CHAPTER XIII
FACE TO FACE
Soon after Zoiloff had left me I sent for the spy. It
was part of the scheme that he should be liberated at
once, in order that, if he pleased, he should carry the
news that he had heard to his employer.
The interview was short. I told him I had determined to spare his life and set him free if he would take a solemn vow never to reveal what he had heard, and to leave the country at once. There was no mistaking the genuineness of his terror, and he was eager to take any oath I wished to impose. As I dismissed him I said, with all the sternness I could concentrate into my voice and looks:
"Remember that from this hour you are a marked man. Every Russian agent in this country will know you; your every action will be watched, and every word you speak will be noted. One breath of treachery, one single suggestion of further deceit, and you are a dead man. Your life hangs on the thinnest of threads. And if ever you feel tempted to break your oath, recall this night and the stern faces of the ring of men who voted that you should die. Go!"
He staggered out of the room, reeling like a broken-witted drunkard.
After my regimental work on the following day Zoiloff came to me, looking worn and wearied.
