“Make no belief in the evidence that was manufactured to satisfy some bloodthirsty men in Russia.  What I have seen with my own eyes I know is true.  For the sake of Russia I stoled these papers from the man come from the West who was with them all the way from ’Yekaterinburg to Chunking.  What he write is true.

    “DONETSKY”

“That’s his name,” the Captain said, “and if you don’t find that he was as crazy as a bedbug I’ll say I’m General Graves.”

“This diary seems to be written in very good English.”

“Yes,” said the Captain, “all those fellows keep one.  They’re like the Germans—­give ’em a pencil and a piece of paper and they’ll scribble all day.”

“Did he say who wrote this?”

“No; he cashed in, as I told you; but you’ll see the name of Fox here and there through the diary that’s written in the small hand.”

“Fox—­who was ’Fox’?”

“Search me!  Some Johnny, I suppose.”

“May I take these with me?”

“Sure thing!  I’ll make you a present of ’em.  All I ask is, if you find out whether that fellow ‘Fox’ grabs the peacherino from the Metropole or the one called ‘Maria’ you’ll send me an invitation.”

The bargain was struck.  Then the question was asked:  “Any idea who wrote this diary—­the one written in a quick running hand?’

“Sounds like some fellow with a grouch against Kerensky and Lvov.  I know enough Russian to make out that much—­”

“Evidently one of the Revolutionary officials?”

“Seems so,” the Captain said.  “You’ll notice what he has to say about the mixup with the Russian Royal family at Tobolsk and Tumen.  There’s a lot of our fellows who don’t take any stock in that assassination business at ’Katerinburg.”

“I began to read:  ’I had walked from Euston Station to Madame Tussaud’s, when the messenger jumped from his motorcycle and rushed up to me—­’ Your diarist starts out in London, I see.”

“Yes, he is some globe trotter—­”

“’"Go to Birdcage and walk slowly back to Queen Victoria Memorial.  As you pass Buckingham, observe the heavily veiled lady wearing white lace wristlets who will follow on behind.  Let her overtake you.  If she utters the correct phrase, go with her at once to Admiralty Arch and follow the Life Guard to the War Office.  Meet number ... there; receive a small orange-colored packet, wear the shirt he gives you, and cross the Channel at once"’—­I see!  From Buckingham Palace to the War Office; sounds interesting.”

“It is; that fellow is all there!” complimented the Captain.

“’The meeting at the Huis ten-Bosch points to Wilhelmstrasse.  Nothing can be done here.  They suspect Downing Street.’—­Ah, at The Hague, and at the ten-Bosch too, where the Czar and Andrew Carnegie held their first Peace Conference in 1899; this looks significant!”

“Keep going,” said the Captain; “that fellow’s got ’The Man in the Iron Mask’ brushed off the map.”