rosy freshness of his cheeks, the absence of down on his lip and not a hint of beard, the thick hair, with the curl over the forehead.  Ah, that forehead - the forehead was curious, with great over-hanging cranial lumps which moved above the deep arcade of the eye-sockets while the mouth was busy — well, one would have said that Rouletabille had not eaten for a week.  He was demolishing a great slice of Volgan sturgeon, contemplating at the same time with immense interest a salad of creamed cucumbers, when Matrena Petrovna appeared.

He wished to excuse himself at once and spoke with his mouth full.

“I beg your pardon, madame, but the Czar forgot to invite me to breakfast.”

Madame Matrena smiled and gave him a hearty handshake as she urged him to be seated.

“You have seen His Majesty?”

“I come from him, madame.  It is to Madame Trebassof that I have the honor of speaking?”

“Yes.  And you are Monsieur — ?”

“Joseph Rouletabille, madame.  I do not add, ’At your service - because I do not know about that yet.  That is what I said just now to His Majesty.”

“Then?” asked Madame Matrena, rather amused by the tone the conversation had taken and the slightly flurried air of Rouletabille.

“Why, then, I am a reporter, you see.  That is what I said at once to my editor in Paris, ’I am not going to take part in revolutionary affairs that do not concern my country,’ to which my editor replied, ’You do not have to take part.  You must go to Russia to make an inquiry into the present status of the different parties.  You will commence by interviewing the Emperor.’  I said, ’Well, then, here goes,’ and took the train.”

“And you have interviewed the Emperor?”

“Oh, yes, that has not been difficult.  I expected to arrive direct at St. Petersburg, but at Krasnoie-Coelo the train stopped and the grand-marshal of the court came to me and asked me to follow him.  It was very flattering.  Twenty minutes later I was before His Majesty.  He awaited me!  I understood at once that this was obviously for something out of the ordinary.”

“And what did he say to you?”

“He is a man of genuine majesty.  He reassured me at once when I explained my scruples to him.  He said there was no occasion for me to take part in the politics of the matter, but to save his most faithful servant, who was on the point of becoming the victim of the strangest family drama ever conceived.”

Madame Matrena, white as a sheet, rose to her feet.

“Ah,” she said simply.

But Rouletabille, whom nothing escaped, saw her hand tremble on the back of the chair.

He went on, not appearing to have noticed her emotion: 

“His Majesty added these exact words:  ’It is I who ask it of you; I and Madame Trebassof.  Go, monsieur, she awaits you’”

He ceased and waited for Madame Trebassof to speak.