The acme magazine . ching glance. tQ be allowed tQ communicate with per. They, one and all, fitted me to a dot; sons of knQwn respectability, the warders but hitherto I had experienced no whit turned lmresponsive ear> Bribery was of uneasiness. When, however, he can- out of the question. T soon lapsed into inue a state bordering on insanitv, and made A jagged scar on the left side of no effort whatever to keep track of the the head! I felt a cold shiver of appre- ghastly hours. hension passing over me. Such a scar s Towards davbreak, perhaps, there was; the result of a boyish stone
The acme magazine . ching glance. tQ be allowed tQ communicate with per. They, one and all, fitted me to a dot; sons of knQwn respectability, the warders but hitherto I had experienced no whit turned lmresponsive ear> Bribery was of uneasiness. When, however, he can- out of the question. T soon lapsed into inue a state bordering on insanitv, and made A jagged scar on the left side of no effort whatever to keep track of the the head! I felt a cold shiver of appre- ghastly hours. hension passing over me. Such a scar s Towards davbreak, perhaps, there was; the result of a boyish stone- eight. .nine. .ten days after my incar- throwing episode. ceration, the turnkey entered the cell. He motioned to the officer, who, lift- With him was one of the foreign police ing my hair, revealed the damning evi- officers whom I have had occasion to dcnce. mention. I was speechless. Even the foreign- Get up! commanded the former, as ers irritant smile failed to rouse me I lay blinking on my bunk, Perforce, I. The Prince Greeted Me With Unruffled Ease And Charming Courtesy. 22 AN ENEMY TO THE CZAR. obeyed, and, before I realized what wasbeing done, found myself handcuffed tothe representative of the law from overthe seas. So, I was, as I had begun to suspect,a desperate criminal! The muzzle of ahuge revolver, which my companion keptin hand and fully exposed to view dur-ing the ensuing drive emphasized thefact. The drive terminated at the wharf ofthe Compagnie General Transatlantique,where against the gray of approachingdawn, loomed darkly mysterious the im-mense bulk of an ocean liner. We were evidently not soon as the hack came to a stand-still, two men walked rapidly down thevessels gangway and approached itswindow. A curt question, as curt a re-sponse, the transference of a paper frommy guard to one of his questioners,served to convert me into a passengeraboard the steamship, La Touraine, enroute to St. Petersburgh. This, at that time, of course, I merelysur
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