On the afternoon I now speak of we had just left the jail, when I proposed to Hoch that we walk through the streets in order that I might buy a few cigars. Hoch willingly acceded to my request and we entered Koenig street. We bought some cigars, and from this street we crossed to Unter-den-Linden avenue, which leads directly to Brandenburg Gate which opens on the Tiergarten. I mention these details to show that we took the shortest route from the jail to the garden. On Unter-den-Linden avenue we suddenly found ourselves face to face with Captain Wolff, of the Kommandantur. The officer knew me well, having met me four or five times at the jail, where he came every week to take the statements of prisoners who, through petitions or otherwise, had complained of the treatment inflicted upon them. He advanced towards me and spoke thus: “You are going for a walk in the garden?” “Yes,” I answered. I carried a small parcel in my hand. “And,” said he, “you make some little purchases when you go out of jail?” I thought it well to answer affirmatively. “Au revoir!” said he sharply, and went his way. I noticed that my Alsatian escort was very much annoyed by this accidental meeting. He remained taciturn all the way back to the jail. Two days elapsed and Officer Block then came to my cell, anxiety being written all over his face. “You went out this week?” he inquired. “Yes, on Tuesday.” “Where did you go?” “To the park.” “Did you go to any other place?” “No.” “This is strange,” he said. “I have just received from the Ober-Kommando a document which contains a single phrase to the following effect: ‘Why have instructions been transgressed in the case of Dr. Beland?’” I feigned bewilderment. I could not understand how we could have transgressed the orders, for, I remarked, we went direct from the jail to the Tiergarten. “Did you meet anyone?” asked the officer. “Yes.” “Who was it?” “Captain Wolff, of the Kommandantur.” “Ah!” said he, “there is the whole story. Where did you meet him?” “On Unter-den-Linden avenue.” “On Unter-den-Linden avenue!” the officer cried; “on Unter-den-Linden avenue?” “Yes, and what harm was done?” I demanded. “Am I not allowed to promenade within the limits of the park? How can I get there more direct than by following Unter-den-Linden avenue?” “Ah!” said he, “that is true, but it is not according to the orders we have received.” And he thereupon explained how, under these instructions, I was to go to the park, accompanied by a non-commissioned officer, by urban train without however passing through the streets. He added that while I was not supposed to know these instructions, the non-commissioned officer would be punished if he “ignored them.” I expressed regret to see a fine fellow like Non-Commissioned Officer Hoch implicated in the matter. He agreed that Hoch was a dutiful man as a rule.