May 16, 2025 • 16 mins
When the British Consulate in Leghorn falls victim to a puzzling burglary, and an enigmatic English yacht pays an unexpected visit, it sparks an enthralling journey of espionage and hidden criminal machinations. This thrilling tale sweeps the reader from London to Scotland, and finally to the oppressed lands of Finland, under the harsh rule of imperial Russia. Our protagonist is a man of exceptional acumen, a precursor to the likes of Double O Seven, who finds himself pushed to his limits as he navigates this web of intrigue and deception to uncover the truth. - Summary by Nicholas Clifford
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Chapter fourteen of The Tsar's Spy. This Liebervox recording is
in the public domain recording by Tom Weiss. The Tsar
Spy by William Leque, chapter fourteen. Her Highness is inquisitive.
Initially the danger was apparent, and instead of driving back
(00:24):
to the hotel, I called out to the man to
take me to the Moscow Railway station in order to
put the spy off the scent. I knew he would
follow me, but as he was on foot and no
Drosky in sight, I should be able to reach the
station before he could, and there elude him. Over the
stones we rattled, leaving the lurking agent standing in the
(00:46):
deep shadow. But on turning back I saw him dash
across the road to a bye street, where in all
probability he had a conveyance in waiting. Then, after we
had crossed the Neva, I countermanded my order to the man, saying,
don't go right up to the station, turn into the
LILLINOI prospect to the left and put me down there.
(01:08):
Drive quickly, and I'll pay double fare. He whipped his
horses and we turned into the maze of the dark,
ill lit and narrow streets that lies between the Vasnzenski
and the Nevsky, turning and winding until we emerged at
last into the main thoroughfare again. And then at last
we turned into the street I had indicated, a wide
(01:29):
road of handsome buildings, where I knew I was certain
to be able to instantly get another drosky. I flung
the man his money, alighted, and two minutes later was
driving on towards the Alexander Bridge, traveling in a circle
back to the hotel. Time after time, I glanced behind,
but saw nothing of the baron's spy, who had evidently
(01:51):
gone to the station with all speed. Expecting that I
was leaving the capital, I found Elma in her room,
ready to rest to go out, wearing a long traveling cloak,
and in her hand was a small dressing case. She
was pale and full of anxiety until I showed her
the slip of paper which Otto Kampf had given me,
(02:12):
with the address written upon it, and then together we
hurried forth. The house to which we drove was We
discovered a large one facing the Fantanka Canal, one of
the best quarters of the town, and on descending I
asked delivered d Varnic for Madame Zulov, the name which
the red priest had written. You mean the Princess, Zulov,
(02:34):
remarked the man through his red beard. Whom shall I say,
desires to see her? Take that, I said, handing to
him the piece of paper, which beside the address pore
a curious cipher mark like three triangles joined. He closed
the door, leaving us in the wide carpeted hall, the
statuary in which showed us that it was a richly
(02:56):
furnished place. And when a few minutes later he returned,
he conducted us upstairs to a fine gilded salon, where
an elderly, gray haired lady in black stood gravely to
receive us. Allow me to present Mademoiselle Elma Heath princess,
I said, speaking in French and bowing, and afterwards telling
her my own name. Our hostess welcomed my love in
(03:19):
a graceful speech. But I said, Mademoiselle unfortunately suffers a
terrible affliction. She is deaf and dumb. Ah how very
very sad, she exclaimed sympathetically, Poor girl, poor girl, And
she placed her hand tenderly upon Elma's shoulder and looked
into her eyes. Then, turning to me, she said, so
(03:41):
the Red Priest has sent you both to me. You
are in danger of a rest. I suppose you wish
me to conceal you here. I would only ask sanctuary
for Mademoiselle, was my reply. For myself, I have no fear.
I am English and therefore not a member of the party.
Did Mademoiselle fears a rest? There is an order signed
(04:03):
for her banishment to suchilian, I said, she was imprisoned
at Kajana, the fortress away in Finland, but I succeeded
in liberating her. She has actually been in Kajana, gasped
the princess. Ah, we have all heard sufficient of the
horrors of that place, and you liberated her. Why she
is the only person who has ever escaped from that
(04:25):
living tomb to which Oberg sends his victims. I believe so, Princess,
and may I take it insure that the reason you
risked your life for her is because you love her.
