In a few minutes he was garotted and forced into a seat near us.
“Separate the prisoners one from another!” cried Colonel Novitzki.
On this each of us was immediately surrounded by four soldiers.
“If they resist, use your bayonets!” said the colonel.
After a short interval we were called one after another into the next room. I was called the last. On responding to the summons I found myself in the presence of several gendarmes and officers of police, by whom I was searched a second time.
“Have the goodness to state your name,” said Colonel Novitzki, after the operation was completed.
“I would rather not,” I answered.
“In that case I shall tell you who you are.”
“You will do me a great pleasure,” I replied.
“You are called Debagorio Mokrievitch,” said the colonel.