The Red Chest
An Experience in the Life of a Russian Detective
In 188- I was briefly in the service of the Imperial Criminal Detective Police Bureau, in St. Petersburg, which is distinctly different from the civil secret service, dealing almost wholly with political offenders, with whose infamously barbarous employment I would have nothing to do.
A series of extraordinary robberies had been effected from the luggage van of a number of trains on the St. Petersburg & Odessa railway.
I was, therefore, not surprised at being one day summoned by General Triposki, the chief of the department, who said to me, after some preliminary words:
“Go to see Herr Moyenstein, the luggage superintendent, and see what you can make of these robberies. You can even conceal yourself in the van of the next through train if you see fit.[”]
“If you succeed in solving the mystery and bringing the perpetrator or perpetrators to justice, I guarantee you speedy promotion, and the company will doubtless fill your pouch with rubles.[”]
“If not, ahem!”—General Triposki stroked his huge moustache, and glanced down complacently over the perfect polish of his military top boots, with a peculiar glint in his hard, gray eyes—“well, that will be… Read More