The International Spy Part 29

"I am as you have just said, a _medium_," he replied with significant emphasis. "As such, I need not tell you, I have no personal interest in the communications which are made through me."

I nodded, and took out my pocket-book, from which I extracted a hundred ruble-note (about $75).

"I promised to show you something interesting," I remarked, as I laid it on the table.

M. Auguste turned his head, and his lip curled slightly.

"I am afraid my sight is not very good," he said negligently. "Is not that object rather small?"

"It is merely a specimen," I responded, counting out nine others, and laying them beside the first.

"Ah, now I fancy I can see what you are showing me," he admitted.

"There is a history attached to these notes," I explained. "They represent the amount of a bet which I have just won."

"Really! That is most interesting."

"I now have another bet of similar nature pending, which I hope also to be able to win."

"I am tempted to wish you success," put in the medium encouragingly.

"The chances of success are so great that if you were a betting man I should be inclined to ask you to make a joint affair of it," I said.

"My dear M. V----, I am not a bigot. I have no objection to a wager provided the stakes are made worth my while."

"I think they should be. Well, I will tell you plainly, I stand to win this amount if the Baltic Fleet does not sail for another month."

M. Auguste smiled pleasantly.

"I congratulate you," he said. "From what I have heard the repairs will take at least that time."

"But that is not all. This bet of mine is continuous. I win a similar stake for every month which pa.s.ses without the fleet having left harbor."

M. Auguste gazed at me steadily before speaking.

"If your bet were renewable weekly instead of monthly, you might become quite a rich man."

I saw that I was dealing with a cormorant. I made a hasty mental calculation. Half of one thousand rubles was about $375 a week, and the information I had led me to believe that Port Arthur was capable of holding out for another six months at least. To delay the sailing of the Baltic Fleet till then would cost roughly $10,000--say 15,000 rubles.

I decided that neither England nor j.a.pan would grudge the price.

"I think your suggestion is a good one," I answered M. Auguste. "In that case, should you be willing to share the bet?"

"I should be willing to undertake it entirely," was the response.

The scoundrel wanted $20,000!

Had I been dealing with an honest man I should have let him have the money. But he had raised his terms so artfully that I felt sure that if I yielded this he would at once make some fresh demand.

I therefore shook my head, and began picking up the notes on the table.

"That would not suit me at all," I said decidedly. "I do not wish to be left out altogether."

M. Auguste watched me with growing uneasiness as I restored the notes one by one to my pocket-book.

"Look here!" he said abruptly, as the last note disappeared. "Tell me plainly what you expect me to do."

"I expect you to have a communication from your friend Madame Blavatsky, or any other spirit you may prefer--Peter the Great would be most effective, I should think--every time the Baltic Fleet is ready to start, warning 'Mr. Nicholas' not to let it sail."

M. Auguste appeared to turn this proposal over in his mind.

"And is that all?" he asked.

"I shall expect you to keep perfect secrecy about the arrangement. I have a friend at Potsdam, and I shall be pretty sure to hear if you try to give me away."

"Potsdam!" M. Auguste seemed genuinely surprised, and even disconcerted.

"Do you mean to say that you didn't know you were carrying out the instructions of Wilhelm II.?" I demanded, scarcely less surprised.

It was difficult to believe that the vexation showed by the medium was feigned.

"Of course! I see it now!" burst from him. "I wondered what she meant by all that stuff about Germany. And I--a Frenchman!"

It is extraordinary what unexpected scruples will display themselves in the most unprincipled knaves. Low as they may descend, there seems always to be some one point on which they are as sensitive as a Bayard.

M. Auguste, of all men in the world, was a French patriot! It turned out that he was a fanatical Nationalist and anti-Semite. He had howled in anti-Dreyfusite mobs, and flung stones at the windows of Masonic temples in Paris.

I was delighted with this discovery, which gave me a stronger hold on him than any bribe could.

But I had noted the feminine p.r.o.noun in his exclamation recorded above. I did not think it referred to the revealing spirit.

"You have been deceived by the woman who has given you your instructions," I remarked to him, when his excitement had subsided a little. "I fancy I can guess her name."

"Yes. It is the Princess Y----," he confessed.

Bewildering personality! Again, as I heard her name connected with an intrigue of the basest kind, a criminal conspiracy to influence the ruler of Russia by feigned revelations from the spirits of the dead, I recalled the sight I had last had of her, kneeling in her oratory, scourging herself before--my portrait!

There was no longer any fear that M. Auguste would prove obdurate on the question of terms. He pocketed his first five hundred rubles, and departed, vowing that the Baltic fleet should never get farther than Libau, if it was in the power of spirits to prevent it.

Desirous to relieve Lord Bedale's mind as far as possible I despatched the following wire to him the next morning:

Sailing of Baltic Fleet postponed indefinitely. No danger for the present. Watch Germany.

I sent a fuller account of the situation to a son of Mr. Katahashi, who was in England, nominally attached to the staff of the Imperial Bank, but really on business of a confidential character which it would be indiscreet on my part to indicate.

I may say that I particularly cautioned the young j.a.panese to avoid any action calculated to give the least color to the German legends about warships being secretly manufactured in British yards to the order of the Mikado's Government.

Every reader who has followed the course of the war with any attention will recollect the history of the fleet thus detained by my contrivance.