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Show TH E DARK FOREST TIIE SCHOOL-HOVSE "\Vho's there ?" I waited. then called more loudly: "Trenchardl Treneha rd 3" I laugh01l at myself. leant again on the trench and pufl'ed at my cigarette. Then once more I was abso~ lutely aSsured that some one watched me. so rejoiced to see lights and friendly faces. I looked round for Trenehard. He had already discovered Marie Ivanovna 4S I called again: "\Vho‘s there 3" Then 1111110 suddenly and to my own absurd relief Trenchard appeared. stumbling forward over some roughness in the ground almost into my arms: "I say. it‘s beastly here." he cried. "Let's go on-the frogs. . " He had caught my hand. "Well," .l said, "what did you find 1" "Nothing-only . . . I don't know. . . . It's as though some one were watching me. It‘s getting late, isn't it? The frogs. . . I" he said again-"I hate them. They seem to be triumphing." We climbed into the trap and drove on in silence. I was half asleep when at last we left the plain and dropped down into the valley beyond. I was surprised to discover on looking at my watch that it was only eleven o'clock; we had been, it seemed to me, hours crossing that plain. "It's a silly thing," I said to Trenchard, "but it 49 and was standing with her at the window. I learned at breakfast the next morning that we were at once to move to a house outside the village. The fantastic illusions that my drive of the evening before. had bred in me now in the clear light of morning entirely deserted me. Moreover fantasy had slender opportunity of encouragement in the presence of Molozov. Molozov, I would wish to say once and for all, was the heart and soul of our enterprise. Without him the whole organisation so admi 'ably supported by the energetic ladies and gentlemen in Petrograd, would have tumbled instantly into a thousand pieces. In Molozov they had discovered exactly the man for their purpose; a large land-owner, a member of one of the best Russian families, he had, since the beginning of the war, given himself 11p to the adventure with the whole of his energy, with the whole of that great capacity for organisation that the 111anagen1e11t of his estates had already taught him. He, was in appearance. short, squarely built, inclined, although he was only thirty-two or three, to be stout; he wore a dark black 1111111sta1-he and his hair was already grey. He was a Russian ot' the purest blood and yet possessed all the qualities that the absolute would take quite a lot to get me to drive back over that again." He nodded his head. We drove over a bridge, up 21 little hill and were in the rough moonlit square of O , our destination. Almost immediately we were climbing the dark rickety stairs of our dwelling. There were liglltb‘. Russian is supposed to lack. He was punctual to the moIuent, sharply accurate in all his affairs, a shrewd psychologist but never a great talker and. above all, a 1'1u1sululnuto diplouiatist. As I watched him dealing with the widely opposed temperaments and dispositions of all our 1711111- shouts of welcome, Molozov our chief, sisters, doctors, students, the room almost filled with a table covered with food ~1:old meat, boiled eggs, sausage, jam, sweets, and of course a huge samovar. pany, soothing one, scolding another, listening attentively, cutting complaints short, comforting, 1-11111111a111li11g, soli1eit< ing, 1 marvelled at the good fortune of that l'etrograd com- I can only say that never once. mittee. during my earlier experience with the Otriad, had I been In spite of his kind heart-and he was one of tho |