Pardon me for suggesting this. You have guessed correctly, I answered, then,
knowing that Alma could not hear, I added, I love her,
(04:48):
but we are not lovers. I have not told her
of my affection. Hers is a long and strange story,
and she will perhaps tell you something of it in writing. Well,
exclaimed the gray haired lady, smiling, leading my love across
the luxurious room, the atmosphere of which was filled with
the scent of flowers, and taking off her cloak with
(05:10):
her own hands. You are safe here, my poor child.
If spies have not followed you, then you shall remain
my guest as long as you desire. I am sure
it is very good of you, Princess, I said gratefully.
Miss Heath is the victim of a vile and dastardly conspiracy.
When I tell you that she has been afflicted as
(05:33):
she is by her enemies, that an operation was performed
upon her in Italy while she was unconscious, you will
readily see in what deadly peril she is. What she cried?
Have your enemies actually done this horrible? She will perhaps
tell you of the strange romance that surrounds her, a
(05:53):
mystery which I have not yet been able to fathom.
She is a Russian subject, although she has been educated
in in England. Baron Oberg himself is I believe her
worst and most bitter enemy, Ah the Strangler. She explained
with a quick flash in her dark eyes. But his
end is near. The movement is active in Helsingfors. At
(06:15):
any moment, now we may strike our blow for freedom.
She was an enthusiastic revolutionist I could see, unsuspected, however,
by the police, on account of her high position in
Petersburg's society. It was she who, as I afterwards discovered,
had furnished the large sums of money to comp for
the continuation of the revolutionary propaganda, and indeed secretly devoted
(06:40):
the greater part of her revenues from her vast estates
in Samara and Kazan to the Nilist cause. Her husband,
himself an enthusiast of freedom, although of the high nobility,
had been killed by appall from his horse six years before,
and since that time, she had retired from society and
lived there quiet, making the revolutionary movement her sole occupation.
(07:04):
The authorities believed that her retirement was due to the
painful loss she had sustained, and had no suspicion that
it was her money that enabled the mysterious Red Priest
to slowly but surely complete the plot for the general uprising.
She compelled me to remove my coat and tea was
served by a charter footman, whose family, she explained, had
(07:25):
been serfs of the Zulaths for three centuries. And then
Elma exchanged confidences with her by means of paper and pencil.
Who is this man, Martin Woodruff, from whom she speaks,
asked the princess, presently turning to me. I have met
him twice, only twice, I replied, and under strange circumstances.
(07:46):
Then continuing, I told her something concerning the incidents of
the yacht Lola. He may be in love with her
and desires to force her into marriage, she suggested, expressing
amazement at the curious narrative I had related. I think
not for several reasons. One is because I know she
holds some secret concerning him, and another because he is
(08:09):
engaged to an English girl named Muriel Lifecourt Lithequurt Lithecuurt,
repeated the princess, knitting her brows with a puzzled air.
Do you happen to know her father's name, Philip Lithecourt?
And has he actually been living in Scotland? Yes, I answered,
in quick anxiety. He rented a chute called Rannoch near Dumfries.
(08:32):
A mysterious incident occurred on his estate, a double murder
or murder and suicide, which is not quite clear. But
shortly afterwards there appeared, one evening at the house a
man named Chatter, Hilton Chatter, and the whole family at
once fled and disappeared. Princess Zurlov sat with her lips
(08:53):
pressed close together, looking straight at the silent girl before her.
Elma had removed her hat and cloak, and now sat
in a deep easy chair of yellow silk, with a
lamp light shining on her chestnut hair, settled and calm,
as though already thoroughly at home. I smiled to myself
as I thought of the chagrin of Woodruff when he
(09:15):
returned to find his victim missing. Your Highness evidently knows
the life courts I hazarded. After a brief silence, I
have heard of them, was her unsatisfactory reply. I go
to England sometimes when the Prince was alive, we were
often at clerages for the season. The Prince was for
five years military Abegete at the embassy under de Stall.
(09:38):
You know what I know of the lithe courts is
not to their credit. But you tell me that there
was a mysterious incident before their flight. Explain it to me.
At that moment, the long white doors of the handsome
salon were thrown open by the faithful charter servitor, and
there entered a man whose hair fell over the collar
(09:59):
of his heavy overcoat, but whom, in an instant I
recognized as Otto Kampf. Both Alma and I sprang to
our feet. While advancing to the princess, he bent and
gallantly kissed the hand she held forth to him. Then
he shook hands with Alma, and, acknowledging my own greetings,
took off his coat and threw it upon a chair
(10:21):
with the air of an accustomed visitor. I come, Princess,
in order to explain to you, he said. Mademoiselle fears rearrests,
and the only house in Petersburg that the police never
suspect is this. Therefore I send her to you, knowing
that with your generosity you will help her in her distress.
