Suddenly it dawned upon me that the direction we were going was
contrary to my instructions. I tried to open the window, but it
refused to move. Then I hammered on the pane, but the driver was deaf,
or purposely so.
"Hi there!" I thoughtlessly yelled in English, "where the devil are you
going?"
No one paid any attention to my cries. It was becoming a serious
matter. The lights grew fewer and fewer, and presently there were no
lights at all. We were, I judged, somewhere in the suburbs. I became
desperate and smashed a window. The carriage stopped so abruptly that
I went sprawling to the bottom. I was in anything but a peaceful frame
of mind, as they say, when the door swung open and I beheld, standing
at the side of it, the officer who had accompanied me from the frontier.
"What tomfoolery is this?" I demanded. I was thoroughly incensed.
"It means that Herr will act peacefully or be in danger of a broken
head," was the mind-easing reply of my quondam fellow passenger. The
driver then came down from the box, and I saw that he was the officer
who had joined us at the station.
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