"Your name is Gordon Gregg, English, from Stockholm.

No passport, and decline to leave even though warned--eh ?" "I have a passport," I said firmly, producing it.
He looked at it, and pointing with his finger, said: "It has no date, and is therefore worthless." "The fault is not mine, but that of a Russian official.

If you wish it to be dated, you may send it to your Consulate-General in London." "I shall not," he cried, glaring at me angrily.

"And for your insult to the law, I shall commit you to prison for one month.

Perhaps you will then learn Russian manners." "Oh! so you will commit an Englishman to prison for a month, without trial--eh?
That's very interesting! Perhaps if you attempt such a thing as that they may have something to say about it in Petersburg." "You defy me!" "Not in the least.