(10:42):
It is all arranged, was her Highness's response. She will
remain here, poor girl, until it is safe for her
to get out of Russia. Then, after some further conversation,
and after my well beloved had made signs of heartfelt
gratitude to the man known from end to end of
the Russian Empire as the Red Priest. The Princess turned
(11:03):
to me, saying, I would much like to know what
occurred before the lithe Courts left Scotland. The Life Courts,
exclaimed Tomp in utter surprise. Do you know the Life
Courts and the English officer Dernford? I looked into his
eyes in abject amazement. What connection could Jack Dernford of
(11:24):
the Marines have with the adventurer Philip Lithecourt. I, however,
recollected Jack's word when I had described the visit of
the Lola to Legorne, And further, I recollected that very
shortly he would be back in London from his term
of Mediterranean service. Well, I said, after a pause, I
happen to know Captain Durnford very well, but I had
(11:47):
no idea that he was friendly with Life Court. The
Red Priest smiled, stroking his white beard, explained to her
Highness what she desires to know? And I will tell you.
My eyes met Elma's and I saw how intensely eager
and interested she was watching the movement of my lips
(12:08):
and trying to make out what words, I uttered, well,
I said, A mysterious tragedy occurred on the edge of
a wood near the house rented by life Court, a
tragedy which has puzzled the police to this day. An
Italian named Santini and his wife were found murdered. Santini asked,
pomp starting up. But surely he is not dead. No,
(12:32):
that's the curious part of the affair. The man who
was killed was a man disguised to represent the Italian,
while the woman was actually the waiter's wife herself. I
happened to know the man Santini well, for both he
and his wife were for some years in my employ
The Princess and the director of the Russian Revolutionary movement
(12:54):
exchanged quick glances. It was as though Her Highness implored
comp to reveal to me the truth, while he, on
his part, was averse to doing so. And upon whom
does suspicion rest? Asked her Highness. As far as I
can make out, the police have no clue whatever except one.
(13:15):
At the spot was found a tiny miniature cross of
one of the Russian orders of chivalry, the Cross of
Saint Anne. There is no suspicion upon Life Court. She asked,
with some undue anxiety. I thought, no, did he entertain
any guests at the shooting box, A good many, No
(13:35):
foreigners among them, I never met any. They seemed all
people from London, a smart set for the most part.
Then why did the Life courts disappear so suddenly because
of the appearance of the man Chatter, I replied. It
is evident that they feared him, for they took every
precaution against being followed. In fact, they fled, leaving a
(13:58):
big party of friends in the house. The man Woodruff,
now at the Hotel de Paris, is a friend of
Life Court as well as of Chatter. He was not
a guest of Life Court when this man representing Santini
was assassinated, asked Tomp again, stroking his beard. No, as
soon as Woodruff recognized me as a visitor, he left
(14:20):
for Hamburg. He was afraid to face you because of
the ransacking of the British consul's sate at le Gorne,
remarked the princess, who at the same moment took Elma's
hand tenderly in her own and looked at her. Then,
turning to me, she said, what you have told us
to night mister Gregg throws a new light upon certain
incidents that had hitherto puzzled us. The mystery of it
(14:44):
all is a great and inscrutable one, the mystery of
this poor unfortunate girl greatest of all. But both of
us will endeavor to help you to elucidate it. We
will help poor Elma to crush her enemies, these cowardly
villains who had maimed her. Ah, Princess, I cried, if
you will only help and protect her, you will be
(15:06):
doing an act of mercy to a defenseless woman. I
love her, I admit it. I have done my utmost.
I have striven to solve the dark mystery, But up
to the present I have been unsuccessful, and have only
remained even till to day, the victim of circumstance. Let
her stay with me, the kindly woman answered, smiling tenderly,
(15:29):
upon my love. She will be safe here, and in
the meantime we will endeavor to discover the real and
actual truth. And in response, I took the Princess's hand
and pressed it fervently. Although that striking white headed man
and the rather stiff formal woman in black were the
leaders of the great and all powerful movement in Russia,
(15:51):
known through the civilized world as the Terror. Yet they
were nevertheless our friends. They had pledged themselves help us
thwart our enemies. I scribbled a few hasty words upon
paper and handed it to Alma, and for answer she smiled, contentedly,
looking into my eyes with an expression of trust, devotion,
(16:14):
and love. End of Chapter fourteen. Recording by Tom Wess
Chapter fourteen of The Tsar's Spy. This Liebervox recording is
in the public domain recording by Tom Weiss. The Tsar
Spy by William Leque, chapter fourteen. Her Highness is inquisitive.
