The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-10-17
Real Story of the Romanofs' Murder Comes to Ligh

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they avoid him and do not like even 10
speak about him. The Government post
they have given him is the Inspectorship
of Life Insurance for all Ekaterinburg Prov
ince. The house they have given him, one
of the best houses in Ekaterinburg is stu
ated in Karl Liebknecht street, opposite the
former British Consulate, and only 800 PAGES
from the house in which the Car was
butchered. Yurovsky see that ghastly
mansion every time he looks out of his
drawing room window.
What superstitious supernatural force
is 1t that so often drags murderers back TO
the scene of their crime though L.
Yurovsky. they loathe the sight of it? He
could have had a post anywhere in Russia
that he wanted. but unseen hands brought
him back to Ekaterinburg and placed him
in house nearly opposite Ippatievsky He
told me that after leaving Ekaterinburg he
fled at once to Moscow. He stopped for a
time In Perm but, afraid that the Czechs
would follow him thither, he continued his
journey.
He Reports to Lenine
Not quite sure of how he would be re-
ceived In Moscow. he FASTENED to see Lenine
In order to render him an account of his
stewardship What dreadful picture for an
historical painter would be the meeting of
these two men! Russian artists need no
longer go back to the reign of Ivan the
Terrible for scenes Of unima ENABLE horror
nor need they leave the sinister precincts
Of the Kremin. The gorgeous barbaric OBS
tunes of the Cars and the boyars are lot
there now, but the well worn tweed ccats of
the Red leaders cover hearts as inhumap as
any that ever beat beneath the embroide. ed
kaftans of savage Muscovite princes
"One can imagine Comrade Leninea bSre
room In the Kremlin and the Red ccts.op
seated on his stiff wooden chair beSora a
desk piled with papers while he Listers M
emotionless unconcern and an oco ksoI-
hard laugh to the tale, poured FORTH IN a
husky whisper by the travel stainef and
hysterical Czaricide The Red leader L little
interested, as he has already got tho maiij
facts from Trotzky. He is thinking most
of the time Of more pressing NATTER and
Is twice interrupted by the tinkle of the
telephone on his desk But he does notice
with rather contemptuous amusement that
his visitor seems to have lost his nerve and
is making excuses where none are neces-
sary.
"He treasures Comrade Yurovsky as a
benignant father confessor might reassure
a scrupulous but unblemished penitent; and
as he Is rather bored. by the interview gets
up at last. shakes the hand of the murderer
warmly and shows him out at the door
Then, when the door closes, Lenine stands
close to it for fraction of second and
chuckles
'"Yurovsky afterwards fled to Petrograd
he told me- but he seems to have thought
that Petrograd was hardly safe enough for
him, he again returned to Moscow
Haunted with the curse Of murder, he has
been almost constantly in motion since the
night Of the butchery. Does he hear voices?'
I seriously asked myself after having seen
him. rs he driven from place to place by
the ghosts of his victims and is II they who
have dragged him hither?'
HE could. If he had liked, have lived in
Moscow unknown and under another name
but he must needs come back to a little
provincial town where everybody knows him
And yet he hates to be pointed out and has
tried to change his appearance by shaving
off his beard
MacCuIlagh Sees Yurovsky.
One day last March while MacCullagh was
In Ekaterinburg he summoned UP courage
enough to call on Yurovsky. He was led
into a we'll lighted room and In that room
at the end of the passage a man stood
slightly bent and In suspicious, expectant
attitude.
1t Yurovsky, the Czaricide a man of
about 40 years of age, grayish wrinkled and
looking much older. He wore an unkempt
grayish mustache and uncombed brown
hair and the stubble on his cheeks and chin
showed he had not shaved for days. His
face was sallow, square and not distinctivey
Jewish: his eyes were greenish In hue and
filled with hard look of distrust.
MacCullagh reached out his hand and
clasped the limp, clammy. rather unwilling
hand which had murdered the Car. Yurov-
sky remained standing for a minute, then
collapsed heavily into an armchair from
which he had risen, apologized for his cos
tune. and said he was i'll, suffering from
heart disease. He told his visitor that his
former colleague the Jew Goloschekin, who
had signed the Cars death warrant, had
died OF typhus in Samara, and that only
a week ago his own mother had died in the
house where they were talking.
"Sergeiev, the war correspondent Of the
Prdrdd." adds MacCullagh, had shown me
a photograph Of this old lady, whose face
looked like that of prematurely aged young
man, and had made my blood curdle by tell
ing me how savagely proud this. old Jewess
had been of the fact that her son had now
a secure place in the history of the world
and that the humble name Yurovsky will be
till the end Of time linked with the mighty
name of Romanoff."
Yurovsky told MacCulagh that he was a
Siberian. born in Tomsk and that ne had
served his apprenticeship as a matchmaker.
He is an intelligent man. has studied Boil
shevik literature a good deal, and reads the
Bolshevik newspapers carefully He looks
at foreign politics from the extreme Boil
shevfk point OF view and cannot understand
how the workmen Of England allow them
selves TO be duped by the bourgeoisie. To