giving a receipt for it.  Ambassador McCormick secured our immediate release, and we returned to the States.  M’sieu’ has no idea of the power of these Russian officers.  The murder of my assistant was of the most brutal character.  Kozoubsky came to my office and demanded the iron, but having secured it, refused to sign the receipt which McDonald presented to him.  McDonald said:  ’You shall not remove the iron if you do not sign the receipt.’  As he spoke the words the General drew his revolver and shot him down like a dog.

“I returned to America in January, 1905, and have since then been doing work as a consulting engineer.  Last January I visited my parents in Paris at their home at 148 Champs Elysee.  You have doubtless seen the mansion with its two gates and black railing of decorative iron.  I had no sooner returned to America than I received a cable announcing the death of my father.”

De Nevers removed from his breast pocket a bundle of carefully folded papers from which he produced a sheet of heavy stationery with a deep border of mourning and a large black cross at the top, of which the following is a copy: 

MM.  Her Grace the Duchess Dowager of Nevers; his Grace the Duke Charles J. F. of Nevers and his children Oscar, Hilda and John; their Highnesses the Prince and Princess Henry of Aremberg; Captain the Count Andre of Nevers; Captain the Count Fernand of Nevers; the Earl and Countess of Kilkenny; the Marquis and Marchioness of Londonderry; the Earl and Countess of Dudley; the Countess Marie of Nevers; Lieutenant the Count Marcel of Nevers have the sorrow to announce the subite death at the family seat at Nevers (France), of His Grace Oscar Odon, Duke of Nevers, Grand Commander of the Legion of Honor, Knight of the Garter.  Their husband, father, grandfather and uncle beloved.

    Masonic burial shall take place at Nevers on Tuesday, February 21,
    1905.

    New York, February 20, 1905.

    U. S. A.

The announcement was carefully engraved and was of an expensive character, and I read it with considerable interest.

“Does M’sieu’ care to see the photographs of my family?  Here,” producing a photograph of a gentleman and lady and a group of children, “is my wife with the three children, taken in London just before she died.”

Another group, bearing the trade-mark of a Parisian photographer, exhibited a distinguished looking man surrounded by a group of many children of varying ages.

“These,” said De Nevers, “are my father and my brothers and sisters.”

Then came photographs of Lady Londonderry and the Earl and Countess of Dudley.  My interest in my visitor’s story had for the moment completely driven from my mind the real object of the interview, which, ostensibly, was to explain the reason for his incarceration.  His straightforward narrative carried absolute conviction with it; that he was the legitimate Duc de Nevers I accepted without hesitation; that he was a man of education, culture and many accomplishments, was self evident.