"Why did you not communicate with your nearest Consul or with the American Minister in Brussels?" "They refused me the use of telephone and telegraph. They said that I am Belgian and properly liable to be taken as hostage for the good behaviour of Yslemont." General von Reiter's hand was lifted meditatively to his mustache. He said: "What happened after you were refused permission to communicate with the American representatives?" "We were all in the dining-room of the Hotel Poste under guard. At the Burgomaster's dictation I was writing out a proclamation warning the inhabitants of Yslemont not to commit any act of violence against the German soldiery and explaining that we were held as hostages for their good behaviour and that a shot fired at a German meant a dead wall and a squad of execution for us and the destruction of Yslemont for them--" He flushed, hesitated. "Continue," said the general. "While I was still writing the shots were fired. We all went to the window and we saw Uhlans galloping across the fields after some peasants who were running into the woods. Afterward two stretchers came by with Germans lying in them. After that an officer came and cursed us and the soldiers tied our hands behind our backs. We sat there in the dining-room until the Uhlans came riding into the street with their prisoners tied by ropes to their saddles. Then a major of infantry came into the dining-room and read our sentence to us. Then they marched us out into the fog." The general crossed his spurred boots under the desk and lay back in his chair, looking at Guild all the while. "So you are American, Mr. Guild?" "Yes, General." "In business in New York?" "Yes." "What business?" "Real estate." "Where?" "Union Square, West." "What is the name of the firm in which you are associated?" "Guild and Darrel." "Is that your partner's name?" "Yes. Henry Darrel." "Why are you here in Belgium?" "I was making a foot tour in the Ardennes." "Your business vacation?" "Yes. I was to meet my partner in Luxembourg and return to New York with him." "You and your partner are both absent from New York at the same time?" "Yes." "How is that?" "Real estate in New York is quiet. There is practically no business now." The general nodded. "Yes," he said, "much of what you tell me has been corroborated. In the Seegard Regiment of Infantry Number 569 you were recognized by several non-commissioned officers and men while you stood with the hostages awaiting--ah--justice," he added drily. "Recognized?" repeated Guild. "The soldiers who recognized you had served in New York hotels as clerks or waiters, I believe. The captain of that company, in consequence, very properly reported the matter to Colonel von Eschbach, who telephoned to me. And I am here to consider the matter." Then, folding his arms and looking hard at Guild out of narrowing eyes that began to slant again: