"The hostages of Yslemont have justly forfeited their lives. Two of my officers have been murdered there in the streets. The law is plain. Is there any reason why these hostages should not pay the proper penalty?" "The Burgomaster was in the act of dictating----" "He should have dictated faster!" "These gentlemen did not fire the shots----" "But those over whom they exercised authority did!" Guild fell silent and his features paled a little. The general watched him in silence for a moment and an inquiring expression came into his narrow eyes. "Well?" he said at length. Guild lifted his eyes. "Well, sir," repeated the general. "I have said that there is no reason why the hostages taken at Yslemont should not be turned over to the squad of execution outside there in the hallway." "I heard you say it." The general looked at him curiously. "You have nothing to say?" "No." "Not for yourself?" "No." "As a matter of fact, Mr. Guild, what was your ultimate object in passing through Yslemont?" "I have already told you that I had intended to make a foot tour through the Three Ardennes." "_Had_ intended?" "Yes." "Was that still your intention when you were made prisoner?" After a moment's hesitation: "No," said Guild in a low voice. "You altered your plan?" "Yes." "You decided to employ your vacation otherwise?" "Yes." "How?" "I decided to enlist," said Guild. He was very white, now. "Enlist?" "Yes." "In the British army?" "The Belgian." "Oh! So now you do not remind me that, as an American, you claim exemption from the execution of the sentence?" "I have said enough," replied Guild. A slight colour showed over his cheek-bones. "If I shoot the Burgomaster and the notary and the others in there, ought I to let you go--on your own representations?" "I have said enough," repeated Guild. "Oh! So you refuse to plead any particular exemption on account of your nationality?" No answer. "And you, by your silence, permit yourself to be implicated in the responsibility of your fellow-hostages?" No reply. "Why?--Mr. Guild. Is it, perhaps, after all because you are not an American in the strictest sense of that often misused term?" There was no response. "You were born in America?" "Yes." "Your father, perhaps, was born there?" "Yes." "Oh! And _his_ father?" "No." "Oh! You are, I see, quite candid, Mr. Guild." "Yes, when necessary." "I see. Very well, then. Where do you get your Christian name, Kervyn? Is it an American name?" "No." "The name, Guild--is that an American name?" "Yes." "But--_is_ it _your_ name?" "Yes." "Was it, by chance, ever spelled a little differently--in times gone by, Mr. Guild?" "Yes." "Oh! And how, in times gone by, was it spelled by your--grandfather?" Guild looked him calmly in the eyes. "It was spelled Gueldres," he said.