Now, Rasputin, wearing clothes to which he was unaccustomed, and devoid of his gold chain and jewelled cross, which he had so constantly fingered when he granted audiences to those who wished to bask in his smiles--which, of course, always meant great pecuniary advantage or official advancement--seemed at the first moment ill at ease. "I have done the bidding of my Imperial sister," was his reply. "I have for thee letters from her, also letters for thy wife," and from the pocket of his clerical coat he drew four letters, rather crumpled. The Emperor hastily scanned the two which Alexandra Feodorovna had addressed to himself, and I noticed a smile of satisfaction flit across his grey, mobile features. Then, placing them upon his littered writing-table, he gave us seats, and around the fire we sat to talk. Truly, that council of treachery was an historic one, and cost the lives of many innocent non-combatant women and children. The Kaiser began by chaffing Rasputin as to his disguise, saying with a laugh: "Really, you might pass unsuspected anywhere, Father! The baron has been telling me that you are at this moment the very reverend Pastor van Meuwen, from Utrecht. My police have no knowledge that you are Russian and an enemy. But there, you are clever, and your services to me are worthy far greater reward than you have yet received. Now tell me," he added, "how is Stuermer? I sometimes wonder whether he is acting straight or crooked. Only the other day he telegraphed to Downing Street that you Russians would never agree to a separate peace to isolate Britain. This is most annoying." "Thou art misled, as is all the world," replied the monk with a meaning smile. "That telegram was sent to London only after many conferences, in which Alexandra Feodorovna took part with Nicholas, Stuermer, Fredericks, and Protopopoff. The British Press was growing dubious as to our determination in winning the war, hence Stuermer's assurance to bamboozle the world was highly necessary." "That relieves us of much anxiety," remarked Bethmann-Hollweg, chewing the end of his cigar. "We were beginning to fear that Stuermer might be leaning towards England." Rasputin made a gesture in the negative. "Stuermer is ever a good friend of the Fatherland," was his slow reply, his eyes fixed upon the Emperor. "There must be famine in Russia," declared the Kaiser impatiently. "Your friend Protopopoff has not yet created it, as he promised when he saw me. Famine will bring Russia quickly to her knees, as it will eventually bring Britain. Our U-boats are doing marvels. Happily we warned the British, therefore we are contravening no convention."