of above it had been blown out. Several bodies lay stretched on the
floor. The room was still full of smoke, but by the light of two or
three lanterns he perceived that the young baron, bleeding freely from a
sabre wound across the forehead, was standing bound between two
policemen with drawn swords. Policemen were examining the bodies on the
floor, while others were searching the closets, cutting open the beds
and turning out their contents. Akim lay on his back dead, and across
him lay the young advocate. Of Petroff he could see nothing; the other
bodies were those of policemen. Three of these near the door appeared to
have been shot; the others were lying in contorted positions against the
walls, as if they had been flung there by the force of the explosion.
All this he saw in a state of vague wonderment, while the two policemen
kneeling at his side were passing cords tightly round him.

"This one still lives," one of the policemen said, stooping over the
young advocate, "but I think he is nearly done for."

"Never mind, bring him along with the others," a man in plain clothes
said in tones of authority. "Get them away at once, we shall have half
St. Petersburg here in a few minutes."

Godfrey was lifted by the policemen, one at his head, and one at his
feet, carried down-stairs, and flung into a vehicle at the door. Dully
he heard a roar of excited shouts and questions, and the sharp orders
of the police ranged round the vehicle. Three policemen took their
places inside with him, and the vehicle drove off, slowly at first until
it was free of the crowd, and then at a sharp gallop. Godfrey was
conscious of but little as he went along; he had a vague idea of a warm
moist feeling down the back, and wondered whether it was his own blood.
Gradually his impressions became more and more indistinct, and he knew
nothing more until he was conscious of a sensation of cold at the back
of the head, and of a murmur of voices round him. Soon he was lifted up
into a sitting position, and he felt that bandages were being wrapped
round his head. Then he was laid down again, he heard a door slam and a
key turn, and then he knew nothing more. When he awoke daylight was
streaming in through a loophole high up in the wall. He tried to sit up,
but could not, and looked round trying to recall where he was and what
had happened. He was in a dark cell with no furniture save the straw on
which he was lying.

"It is a prison certainly," he