3. One of us (namely, myself) had a small pointed beard and “looked like a Jew.” 4. This man (namely, myself) had false hair. 5. This same man smoked a gold pipe. The first two clauses were understandable. We had photographed the priest--asked his permission and then given him a ruble. And we had paid seventy-five cents for our meals and were willing to admit that we might properly have paid less, but the woman who had prepared these meals was very old and her abject poverty aroused our pity. The other “charges” were less clear. I have been mistaken for French, German, Swedish, and Russian at one time or another, but never before has any one suggested I might be Jewish. As for my hair being false--I have worn it since birth. I never saw a gold pipe, that I can recall. I certainly never owned one. “There must be something back of all this,” said my companion when we had read the paper to the end. The conclusion drawn from these charges, as penned at the bottom of the page, was that all these strange and unusual things about us made us suspicious persons, and “probably we were propagandists.” The fact that there was no reference to Pesky only added to our fears, and forced us to the conclusion that this preliminary, and seemingly slight, report against us was merely as a blind, and an excuse for taking us into custody. The more serious charges would be forthcoming at the proper moment, we were convinced. However, we agreed to assume nothing, and to shake free of the threatening entanglement as speedily as possible. It soon developed that we were anticipating, without reckoning with our captors. Any little man of brief authority may order an arrest, but, as we were destined to learn, only a governor or governor-general may order a release. And the way from a remote village _starshina_ to the governor is long and tedious. “Since we must appear before a magistrate, or whatever corresponds to a magistrate, let us go and have it over with him,” I said, when the last egg was eaten and our samovar exhausted. “We can leave the luggage here.” “But it is eighteen versts,” answered the police-master. “Eighteen versts!” I had supposed we were to be taken across the road, or around the corner. “You may as well pay your driver,” the police-master went on. We reluctantly dismissed our man and sadly watched the fresh horses which had been made ready for us unharnessed and returned to their stable.