not let it reach another's hands." "It is false, vile spy!" roared the prince. "Silence!" shouted the president. "Proceed!"
"Simply brought a letter from New York, from Paul Zobriskie, without knowing what its contents were simply to oblige a stranger and this is my reward," said he bitterly. "Paul Zobriskie! To whom directed?" the governor asked cautiously. "Prince Mastowix." "Ah! he has been lately executed." "Thank God!" exclaimed Barnwell. "And you knew nothing of the contents of the letter?"
But while all this was going on there was a pair of small black eyes fastened upon him, as his own shadow might cling to him fastened from the moment Paul Zobriskie drew him aside to converse.
He had long suspected Prince Mastowix of infidelity to the Czar, notwithstanding the trust that was reposed in him; and overhearing Zobriskie mention his name in connection with the giving the letter to Barnwell, he suddenly determined to find out whether or not his suspicions were correct. Arriving at St.
Here is a document addressed to you from New York, by Paul Zobriskie, in which he addresses you in unmistakable terms of fraternity, and refers to other correspondence, together with certain other information which he had received, and which could never have reached him save through you. What have you to say?" It required all the nerve the traitor had to prevent him from falling to the floor.
"I was not aware of it, sir." "But it is a fact, nevertheless." "I am sorry to know that. But I am a stranger here." "I observe that you are not a Russian." "No, I am an American just discharged from Siberia." "Siberia!" exclaimed the man, starting. "Yes; I agreed to deliver a letter, of which I knew nothing, to Prince Mastowix, from Paul Zobriskie, of New York." "Paul Zobriskie?" "Yes.
I brought a letter to him from a man in New York." "What man?" "One Paul Zobriskie." "Paul Zobriskie!" exclaimed the man, clutching the bars that grated the window of his door. "Do you know him?" "No; I was simply on the point of sailing for Europe when he approached and asked me to deliver a letter to Prince Mastowix. I did so, and you know the rest."
In the fortress-like Bastile over which Prince Mastowix held sway, he had charge of this fearful secret record; but the better to blot his existence out, should inquiries ever be made, he applied a false name to the "No. 20"; described him as a Russian, a Nihilist, who had been caught in holding correspondence with Paul Zobriskie, and who had also assaulted Prince Mastowix.
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