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Traps were laid for him, but, with the amazing cunning of the erotic lunatic, he eluded them all. Back in Petrograd, in the salons of the highest in the Empire, he lived in luxury, with cars always at his disposal. The "Holy Father" who had his own suite in the private apartments of the Imperial family was welcomed everywhere he deigned to go. His creature, Ilya Kousmitch, warned him of the pitfalls that were being set. Even his dissolute crony the Bishop Teofan--whom, through the Empress, he had himself created--grew grave. But the "Saint" merely bit his dirty finger nails, as is the habit of the Siberian peasant, and replied:
"Gregory Novikh has been sent to Russia by Divine Providence. He has no fear!"
Soon after his narrow escape in Moscow he received a letter from the father of the two young girls who had so completely fallen beneath his pious blandishments--a letter in which the angry father declared that he would shoot him at sight.
To that letter Rasputin, with the overbearing impudence of one who smoked and spat upon the carpet actually in the Empress's presence, and, who had the audacity to prompt the Tsar in making his appointments and dealing with the affairs of State, replied by telegram--a message still upon record--sent over the private wire from the Winter Palace:
"Shoot--and G.o.d will reward your daughters bountifully.--Gregory."
Though Rasputin presented a remarkably calm exterior, he no doubt, was much perturbed by that threat. A single false step would certainly land him either in oblivion or in prison. But criminal lunatics of his sort are notoriously clever and astute. "Jack-the-Ripper" was of exactly similar type, and he defied the whole detective police of the world.
The Secret Police of Russia, the wiles of which have been so vaunted by the modern novelist, were as childish idiots when their brains became pitted against those of the uncouth Siberian peasant, who, calling himself a "saint," could induce every silly woman to follow his immoral directions.
Just then the Empress, whose shallow impressionable mind led her to adopt any new craze, and to seek any new sensation, met a person in whom she indiscreetly placed her trust--a treacherous, long-bearded political adventurer, named Boris Sturmer. This man was a boon companion of the "Saint" in his debaucheries in the midnight wilds of Petrograd, for Rasputin, when believed to be absent for a week of prayer and self-denial, usually bathed himself, and wearing a well-cut evening-suit plunged into the gay midnight life at the Old Donon, the Belle Vue, or the Bouffes, on the Fontanka. Thus Boris Sturmer, a strong pro-German who had many family connections with the enemy--and the bosom friend of Rasputin--actually became Prime Minister of Russia, such being the mock-monk's astounding influence over the Imperial Autocrat, whose wife and family were, alas! as but clay within his filthy hands.
This latest triumph proved conclusively to Rasputin that his power was as great as that of the Emperor--indeed, to certain of his intimates he used laughingly to declare himself to be the uncrowned Tsar!
"I live in the Palace," he would declare. "The Empress does my bidding; her daughters are as my children; the Court bows to me; Nikki only smiles as an idiot--therefore, am I not the real Emperor of Russia?"
Discovering his own overwhelming influence this sinister favourite of both Tsar and Tsaritza suddenly resolved upon a further move, the cleverness of which was indeed well within keeping with his marvellously astute reasoning. He decided not to be dependent upon the charity of the Imperial pair, whom the Bishop Teofan had one day declared kept him in the Winter Palace as a tame saint. His friend's taunt stung him to the quick.
In consequence, he took a luxurious house in the Gorokhovaya, just beyond the Moyka, and close to the Palace, and while still retaining his apartments in the Palace, he lived mostly in his new abode, where in future he announced that the bi-weekly meeting of his disciples for prayer and consolation would be held.
Like wildfire the decision of the "wonder-worker" ran through the salons of Society. There was now a chance for others to enter the cult of the "Sister-disciples," and to become as one flesh with the Saint, and to be cured by Divine agency of any ill.
Hundreds of society women were frantically anxious to enter this new sisterhood.
His house was an expensive one, but only a few of the rooms were well furnished. The dining-room on the ground floor was a large rather bare-looking place, with cheap chairs set round and equally cheap tables of polished walnut. On the walls were portraits of the Tsar, the Tsaritza and himself. Upstairs was his study, a large luxurious apartment, and from it led the bedroom of the "holy" man, which even eclipsed the study in luxury. To this house the smart band of society converts who called themselves the "Sister-disciples" went regularly twice each week to hear the "miracle-worker" descant upon the beauties of his new religion.
Among the members of this degenerate group were:--the pretty fluffy-haired little Princess Boyarski, Madame Pistolcohrse, sister of Madame Vyrubova, a certain Countess Yepantchine, whose splendid house was in the Sergiyevskaya, the most fas.h.i.+onable quarter without equal in Petrograd, as well as the Grand d.u.c.h.ess Olga, daughter of the Tsaritza, and many others.
