uggested, suddenly turning to me.

"I? To London!" I exclaimed, in no way averse to the journey, for I had
been in England on three occasions previously.

"Yes," said Rasputin. "You shall go. Start to-morrow. Telegraph to Madame
Huguet. She will help you, for she is not suspected, and all believe her
to be French. Besides, she is pretty, and therefore useful."

"As a decoy, you mean?" I exclaimed.

"Of what other use is a woman?" laughed the scoundrel, whose
unscrupulousness where the fair sex were concerned was notorious. He
rose, and, unlocking a drawer, took out a book in which were registered
many addresses of those who were in his pay, and hence under his
thraldom.

I searched the pages eagerly and found the address, together with notes
of certain payments. Madame, I saw, lived in a flat in Harrington
Gardens, South Kensington.

There and then I received instructions to leave next day by the through
express to Ostend, seek the lady, and then watch the movements of the
Russian, who was busily forming the syndicate for the new Monte Carlo.

"If we are to strike against him we cannot know too much of his doings.
Besides, when we do strike we must not blunder--eh, General?" laughed the
monk, after which he opened a bottle of champagne, of which we all drank.

A week later I was in London, and one afternoon called upon Madame
Huguet, who was expecting me. She was a vivacious, dark-haired young
Frenchwoman, who had been one of the Father's sister-disciples in
Petrograd, and whom he had sent to London upon some secret mission, the
purpose of which was not quite clear to me. She had lived for some years
in London before, and was well known in certain go-ahead circles of
society. Seated in her cosy, well furnished drawing-room, with its silken
curtains and bright chintzes in the English style, I told her exactly
what Rasputin and Anna had instructed me to say.

"The Father wishes you to lose no time in becoming acquainted with the
financier Yakowleff," I said. "He has offices in Old Broad Street, and he
lives in Fitzjohn's Avenue, Hampstead, when in London."

"He is there now," she said. "I saw something about him in the papers
three days ago--something concerning a concession for a gaming casino."

"Oh!" I cried. "Then it is in the papers--eh?"

She obtained the copy of the newspaper, and I saw it was announced that
an "Establishment" was about to be constructed at Otchakov, which was to
be a formidable rival