about noon
The scoundrels whom I had served had forsaken me now that I had served their purpose . Rasputin had fascinated the Empress by that mesmeric glance of his , and it had probably been deemed wiser that my mouth should be at once closed . At any moment I might discover the water oozing up between those green slime-covered stones . One day , however , at about noon the gruff uncommunicative peasant who was my gaoler -- a man incarcerated for murder in Moscow -- unlocked the door and bade me come out . In surprise I was taken along the corridors to that same small room in which I had put down my name in that Book of Fate they called the Prison Register , and there the same official informed me that it was desired to interrogate me at the Ministry of the Interior in Petrograd . Another interrogation ! My spirits rose .