Stumm had put away his papers in a portfolio, and flung me a few sentences on the journey.
'I haven't made up my mind about you, Brandt,' he announced.

'You may be a fool or a knave or a good man.

If you are a knave, we will shoot you.' 'And if I am a fool ?' I asked.
'Send you to the Yser or the Dvina.

You will be respectable cannon-fodder.' 'You cannot do that unless I consent,' I said.
'Can't we ?' he said, smiling wickedly.

'Remember you are a citizen of nowhere.