Initially the danger was apparent, and instead of driving back
(00:24):
to the hotel, I called out to the man to
take me to the Moscow Railway station in order to
put the spy off the scent. I knew he would
follow me, but as he was on foot and no
Drosky in sight, I should be able to reach the
station before he could, and there elude him. Over the
stones we rattled, leaving the lurking agent standing in the
(00:46):
deep shadow. But on turning back I saw him dash
across the road to a bye street, where in all
probability he had a conveyance in waiting. Then, after we
had crossed the Neva, I countermanded my order to the man, saying,
don't go right up to the station, turn into the
LILLINOI prospect to the left and put me down there.
(01:08):
Drive quickly, and I'll pay double fare. He whipped his
horses and we turned into the maze of the dark,
ill lit and narrow streets that lies between the Vasnzenski
and the Nevsky, turning and winding until we emerged at
last into the main thoroughfare again. And then at last
we turned into the street I had indicated, a wide
(01:29):
road of handsome buildings, where I knew I was certain
to be able to instantly get another drosky. I flung
the man his money, alighted, and two minutes later was
driving on towards the Alexander Bridge, traveling in a circle
back to the hotel. Time after time, I glanced behind,
but saw nothing of the baron's spy, who had evidently
(01:51):
gone to the station with all speed. Expecting that I
was leaving the capital, I found Elma in her room,
ready to rest to go out, wearing a long traveling cloak,
and in her hand was a small dressing case. She
was pale and full of anxiety until I showed her
the slip of paper which Otto Kampf had given me,
(02:12):
with the address written upon it, and then together we
hurried forth. The house to which we drove was We
discovered a large one facing the Fantanka Canal, one of
the best quarters of the town, and on descending I
asked delivered d Varnic for Madame Zulov, the name which
the red priest had written. You mean the Princess, Zulov,
(02:34):
remarked the man through his red beard. Whom shall I say,
desires to see her? Take that, I said, handing to
him the piece of paper, which beside the address pore
a curious cipher mark like three triangles joined. He closed
the door, leaving us in the wide carpeted hall, the
statuary in which showed us that it was a richly
(02:56):
furnished place. And when a few minutes later he returned,
he conducted us upstairs to a fine gilded salon, where
an elderly, gray haired lady in black stood gravely to
receive us. Allow me to present Mademoiselle Elma Heath princess,
I said, speaking in French and bowing, and afterwards telling
her my own name. Our hostess welcomed my love in
(03:19):
a graceful speech. But I said, Mademoiselle unfortunately suffers a
terrible affliction. She is deaf and dumb. Ah how very
very sad, she exclaimed sympathetically, Poor girl, poor girl, And
she placed her hand tenderly upon Elma's shoulder and looked
into her eyes. Then, turning to me, she said, so
(03:41):
the Red Priest has sent you both to me. You
are in danger of a rest. I suppose you wish
me to conceal you here. I would only ask sanctuary
for Mademoiselle, was my reply. For myself, I have no fear.
I am English and therefore not a member of the party.
Did Mademoiselle fears a rest? There is an order signed
(04:03):
for her banishment to suchilian, I said, she was imprisoned
at Kajana, the fortress away in Finland, but I succeeded
in liberating her. She has actually been in Kajana, gasped
the princess. Ah, we have all heard sufficient of the
horrors of that place, and you liberated her. Why she
is the only person who has ever escaped from that
(04:25):
living tomb to which Oberg sends his victims. I believe so, Princess,
and may I take it insure that the reason you
risked your life for her is because you love her.
Pardon me for suggesting this. You have guessed correctly, I answered, then,
knowing that Alma could not hear, I added, I love her,
(04:48):
but we are not lovers. I have not told her
of my affection. Hers is a long and strange story,
and she will perhaps tell you something of it in writing. Well,
exclaimed the gray haired lady, smiling, leading my love across
the luxurious room, the atmosphere of which was filled with
the scent of flowers, and taking off her cloak with
(05:10):
her own hands. You are safe here, my poor child.
