“It’s a lie,” shouts the captain, tossing up his red face defiantly. “Is it?” cries Oskar quickly. And then throwing out his arm and pointing to the captain, he says: “Look at him. The marks of my hands are on his throat at this moment.” Instantly the captain drops his chin into his breast, but not before everybody on the bench has seen the black stamp of four fingers and a thumb on the man’s red throat. The advocate for the defence rises and asks permission (things having gone so far) to call the other prisoners. One by one the five are called and tell the same story--that when the horse-racing began the captain, who went to Belle Vue nearly every afternoon, enticed them to trust him with their stakes; but though they found out afterwards that their horses had often won, he had always lied to them and kept their money. “Heine advised us to complain to the Commandant, but we decided to strip the man and search his pockets, and having a drop to drink we went further than we intended.” “It’s a pack of lies,” roars the captain. “No, it’s not that neither,” says a voice from behind the prisoners. It is one of the guard who had brought the men to court, and stepping out of the bench at the back of the dock, he says: “Swear me next, your Worship.” “Take care what you’re saying, Radcliffe,” cries the captain in a voice that is almost unintelligible from anger. “No lies here, remember.” “No, I’ve told enough for you at the camp. I’m going to tell the truth for once, Captain.” The soldier corroborates the evidence of the prisoners, and adds that the guard themselves have been similarly cheated, blackmailed and bullied. “More than that, it’s the captain himself who has been bringing drink into the camp, especially into the millionaires’ compound. He is making a big purse out of it, too, and only two nights ago, when he was in liquor, he boasted that he had five hundred pounds in the bank already.” After that the proceedings are brought to a quick conclusion, the Governor being afraid of further disclosures. The six men are sentenced to one day’s imprisonment, but having been as long as that in custody already they are acquitted. And then the trial being over, the Commandant addresses the captain, telling him he is not to return to the camp, but to prepare to be sent over the water to-morrow morning. “It’s a few men like you who give the enemy their excuse for saying we are as bad as they are.” The court having risen, the prisoners are taken out between their guard. Oskar Heine passes close to the place where Mona is standing, but he does not raise his eyes to her.