He placed his hand upon the back of a chair wherein was concealed an electric button, and next instant a little stout man in shabby black appeared as though by magic through a secret door hidden in the dark paneling of the audience chamber--the man who was his personal guard against the plots for his assassination.
His Excellency spoke, and the words he uttered staggered me.

I stood aghast.
"Seize that man!" he cried, pointing to me.

"He is armed! He has just threatened to kill me! He is the man against whom we were recently warned--the Englishman!" "Ah!" I cried, standing before the thin-faced official of the Czar, the unscrupulous man who had crushed Finland beneath the iron heel of Russia, and who, by his lying allegation, now held me in his power.

"I see your object, Baron Oberg! You intend to arrest me as a conspirator!" "Search the fellow.

He has a revolver there in his hip-pocket," declared the Governor-General, and in an instant the short, ferret-eyed little man had run his hands down me and felt my weapon.
I drew it forth and handed it to him, saying: "You are quite welcome to it if you fear that I am here with any sinister motive." "He obtained admission by a clever ruse," the Baron explained to the police agent.