Though the blasphemous discourses were delivered and the disgusting secret rites practised twice each week at Rasputin's house, as well as also twice weekly in secret at Tsarskoe-Selo, many women seeking knowledge of the new religion--after having fallen beneath the spell of the mock-saint's eyes--went to the monk alone by appointment, and there had what the blackguard termed "private converse" with him in his upstairs study adjoining his luxurious sleeping apartment.
The uncouth peasant's actions, his open immorality, and the cold-blooded manner in which he turned wife from husband, and betrothed from her lover, had now become open gossip at the street corners. Whenever the mock-saint went forth in any car or carriage of his female admirers or of the Court, the people grinned and recognising the lady, would whisper--
"Look! Grichka has taken yet another bride!"
At some of the mysterious meetings Rasputin's old friend the dissolute Bishop Teofan was present, and on one occasion a dramatic incident occurred.
The little Princess Boyarski had apparently grown jealous of the "Saint"
because he had paid too great attention to a new convert, a certain Mademoiselle Zernin, just turned twenty. High words arose in the select circle of wors.h.i.+ppers, and the Bishop with his big golden cross on his breast endeavoured to quell the dispute. The Princess then turned furiously upon the Bishop, expressing the deepest resentment that he should have been admitted to their private conference at all, and vowed that she would use all her influence to get him turned out of the Church he had dishonoured.
Rasputin and his friend ridiculed her threats, but two days later both grew extremely uneasy, for Teofan was already extremely unpopular with the Court circle, and all were only too ready to effect his dismissal and disgrace. Indeed, forty-eight hours after the Princess had uttered those threats, she, with the Countess Kleinmichel, contrived to secure his expulsion from the Church. Only after Rasputin had threatened the Empress that he would leave Petrograd, and in that case the Tsarevitch would, he declared, die, that he secured the re-instalment of his fellow-criminal. Such was the scoundrel's influence at Court in these present war-days!
By various tricks, in which he was a.s.sisted by the young servant, the man Ilya, the charlatan still performed "miracles" upon the poor, which naturally caused his fame to spread all over Russia, while his sinister influence was now being felt both in the Orthodox Church, and in the conduct of the war. Contrary to what is generally supposed, he had never been ordained a priest, while he never attended church nor observed any of the forms of religious wors.h.i.+p, save the immoral practices of his own invention.
He claimed a semi-divinity, and thus declared himself to be above all man-made laws.
In those scandalous discourses, in which he made use of the most erotic suggestions, he always urged his female devotees that only through his own body could they seek the protection and forgiveness of the Almighty.
"I show you the way!" he would constantly say as he stood with his hand behind his back, his other hand upon the Bible. "I am here to give you salvation."
Such was his power in ecclesiastical matters in Russia that the most lucrative posts in the Church were now filled by men who had paid him for their nominations, and he boasted that the Procurator of the Holy Synod was merely his puppet. From certain evidence before me I am inclined to believe this to be the truth, for some of the supposed "miracles" could never have been "worked" without the Procurator's connivance.
Daily, smart society women came to Rasputin's house for "private converse." Sometimes one of the circle of his elect would bring with her a young society girl who had heard vaguely of "the disciples," and whose curiosity was naturally aroused, to meet the wonderful wonder-worker. At others, women went alone. But in each case the result was the same.
One afternoon the young wife of the wealthy Count Ivanitski went there in secret, attired in one of her maid's dresses, so as to escape observation, pa.s.sing through the servants' entrance. The Count, however, had heard whispers of this intended visit and, awaiting her return, followed her back to the Furshtavkaya, where they lived in a handsome house a few doors from the Liteyny Prospect. He then coolly called his servants and compelled her to confess before them all that had happened to her in Rasputin's house. Afterwards he drew a revolver and shot her dead. Then he walked out and gave himself up to the police. Within an hour news of the affair was brought to the Empress and to Rasputin, who were dining together in the Palace.
The monk made a sarcastic grimace when he heard of the murder of the woman who had that afternoon been his victim.
"Poor fool!" he exclaimed, his gla.s.s of wine in his hand. "The Countess had already become a devoted disciple."
But the Empress at once bestirred herself in fear of public indignation being aroused against the Holy Father, and telephoning to the Minister of the Interior, ordered the Count's immediate release.
On another occasion, a week later, a young lieutenant of cavalry named Olchowski, who had been with von Rennenkampf at Brest-Litovsk, had returned to Petrograd, being met at the railway station by his devoted young wife, a mere chit of a girl, the daughter of a Baroness living at Ostroff. They returned home together, whereupon somebody slipped into his hand an anonymous letter, stating that his pretty young wife Vera had become one of the "spiritual brides" who attended the bi-weekly meetings in the Gorokhovaya. The Lieutenant said nothing, but watching next afternoon he followed her to the meeting place of the "Naked Believers," and having satisfied himself that during his absence at the front his beloved wife had fallen beneath the "saint's" spell, he concealed himself in the porch of a neighbouring house until after the wors.h.i.+ppers had all departed. Then Rasputin presently descended the steps to enter one of the Imperial carriages which had called for him as was usual each day.
