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Turning
to
a
policeman
,
he
said
,
as
he
rose
and
bowed
politely
to
me
,
"
Show
this
gentleman
up
to
the
reserved
section
.
Good-night
!
"
I
felt
ice
run
down
my
back
at
my
own
boldness
,
and
I
clenched
my
hands
to
steady
myself
a
bit
.
If
I
only
had
n't
dragged
in
the
Morgenbladet
.
I
knew
Friele
could
show
his
teeth
when
he
liked
,
and
I
was
reminded
of
that
by
the
grinding
of
the
key
turning
in
the
lock
.
"
The
gas
will
burn
for
ten
minutes
,
"
remarked
the
policeman
at
the
door
.
"
And
then
does
it
go
out
?
"
"
Then
it
goes
out
!
"
I
sat
on
the
bed
and
listened
to
the
turning
of
the
key
.
The
bright
cell
had
a
friendly
air
;
I
felt
comfortably
and
well
sheltered
;
and
listened
with
pleasure
to
the
rain
outside
--
I
could
n't
wish
myself
anything
better
than
such
a
cosy
cell
.
My
contentment
increased
.
Sitting
on
the
bed
,
hat
in
hand
,
and
with
eyes
fastened
on
the
gas
jet
over
in
the
wall
,
I
gave
myself
up
to
thinking
over
the
minutes
of
my
first
interview
with
the
police
.
This
was
the
first
time
,
and
how
had
n't
I
fooled
them
?
"
Journalist
!
--
Tangen
!
if
you
please
!
and
then
Morgenbladet
!
"
Did
n't
I
appeal
straight
to
his
heart
with
Morgenbladet
?
"
We
wo
n't
mention
that
!
Eh
?
Sat
in
state
in
the
Stiftsgaarden
till
two
o'clock
;
forgot
door
-
key
and
a
pocket-book
with
a
thousand
kroner
at
home
.
Show
this
gentleman
up
to
the
reserved
section
!
"
...
All
at
once
out
goes
the
gas
with
a
strange
suddenness
,
without
diminishing
or
flickering
.
I
sit
in
the
deepest
darkness
;
I
can
not
see
my
hand
,
nor
the
white
walls
--
nothing
.
There
was
nothing
for
it
but
to
go
to
bed
,
and
I
undressed
.
But
I
was
not
tired
from
want
of
sleep
,
and
it
would
not
come
to
me
.
I
lay
a
while
gazing
into
the
darkness
,
this
dense
mass
of
gloom
that
had
no
bottom
--
my
thoughts
could
not
fathom
it
.
