"(3) A young dancer at the Bouffes named Nada Tsourikoff, living in the Garnovskaya, will call upon you for the tube marked No. 2. She is a close friend of General Korniloff, and is about to join him at headquarters at our orders. She has already her instructions as to the use of the tube. The two deaths will be entirely different, therefore doctors will never suspect. "At all hazards the offensive must be ended. Greetings. "S." After I had read the instructions Hardt produced a box of Swedish safety matches, which he emptied upon the table, and among them we saw two tiny tubes of glass hermetically sealed, one containing a white chalk-like powder and numbered "1," while the other was half filled with pale green powder and marked "2." These he handed to the monk, saying: "I will use your telephone, if I may? I have to ask the young woman Nada Tsourikoff to call here to see you." The monk having granted permission, Hardt, passing into the study, was soon speaking with the popular young dancer of the Bouffes. "You will call here at noon, eh?" he asked, to which she gave a response in the affirmative. Punctually at twelve I was informed that a young lady, who refused her name, desired to have an urgent interview with the Starets, and on going to the waiting-room, wherein so many of the fair sex sat daily in patience for the Father to receive them, I found a tall, willowy, dark-haired and exceedingly handsome girl, who, after inquiring if I were Feodor Rajevski, told me that her name was Tsourikoff and that she had been sent to see the Father. Without delay I introduced her to the "holy" man, who stood with his hands crossed over his breast in his most pious attitude. "My daughter, you have, I believe, been sent to me by our mutual friend," he said. "You wish for something? Here it is," and he produced a small oblong cardboard box such as jewellers use for men's scarf-pins. Opening it, he showed her the tiny tube reposing in pink cotton wool. "It is a little present for somebody, eh?" he asked with a sinister laugh. "Perhaps," replied the girl as she took it and placed it carefully in the black silk vanity-bag she was carrying. "You have already received instructions through another channel?" inquired Rasputin. "I have, O Father," was her reply. "Then be extremely careful of it. Let not a grain of it touch you," he said. "I am ordered to tell you that." She promised to exercise the greatest care. "And when you have fulfilled your mission come to me again," he said, fixing her with his sinister, hypnotic eyes, beneath the cold intense gaze of which I saw that she was trembling. "Remember that!--perform what is expected of you fearlessly, but with complete discretion, and instantly on your return to Petrograd call here and report to me." The girl promised, and then, kissing the dirty paw which the monk held out to her, she withdrew.