Cassilis stared.
"Will you?" demanded Wildresse loudly.
Cassilis glanced at Delisle and tapped his forehead with a bored air.
"Oh!" shouted Wildresse. "So that's it, eh? I am crazy, am I?"
He passed a thick, dry tongue over his lips, made an effort; looked hard at Delisle:
"Yes, mon Général; I am Constantine Volmark, born in Tenedos. What then, if you please?"
"You are known. No court is necessary. You will be shot immediately."
"Circumstances—in extenuation——"
"None!"
"And if I confess——"