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Chapter 25 A Change of IdentityI now approach the crucial portion of my narrative. The incidents already dealt with, though not without a certain interest, perhaps, for those who value exact information about political events, are comparatively unimportant, and have been given here chiefly in order to inspire confidence in what follows. At all events, their truth is not likely to be disputed, and I have not thought it necessary, therefore, to insist on every corroborative detail. But I am now about to enter on what must be considered debatable ground. I had taken the little house on the Alexander Quay, as the reader will have guessed, as a post of observation from which to watch the proceedings of the Russian Ministry of Marine, more particularly with regard to the fleet u