"Read," he said, and I read.
My Friend,-In death, qualities of rank cease, hence I address you as I have
always felt towards you--as my friend. Derrington was right; he
told the truth, and I lied. I am not now and have never been a
nihilist in spirit, but it is true that I am one in fact. I joined
them in a moment of folly, to protect a friend whom I knew to be
one. I have never allied myself to them, and have never attended
one meeting of theirs. The friend for whose sake I joined has been
generous, and no demands have been made upon me; nevertheless, I am
guilty. Yet, believe me my friend, when with my last breath I
assure you that I have never harbored one disloyal thought towards
you or yours, and I should unhesitatingly have betrayed the
nihilists had I ever known of a single circumstance inimical to
you. But I can live no longer under this disgrace, so I die. I
beseech you let not the truth of my dishonor be known abroad. I was
unjust to Derrington, and I crave his pardon. I loved him as a
brother, and as brothers quarrel at times, so did we. He is
faithful; trust him. May God lead you in the right; may He preserve
your life and your empire, and may He have mercy upon me.
MICHAEL.
Alexander was true to his friendship for Prince Michael. He mourned him
sincerely, and nobody ever knew the true cause of the prince's death.
The emperor respected that last wish of his dead friend. There was yet
more mischief to be done, however, by that arch villain Durnief, for
while we were still occupied with the care of Prince Michael's remains,
the czar sent for me in haste.
"This is a day of surprising missives," he said. "Here is another
letter for you to read." I took it in my hand and glanced at the
signature.
"Durnief," I said, with a sneer. "Why should I read it? The man cannot
tell the truth."
"Because I desire you to do so."
The note began in the usual form of addresses to the emperor, and was
as follows: You have ere this been informed, and supplied with ample proof,
that I am among the ranks of your enemies, the nihilists. I confess
it, but I became one of them for selfish motives, not for political
ones. Never mind that. It is not my intention to intercede for
mercy, for I know that your heart is a stranger to that quality. It
is to tell you a truth that you should know. It is to tell you that
the one most dangerous of all nihilists, is to go free; is to
remain in Russia; is to have access to your palace; is spared by
your trusted spy, Dubravnik; is upheld by him. This nihilist to
whom I refer, has been, ever since the death of my one time rival,
Stanislaus, the most dangerous of all the extremists. This nihilist
leader is a woman, and her name is Zara de Echeveria. Dubravnik
will spare her; he will spare her brother who is as violent as she
is.