Ten weeks ago General Alexander Paul Koutiepoff, head of all Russian royalist military organizations in Europe, kissed his wife perfunctorily goodbye, put his bowler hat on his head and strolled off down the Rue Rousselet in Paris to attend a staff meeting at the Russian Officers' Club. As instantly and completely as a conjuror's rabbit, he disappeared. An hour later Mme Koutiepoff was in hysterics.
"Boche moi!" she sobbed. "It is the Bolsheviks! I know it ! I know those people! They will pull out his finger nails, they will put out his...
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