"I am going to him," said Anna.
"Oh, my dear young lady!" cried Manske; and two big tears rolled down his face.
"Don't cry," she said, "it does not help him."
"How can I not do so after seeing what I have this day seen?"
She hurried on. "Come," she said, "we must not waste time. He needs help. I am going to his house to see what I can do. Where did they take him?"
"They took him to prison."
"Where?"
"Stralsund."
"Will he be there long?"
"Till after the trial."