“I conducted them through the dining room and told them to help themselves....  Then we roamed through the living rooms, the boudoirs, straight through to the washing room and bath; then back through the oblong archway into the little square room beyond the study, where I halted them and said:  ’Men, these women will die before they’ll tell us where the treasure is at present.  The OLD MAN and WOMAN seem utterly indifferent to their fate; we can get nothing out of them.  Now, what do you say to giving them a night to think the matter over before we line them up?  We may get more by waiting than by closing their mouths FOREVER....’

“‘Not another day!’ said one of the men whom I had all along suspected of being suspicious of MY conduct....  ’What say the rest of you?’ I asked....  ‘Well,’ droned the most courageous of them, with a hangdog expression, ’we might give them until midnight.’...  ‘Very well,’ I snapped viciously, I’LL PUT OFF THE EXECUTION till that hour; then if they don’t disgorge I’ll kill every one of them myself!’...  ‘Not so fast, comrade!’ returned the rebellious one; as a member of the guard I believe I’ll keep you company.’

“...  I knew better than to object....  That man is a cutthroat beyond redemption and will hesitate at nothing to satisfy his lust....  That’ll be fine,’ I rejoined; ’YOU STAY WITH ME; the rest of the men are dismissed!’... when the men disappeared I made a run and jump at my diabolical ‘comrade’ and struck him squarely on the nose.  Then I smashed him on the mouth, and, with a down drive of my left, I bored into the pit of his stomach and sent him sprawling on the carpet, where he BLED as profusely as a corn-fed bull....  This blood was exactly what I wanted, and in my anxiety to make a good job of it I kicked him several times in the face until he lay there, motionless and senseless, bleeding from every gash....  In the joy of giving this remorseless bully what he needed to overcome his pride I OVERLOOKED ENTIRELY THE PROPRIETY OF MAKING HIM BLEED IN ALL THE OTHER ROOMS....  This little oversight may cost me a well-earned reputation for efficient management I have hitherto enjoyed among many great men of our times, if the omission be detected by some enterprising commission, some journalist or SERVICE man who will certainly check up my report if I leave this place alive....”

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“It was a long wait till midnight when the mob outside expected to be invited to a division of the spoils.... but my plans were taking shape gradually as the moments slipped away....  In this isolated, though nicely furnished and elegant two-story dwelling, I got closer to the heart of my celebrated prisoner and his family than any other man alive....  In the few hours left to us before the time set for their ’execution’—­in these evening shadows of July, 1918,—­we have been discussing the effect of THEIR SACRIFICE upon the history of the world....  I put this down from memory: