Listen." He leaned far down over the ghastly face of the wretched man beneath him.

"Shall I tell you why I am here?
Shall I remind you of your crimes?
No, I need not.

You remember them well, and in a few minutes you will be in hell for them.

Five years I froze and burned in Siberia, through you." As he said the word "you" he leaned a little closer.

His voice remained low and soft, but his eyes were blazing with a light as of madness.