"Such was De Castel's disclosure; and though he had spoken in low tones Tomassov was stunned as by a great crash. "'Arrested, he murmured, desolately. "'Yes, and kept as a state prisoner with everybody belonging to him.... "The French officer seized Tomassov's arm above the elbow and pressed it hard.
The Frenchman's eyes, fixed in a glassy stare, which for a moment made us hope that he had died quietly sitting there between us two, stirred slowly to right and left, looking at each of our faces in turn. Tomassov and I exchanged glances of dismay. Then De Castel's voice, unexpected in its renewed strength and ghastly self-possession, made us shudder inwardly. "'Bonjour, Messieurs.