The hackneyed simile of the cat and the mouse seemed to me to be especially applicable in the present instance. In one breath I was told that there would be many interviews of the kind I was then enjoying (?), and in the next that my destination was Siberia. It was certainly paradoxical and somewhat threatening, but I still refrained from asking questions. Presently, as I made no further comment, the emperor resumed the conversation. 

 "What brought you to Russia?" he demanded, but in a tone that was not unkind. 

 "The desire to obtain an interview with you," I replied, remembering his caution for me to ignore his rank. 

 "For what purpose?" 

 "To enter your service." 

 "In what capacity?" 

 "In any capacity for which I seem most fitted." 

 His majesty smiled broadly as if my replies suited the humor he was in. I knew that I had made an impression that was not detrimental to me in his eyes, and thought that I began to see through the puzzle. The succeeding few moments convinced me that I was not mistaken. 

 "Whose was the suggestion that determined your visit to Russia?" he continued. 

 "The suggestion came to me a long time ago—more than a year," I responded. "Since then it has been constantly in my mind, and at last I decided to act upon it." 

 "That does not answer my question, Mr. Derrington." 

 "The idea first came to me through an old friend; one whom I used to know here, in this country; one who afforded me very great assistance when I was here three years ago on a secret mission for my government." 

 "What is his name?" 

 "I have forgotten it." 

 "You are troubled with a poor memory, sir." 

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