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Updated: June 26, 2025
On our way back from the walk we heard the baying of hounds very near us in the woods. The matron said, "You must hurry, the bloodhounds are loose." One of the party, Miss Findeisen, asked whether they would attack us, to which the matron replied, "That is just what they would do," and hurried us along.
So it was not even known when the prisoner had escaped. A warrant for his arrest was sent out, but in vain. Gunner Findeisen had disappeared. Later during the same morning on which Findeisen, avoiding all frequented paths, had slipped away through undergrowth and thickets to the frontier, Wolf, a prisoner awaiting trial, was removed to the house of detention in the capital.
Then Findeisen gave his first answer during the proceedings, he shook his head. "Nothing, then?" asked the examining officer. The gunner repeated, "Nothing." Deputy sergeant-major Heimert, as the only witness, had nothing else to depose beyond what Wolf had already said: and Findeisen again persisted in his silence. After this, the officer closed the judicial examination.
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"They might communicate with each other by knocking or somehow," he said. "Better lock them up as far apart as possible." So Wolf was put into the cell nearest to the road, and Findeisen into one at the other end of the corridor. The corporal placed the reservist's uniform on a stool, and near by the pair of boots which had caused the dispute, still bearing traces of dust.
And the poor devil, a firmly-knit, broad-shouldered fellow, who had got somewhat round-shouldered from sheer hard labour, stood inwardly raging, and letting them pull him about as they liked; straighten his back he could not. "A fellow-townsman of mine, that Findeisen there, a stonemason," said Weise. He and Vogt came off well in this inspection. Their things fitted exactly.
It was not really meant literally, that was plain; but an ungovernable fury began to glow in his eyes. Findeisen had drawn back. He ground his teeth and looked defiance straight into the sergeant's eyes. This maddened Keyser. His face became purple with passion, and again he hissed out, "Dog, lick it at once!" Suddenly the resolute spirit of opposition died out of Findeisen's eyes.
He had, as Wolf guessed, used the iron bed support as an implement. He had at once recognised that it would be impossible to break through the principal external wall; the other walls, however, might be expected to be considerably less strong, and they sounded hollower when he tapped them. Findeisen knew that one of them merely divided his cell from another, and so was useless for his purpose.
The skull struck the wall with a dull thud, and the body fell heavily to the ground. There was a cry of "Stop that!" Deputy sergeant-major Heimert rushed through the doorway and flung himself upon Findeisen. The gunner defended himself wildly, hitting, biting, and scratching; he felt that he was fighting for his life, but Heimert was a match for him.
Then something unexpected happened, taking place so suddenly and so quickly that afterwards Wolf was hardly able to picture it. Findeisen had thrown to the ground all that he carried the boots and the outfit. In a flash he seized the sergeant, held him raised for an instant in his powerful arms, and then flung him head forwards against the wall.
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