In an instant the outraged husband, half-mad with fury, flung himself upon the "holy" libertine and plunged a long keen knife into his breast.
But Rasputin, whose strength was colossal, simply tossed his a.s.sailant away from him without a word, and entered the carriage.
Beneath his monkish hair-s.h.i.+rt he had for some time, at the Empress's urgent desire, worn another s.h.i.+rt which she had had specially made for him in Paris, as also for the Tsar--a light but most effective s.h.i.+rt of steel-mail.
CHAPTER THREE.
HOW RASPUTIN POISONED THE TSAREVITCH.
The dark forces established so ingeniously by the Kaiser behind the Russian throne in April, 1914, had now become actively at work.
The small but all-powerful clique of which Rasputin was the head because he practically lived with the Imperial family and ate at their table-- the little circle which the Russians called "The Camarilla"--were actively plotting for the betrayal of the Allies and a separate peace with Germany. Sturmer, the Austrian who had been pushed into the office of Prime Minister of Russia by his boon companion and fellow _bon-viveur_, the mock-monk of Pokrovsky, had already risen in power.
The man whose long goatee-beard swept over the first b.u.t.ton of his gorgeous uniform, all true loyal Russians in their unfortunate ignorance cheered wildly as he drove swiftly with the _pristyazhka_, or side-horse, along the Nevski, for he was believed to be "winning the war." Russia, alas! to-day knows that with German gold flowing freely into his pocket he was in secret doing all he could to prevent ministers arriving from Great Britain, and laughing up his sleeve at his success in ordering a mock-railway from Alexandrovsk to be built in order to connect Petrograd to an ice-free port--a line which subsequently had to be taken up and relaid!
Even our British journalists were cleverly bamboozled, for they returned from Russia and wrote in our newspapers of her coming great offensive, when they would sweep back the Kaiser's hordes and be into Berlin ere we should know it. In Petrograd one heard of Rasputin as the Shadowy Somebody. But most people declared that he was only a monk, a pious person whom silly women admired, as women so often admire a fas.h.i.+onable preacher even in our own country, and further because of "something,"
the Censor refused to allow his name to appear in any paper.
In Russia the censors.h.i.+p is full of vagaries. My own novels came under his ban twenty years ago, because as correspondent of _The Times_ I had spoken some very plain truths in that journal. I remember well old Monsieur de Stael, then Russian amba.s.sador in London and the cheeriest of good souls, laughing when I came back from Russia at my complaint regarding the censors.h.i.+p. "Why!" he said, "they censor my letters to my own daughter in Nijni! Please do not think any the less of Russia for that. You have been across the Empire, into Siberia, and surely you know how far we are behind the times!"
Russia had, after all, advanced but little in those intervening twenty years, though it has produced the rascal Rasputin.
That small circle of Germanophiles who met so frequently in secret at Rasputin's house in the Gorokhovaya--the scene of the bi-weekly orgies of the "Sister-Disciples"--though they were unaware of it were, with clever insinuation, being taught that a separate peace with Germany would be of greatest advantage to the Empire. They were hourly plotting, and the details of their conspiracies which have now come to light and are before me, doc.u.ments in black and white, which had been carefully preserved by the monk, are truly amazing. Surely no novelist, living or dead, could have ever imagined a situation so astounding and yet so tragic, for the fate of one of the mightiest Imperial Houses of the modern world was now trembling in the balance.
That both the Prime Minister and his long-moustached sycophant Protopopoff, a political adventurer whose past is somewhat shady and obscure, were in daily consultation is plain from the reports of secret agents of the Revolutionists. The Duke Charles Michael, though heir to the Grand Duchy of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, had, as part of the German Emperor's subtle plot, become naturalised as a Russian three weeks before the declaration of war, and he, with the erotic scoundrel, was actively carding out Berlin's set programme in the salons of Tsarskoe-Selo.
"Grichka," the convicted thief from the far-off Siberian village, the man who had a dozen "spiritual brides" at Pokrovsky, uncouth, unlettered and unwashed, had by this time obtained such hypnotic hold upon the female portion of Petrograd society that when he deigned to accept an invitation to dine at the various palaces of the n.o.bility he would eat from his plate with his dirty fingers and his female admirers actually licked them clean! This is absolute fact, vouched for by dozens of patriotic Russians whose names I could give.
It is contained in a plain report in cold unvarnished language in an official Russian report which is before me. Readers will, I believe, halt aghast. But such men have exercised the same powers over women-- criminal lunatics always--through the long pages of history.
The heart of Russia was being eaten out by the German canker-worm. The high-born women of Petrograd were being used by Rasputin to play the Kaiser's game.