"Now let us have breakfast," and promptly began to eat with his fingers, as he always did, in order to show his contempt for the more refined manners of those about him. A few weeks after this incident there occurred the Ganskau affair, which was a most disgraceful transaction, and which was very carefully hushed up. Though there were many rumours in Petrograd concerning it, I am able to place the whole of the astounding facts on record here for the first time. Rasputin, tiring of his lascivious pleasures, also became bored by those who called in order to enlist his influence in their cause for monetary consideration. Hence he surrounded himself with a trio of expert swindlers. They consisted of a certain adventurous prince named Gorianoff, a man named Striaptchef--who had been his companion in his early horse-stealing days in his native Pokrovsky--and a notorious woman named Sabler. These precious persons constituted a sort of bodyguard, and they first interviewed any petitioner, fixed the amount of the gift proposed to the "holy man" for the exercise of his influence, and carried out the "deal." If a wealthy man desired a Government appointment; if an under-secretary desired a portfolio; if a wife desired her husband's advancement or his appointment to an office at Court; if a father desired a lucrative job for his profligate son; or if a rich man, who was being watched by the police because of some crime he had committed, wished to escape scot-free, then they interviewed the elegant Prince Gorianoff at his house in the Zacharievskaya. This individual, whom the police of Europe know as a Continental swindler, would quickly gauge the petitioner's means, and screw from him every rouble possible before putting the matter before the caster out of devils. One day, as I sat alone at lunch with Rasputin, the prince called, and sitting down at the table unceremoniously declared: "I have done a very good stroke of business this morning, my dear Gregory. You have probably heard of Ganskau of Tver." "The great banker, eh?" "The same. He is one of the wealthiest men in Russia. He wants something, and he can afford to pay, though he seems very close-fisted at present." "What does he want?" growled the monk. The scoundrel who bore the title of prince made a grimace, and said: "He wants to put a suggestion before you. He refuses to tell me what it is--except that it is very urgent and brooks no delay. I told him that he would have to pay five thousand roubles if he desired to have an interview--and he has paid it. Here is the money!" And he drew from his pocket a bundle of banknotes. "But, my dear Peter," exclaimed the pious fraud, "I have no time to barter with these people. I cannot see him."