a.

"Thanks, madame, you are kind. And now, messieurs, that is all I ask of
you. I know I am here to reply to very grave accusations. Permit me
to say to you at once that I admit them all to be well founded.
Consequently, there need be no discussion between us. I have deserved
death and I accept it. So permit me not to concern myself with what will
be going on here. I ask of you simply, as a last favor, not to hasten
your preparations too much, so that I may be able to finish my letters."

Upon which, satisfied with himself this time, he sat down again and
commenced to write rapidly. They left him in peace, as he desired. He
did not raise his head once, even at the moment when a murmur louder
than usual showed that the hearers regarded Rouletabille's crimes with
especial detestation. He had the happiness of having entirely completed
his correspond once when they asked him to rise to hear judgment
pronounced upon him. The supreme communion that he had just had with his
friend Sainclair and with the dear Lady in Black restored all his spirit
to him. He listened respectfully to the sentence which condemned him to
death, though he was busy sliding his tongue along the gummed edge of
his envelope.

These were the counts on which he was to be hanged:

1. Because he had come to Russia and mixed in affairs that did not
concern his nationality, and had done this in spite of warning
to remain in France.

2. Because he had not kept the promises of neutrality he freely
made to a representative of the Central Revolutionary Committee.

3. For trying to penetrate the mystery of the Trebassof datcha.

4. For having Comrade Matiew whipped and imprisoned by Koupriane.

5. For having denounced to Koupriane the identity of the two
"doctors" who had been assigned to kill General Trebassof.

6. For having caused the arrest of Natacha Feodorovna.

It was a list longer than was needed for his doom. Rouletabille kissed
his ikons and handed them to Annouchka along with the letters. Then
he declared, with his lips trembling slightly, and a cold sweat on his
forehead, that he was ready to submit to his fate.

XVII. THE LAST CRAVAT

The gentleman of the Neva said to him: "If you have nothing further to
say, we will go into the courtyard."

Rouletabille understood at last that hanging him in the room where
judgment had been pronounced was rendered impossible by the violence of
the