The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-08-07

He had a shot in the kidney and that a key
holer. The flesh on the side of his right hip
was laid bare. His condition was hopeless.
There was no doubt at all about that. He had
been turned over to the hospital as a prisoner.
Peter lay in a solitary barred cell. The
physician examined briefly His name was
written in chalk on a wooden slate Three
police commissioners appeared for prelimin-
airy examination as it was called
The dying man did not speak.
Three Photographic views were taken. For
that purpose, they put on the wounded mans
jacket again, set his hat on, then took him out
of the bed and placed him against the wall.
NOW then, stand there! Come, don't act
dumber than you are. Don't keep on caving in
like an empty hose!'
Fingerprints measurements.
At the same time, the doctor injected heart
stimulant to brace up the dying man.
But they still had to extort a declaration;
cost what it may they had to extort a confess
sion; it had to be as plain as day. ineligible
to everyone. Only he, Peter, could throw
light on the matter: the student; was he not
the leader of a military DIVISION perhaps even
of the infamous Communist Gakab. Gas-war
defense-divison? They had been informed
about it. Peter would know best.
Doctor, please have champagne brought
up! Do you wish to smoke? cigaret
if you like, Mr.. Friedjung. Or what can
do for you? Perhaps you have relatives,
good friends, fancee, with whom you would
still like to speak You are not married
of course. And your father, Geographic
message perhaps We are, of course, at
your disposal, ready for any service. That is
really the reason for our coming But
please accommodate yourself for a verv short
declaration. You will not regret your COM
plaisanee
81 suppose you know. =. And where
does he stay. Please, please, we will
leave you in peace Immediately. You are re-
leased from prison! You are free forthwith"
Peter remained silent.
Only once he turned around abruptly:
"But let me alone. Don't torture me.
You know, there's no sense to it. That
you'd really have to say yourself. Why this
torture? You really ought to be ashamed"
Again he was set up in bed.
You see, Mr.. Friedjung, Doctor you must
suffer all these Inconvenience. You make it
hard for yourself quite unnecessarily by your
stubborn, to us entirely incomprehensible,
silence; even your condition. Will you
In such critical situation it would certainly
even take place in agreement with the party. ="
Peter remained silent.
We'll then, apparently we must play an
other tune here. Then Wen make short shrift
of it. Will you or will you not, you damned
Communist swine? Out with it: Where are
your arms stored? Hey! Or Wen break your
DOneS Wnle you're Stul alive! You have
perhaps heard, in your beautiful, holy red
Russia they are using prisoners on whom to
test new gas. For such dungy scoun-
drel, such wretched mongrel as you, merely
to croak is not enough. The Communists,
those cannibals ought to be given over for
viYisection. -
And they gave him such blow that the dy-
ing man sank back against the wall
Wait, you'll tumble out of your bed in a
min NV
dirt good and well on the floor ;"
Let him lick your, that Communist SOW,
that's what his comrades, the French did with
our prisoners. Well! such a stubborn
beast. :"
One of the commissioners rang.
The doctor appeared
Doctor, the fellow is silent Do you happen
to have something like an electric brush? Or
something that pains severely, an ether injec-
ton beneath the skin, perhaps? Or can he