know who he was, and where he had come from, and what he had been
doing in that crowd. And of course Peter had no very satisfactory
answers to give to any of these questions. His occupations had been
unusual, and not entirely credible, and his purposes were hard to
explain to a suspicious questioner. The man was big and burly, at
least a foot taller than Peter, and as he talked he stooped down and
stared into Peter's eyes as if he were looking for dark secrets
hidden back in the depths of Peter's skull. Peter remembered that he
was supposed to be sick, and his eyelids drooped and he reeled
slightly, so that the policemen had to hold him up.

"I want to talk to that fellow," said the questioner. "Take him
inside." One of the officers took Peter under one arm, and the other
under the other arm, and they half walked and half carried him
across the street and into a building.






Section 4





It was a big store which the police had opened up. Inside there were
wounded people lying on the floor, with doctors and others attending
them. Peter was marched down the corridor, and into a room where sat