If spies have not followed you, then you shall remain
my guest as long as you desire. I am sure
it is very good of you, Princess, I said gratefully.
Miss Heath is the victim of a vile and dastardly conspiracy.
When I tell you that she has been afflicted as
(05:33):
she is by her enemies, that an operation was performed
upon her in Italy while she was unconscious, you will
readily see in what deadly peril she is. What she cried?
Have your enemies actually done this horrible? She will perhaps
tell you of the strange romance that surrounds her, a
(05:53):
mystery which I have not yet been able to fathom.
She is a Russian subject, although she has been educated
in in England. Baron Oberg himself is I believe her
worst and most bitter enemy, Ah the Strangler. She explained
with a quick flash in her dark eyes. But his
end is near. The movement is active in Helsingfors. At
(06:15):
any moment, now we may strike our blow for freedom.
She was an enthusiastic revolutionist I could see, unsuspected, however,
by the police, on account of her high position in
Petersburg's society. It was she who, as I afterwards discovered,
had furnished the large sums of money to comp for
the continuation of the revolutionary propaganda, and indeed secretly devoted
(06:40):
the greater part of her revenues from her vast estates
in Samara and Kazan to the Nilist cause. Her husband,
himself an enthusiast of freedom, although of the high nobility,
had been killed by appall from his horse six years before,
and since that time, she had retired from society and
lived there quiet, making the revolutionary movement her sole occupation.
(07:04):
The authorities believed that her retirement was due to the
painful loss she had sustained, and had no suspicion that
it was her money that enabled the mysterious Red Priest
to slowly but surely complete the plot for the general uprising.
She compelled me to remove my coat and tea was
served by a charter footman, whose family, she explained, had
(07:25):
been serfs of the Zulaths for three centuries. And then
Elma exchanged confidences with her by means of paper and pencil.
Who is this man, Martin Woodruff, from whom she speaks,
asked the princess, presently turning to me. I have met
him twice, only twice, I replied, and under strange circumstances.
(07:46):
Then continuing, I told her something concerning the incidents of
the yacht Lola. He may be in love with her
and desires to force her into marriage, she suggested, expressing
amazement at the curious narrative I had related. I think
not for several reasons. One is because I know she
holds some secret concerning him, and another because he is
(08:09):
engaged to an English girl named Muriel Lifecourt Lithequurt Lithecuurt,
repeated the princess, knitting her brows with a puzzled air.
Do you happen to know her father's name, Philip Lithecourt?
And has he actually been living in Scotland? Yes, I answered,
in quick anxiety. He rented a chute called Rannoch near Dumfries.
(08:32):
A mysterious incident occurred on his estate, a double murder
or murder and suicide, which is not quite clear. But
shortly afterwards there appeared, one evening at the house a
man named Chatter, Hilton Chatter, and the whole family at
once fled and disappeared. Princess Zurlov sat with her lips
(08:53):
pressed close together, looking straight at the silent girl before her.
Elma had removed her hat and cloak, and now sat
in a deep easy chair of yellow silk, with a
lamp light shining on her chestnut hair, settled and calm,
as though already thoroughly at home. I smiled to myself
as I thought of the chagrin of Woodruff when he
(09:15):
returned to find his victim missing. Your Highness evidently knows
the life courts I hazarded. After a brief silence, I
have heard of them, was her unsatisfactory reply. I go
to England sometimes when the Prince was alive, we were
often at clerages for the season. The Prince was for
five years military Abegete at the embassy under de Stall.
(09:38):
You know what I know of the lithe courts is
not to their credit. But you tell me that there
was a mysterious incident before their flight. Explain it to me.
At that moment, the long white doors of the handsome
salon were thrown open by the faithful charter servitor, and
there entered a man whose hair fell over the collar
(09:59):
of his heavy overcoat, but whom, in an instant I
recognized as Otto Kampf. Both Alma and I sprang to
our feet. While advancing to the princess, he bent and
gallantly kissed the hand she held forth to him. Then
he shook hands with Alma, and, acknowledging my own greetings,
took off his coat and threw it upon a chair
(10:21):
with the air of an accustomed visitor. I come, Princess,
in order to explain to you, he said. Mademoiselle fears rearrests,
and the only house in Petersburg that the police never
suspect is this. Therefore I send her to you, knowing
that with your generosity you will help her in her distress.
