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Chapter 3 The Head of the Manchurian SyndicateNo reader can have failed to notice one remarkable point in the interview between the Princess Y—— and myself. I refer of course to her invitation to me to dine with her in the course of a day or two. Unless the etiquette of the Russian Court differed greatly from that of most others in Europe, it would be most indecorous for a lady-in-waiting, during her turn of service, to give entertainments at her private house. I felt certain that this invitation concealed some trap, but I puzzled myself uselessly in trying to guess what it could be. In the meantime I did not neglect certain other friends of mine in the city on the Neva, from whom I had some hope of receiving assistance. Although I have never gone so far as to enroll myself a