The dead emperor had been borne tenderly to the palace, and all Russia was in tears, either of joy or sorrow.
The officers read an inscription on the plate they had found.
It was graven deep and clear in pure Russian. It read:
"The spirit of Peter Batavsky, raging for revenge, calls for the Czar, the son of his murderer! Long live the Russian people!"
That was all, but it amazed those who read it, for it bore the same name that had so terrified the Czar on another occasion.
Never before had such a shock been given to the world, not even the assassination of Julius Caesar was a comparison to it.
But while the excitement was at its burning height, William Barnwell and his affianced left Berlin for London.
"Batavsky, you are terribly avenged!" said he, as they sped from German soil.
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This story naturally ends here.