Instead of replying he drew his revolver.
The knock was repeated, and a voice called: “Burski, Stragoff, either of you. Quick, man, quick, if you’re coming.”
The noise of the crowd was growing every moment, and my guard’s perplexity grew with it.
The door of the room above us was opened, and Bremenhof called, “Burski, Burski. Are you there?”
Attracted by the call his eyes left me a moment. The next I had his revolver hand in mine, and, having the advantage of the surprise, wrenched it away from him.
He called out, and Bremenhof and the second man came running down.
The noise without shewed that the crowd were close to the house. I threw the door wide open.
Two men were on the doorstep and fell back at the sight of the weapon in my hand.
The crowd were close at hand, streaming past the corner of the Place of St. John.
I fired two shots in the air. At the sound the crowd turned and faced towards me.