(10:42):
It is all arranged, was her Highness's response. She will
remain here, poor girl, until it is safe for her
to get out of Russia. Then, after some further conversation,
and after my well beloved had made signs of heartfelt
gratitude to the man known from end to end of
the Russian Empire as the Red Priest. The Princess turned
(11:03):
to me, saying, I would much like to know what
occurred before the lithe Courts left Scotland. The Life Courts,
exclaimed Tomp in utter surprise. Do you know the Life
Courts and the English officer Dernford? I looked into his
eyes in abject amazement. What connection could Jack Dernford of
(11:24):
the Marines have with the adventurer Philip Lithecourt. I, however,
recollected Jack's word when I had described the visit of
the Lola to Legorne, And further, I recollected that very
shortly he would be back in London from his term
of Mediterranean service. Well, I said, after a pause, I
happen to know Captain Durnford very well, but I had
(11:47):
no idea that he was friendly with Life Court. The
Red Priest smiled, stroking his white beard, explained to her
Highness what she desires to know? And I will tell you.
My eyes met Elma's and I saw how intensely eager
and interested she was watching the movement of my lips
(12:08):
and trying to make out what words, I uttered, well,
I said, A mysterious tragedy occurred on the edge of
a wood near the house rented by life Court, a
tragedy which has puzzled the police to this day. An
Italian named Santini and his wife were found murdered. Santini asked,
pomp starting up. But surely he is not dead. No,
(12:32):
that's the curious part of the affair. The man who
was killed was a man disguised to represent the Italian,
while the woman was actually the waiter's wife herself. I
happened to know the man Santini well, for both he
and his wife were for some years in my employ
The Princess and the director of the Russian Revolutionary movement
(12:54):
exchanged quick glances. It was as though Her Highness implored
comp to reveal to me the truth, while he, on
his part, was averse to doing so. And upon whom
does suspicion rest? Asked her Highness. As far as I
can make out, the police have no clue whatever except one.
(13:15):
At the spot was found a tiny miniature cross of
one of the Russian orders of chivalry, the Cross of
Saint Anne. There is no suspicion upon Life Court. She asked,
with some undue anxiety. I thought, no, did he entertain
any guests at the shooting box, A good many, No
(13:35):
foreigners among them, I never met any. They seemed all
people from London, a smart set for the most part.
Then why did the Life courts disappear so suddenly because
of the appearance of the man Chatter, I replied. It
is evident that they feared him, for they took every
precaution against being followed. In fact, they fled, leaving a
(13:58):
big party of friends in the house. The man Woodruff,
now at the Hotel de Paris, is a friend of
Life Court as well as of Chatter. He was not
a guest of Life Court when this man representing Santini
was assassinated, asked Tomp again, stroking his beard. No, as
soon as Woodruff recognized me as a visitor, he left
(14:20):
for Hamburg. He was afraid to face you because of
the ransacking of the British consul's sate at le Gorne,
remarked the princess, who at the same moment took Elma's
hand tenderly in her own and looked at her. Then,
turning to me, she said, what you have told us
to night mister Gregg throws a new light upon certain
incidents that had hitherto puzzled us. The mystery of it
(14:44):
all is a great and inscrutable one, the mystery of
this poor unfortunate girl greatest of all. But both of
us will endeavor to help you to elucidate it. We
will help poor Elma to crush her enemies, these cowardly
villains who had maimed her. Ah, Princess, I cried, if
you will only help and protect her, you will be
(15:06):
doing an act of mercy to a defenseless woman. I
love her, I admit it. I have done my utmost.
I have striven to solve the dark mystery, But up
to the present I have been unsuccessful, and have only
remained even till to day, the victim of circumstance. Let
her stay with me, the kindly woman answered, smiling tenderly,
(15:29):
upon my love. She will be safe here, and in
the meantime we will endeavor to discover the real and
actual truth. And in response, I took the Princess's hand
and pressed it fervently. Although that striking white headed man
and the rather stiff formal woman in black were the
leaders of the great and all powerful movement in Russia,
(15:51):
known through the civilized world as the Terror. Yet they
were nevertheless our friends. They had pledged themselves help us
thwart our enemies. I scribbled a few hasty words upon
paper and handed it to Alma, and for answer she smiled, contentedly,
looking into my eyes with an expression of trust, devotion,
(16:14):
and love. End of Chapter fourteen. Recording by Tom Wess
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