attendants who removed him I recognized no less a person
than the famous Russian Spy, Poulispantzoff. What he was
doing there I could not tell. No doubt his orders came
from so high up that he himself did not know. I had seen
him only twice before--once when we were both disguised
as Zulus at Buluwayo, and once in the interior of China,
at the time when Poulispantzoff made his secret entry
into Thibet concealed in a tea-case. He was inside the
tea-case when I saw him; so at least I was informed by
the coolies who carried it. Yet I recognized him instantly.
Neither he nor I, however, gave any sign of recognition
other than an imperceptible movement of the outer eyelid.
(We Spies learn to move the outer lid of the eye so
imperceptibly that it cannot be seen.) Yet after meeting
Poulispantzoff in this way I was not surprised to read
in the evening papers a few hours afterward that the uncle
of the young King of Siam had been assassinated. The
connection between these two events I am unfortunately
not at liberty to explain; the consequences to the Vatican
would be too serious. I doubt if it could remain top-side up.

These, however, are but passing incidents in a life filled
with danger and excitement. They would have remained
unrecorded and unrevealed, like the rest of my revelations,
were it not that certain recent events have to some extent
removed the seal of secrecy from my lips. The death of
a certain royal sovereign makes it possible for me to
divulge things hitherto undivulgeable. Even now I can
only tell a part, a small part, of the terrific things
that I know. When more sovereigns die I can divulge more.