Every Russian could be picked out by his staring eyes and pallid face.

There was a moment's silence, then a hissing sound as of the breath drawn sharply inward, followed by a murmur hoarse and inhuman, not good to hear.

Rosenblatt trembled, started to his feet, vainly tried to speak.

His lips refused to frame words, and he sank back speechless.
"What the deuce was he saying ?" enquired O'Hara of the Interpreter after the judge had pronounced his solemn sentence.
"He was putting to them," said the Interpreter in an awed whisper, "the Nihilist oath of death." "By Jove! Good thing the judge didn't understand.

The bloody fool would have spoiled all my fine work.