"From Levine," he whispered fiercely. "Now where is Levine?"
The soldiers led the way toward the interior of the Palais.
Outside, Dorn supported the drooping figure of the girl. Runners passed them crying out, "It is over! We have taken the station!"
They arrived at the hotel. The lobby was thronged with people. A chocolate salesman from Switzerland was orating: "They have erected a guillotine in Marien Platz. They are shooting down and beheading everybody who wears a white collar."
The hotel proprietor quieted the crowd.
"Nonsense!" he cried. "Ridiculous nonsense! We are safe. They are all good Bavarians and will hurt nobody."
Dorn led Mathilde to his room. She threw herself on the bed.
"But happy," he added. "Your beloved masses have triumphed."