We take our glance away from this cheerless picture then it falls upon surging flames. It is not perhaps the hand of feelingless, incendaries or even of comunists bent upon destruction. It is the hand of the incendiary who has the flames devour the proves of his cheating and his swindles. His incendiarism is no crime. Terrible was his crime, he shot down his employer, because the latter wanted to cheat him out of his earnings, and terrible is the punishment.
Nothing can save the poor wretch.
Pity takes possession of us. There, deep in the background appears a group of men which attracts our eye. The picture is so wholly different from the other. The men have serious faces which express courage, fearlessness, character and power of action. They carry spades, little cases and weapons.