"Inside?" The young man was genuinely astonished. "Have you a catacomb here? I have heard of such things."
"Come on and see," Biedenbach answered with his adorable accent.
"But it is unlawful," was the protest.
"Yes, by your law," the terrorist replied significantly. "But by our law, believe me, it is quite lawful. You must accustom yourself to the fact that you are in another world than the one of oppression and brutality in which you have lived."
"There is room for argument there," Wickson muttered.
"Then stay with us and discuss it."
The young fellow laughed and followed his captor into the house. He was led into the inner cave-room, and one of the young comrades left to guard him, while we discussed the situation in the kitchen.
Biedenbach, with tears in his eyes, held that Wickson must die, and was quite relieved when we outvoted him and his horrible proposition. On the other hand, we could not dream of allowing the young oligarch to depart.
"I'll tell you what to do," Ernest said. "We'll keep him and give him an education."
"I bespeak the privilege, then, of enlightening him in jurisprudence," Biedenbach cried.
And so a decision was laughingly reached. We
