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 with Italy. And that I have obtained a divorce from my wife, the General's daughter. And they are acquainted with my literary work, and asked me what tendencies I followed in it. They know everything".

Mr. Fels then sat down with me and gave it as his view that there must be much more against the doctor than this "everything". A man with two names and at least three pasts. On the other hand, the credulous Budi was enchanted by his Dalmatian fellow-countryman, and called upon Papa Declich to produce his provisions and entertain the "patriot". Papa Declich gave a black look, but nevertheless he laid the table. And the patriot statedstarted [sic] eating,—what an appetite. He ate and ate. Our suppers disappeared as if he were throwing them into a pit, and when the orderlies a little later brought in the dinner, the doctor was the only one who disposed of several portions of the second or third new edition of the beans with the stinking fish (he then filled his plate up again, for the afternoon, so he said), belched contentedly, drank up half a litre of water, and annouced that "the food here is quite good". The whole of number 60 watched his exploits in some terror and with a little repugnance,—the super-man had become an under-man, and Papa Declich classified him as a "Fallot". Budi certainly protested, but Papa Declich led him into a corner, explained his views to him in a long, excited whisper of Italian, whereupon Budi departed to the office.

One night,—it was about two o'clock,—there was a rattle of keys, the door opened, and in came a lean, elderly defence- corps soldier.

"Lie down there somewhere" the warder commanded him, and departed.