looking over my shoulder, escaped a fierce and forcible vow of vengeance.
"The Baron took me with him to Petersburg when he went on official business, and we remained there nearly a month." the narrative went on. "While there I received a secret message from 'The Red Priest,' the unseen and unknown power of Nihilism, who has for so many years baffled the police. I went to see him, and he revealed to me how Oberg had contrived to have my mother banished upon a false charge. He warned me against the man who had pretended to be my father's friend, and also told me that he had known my father intimately, and that if I got into any further difficulty I was to communicate with him and he would assist me. Oberg took me back to Helsingfors a few months later, and in summer we went to England. He was a marvellously clever diplomatist. His tactics he could change at will. When I was at school he was rough and brutal in his manner towards me, as he was to all; but now he seemed to be endeavouring to inspire my confidence by treating me with kindly regard and pleasant affability.
"In London, at Claridge's, we met my old school-fellow Muriel and her father — a friend of Oberg's — and in response to their invitation went for a cruise on their yacht, the Iris, from Southampton. Our party was a very pleasant one, and included Woodroffe and Chater, while our cruise across the Bay of Biscay and along the Portuguese Coast proved most delightful. One night, while we were lying outside
