in Mongolia. But the old
fellow Bobroff knew us. We wanted to go away but Kanine kept us, telling
us that Bobroff was rich and that he had for a long time wanted to kill
him and pillage his place. We agreed to join him. We decoyed the young
Bobroff to come and play cards with us. When he was going home my
husband stole along behind and shot him. Afterwards we all went to
Bobroff's place. I climbed upon the fence and threw some poisoned meat
to the dogs, who were dead in a few minutes. Then we all climbed over.
The first person to emerge from the house was Bobroff's wife. Pouzikoff,
who was hidden behind the door, killed her with his ax. The old fellow
we killed with a blow of the ax as he slept. The little girl ran out
into the room as she heard the noise and Kanine shot her in the head
with buckshot. Afterwards we looted the house and burned it, even
destroying the horses and cattle. Later all would have been completely
burned, so that no traces remained, but you suddenly arrived and these
stupid fellows at once betrayed us.'

"It was a dastardly affair," continued the Lieutenant, as we returned
to the station. "The hair raised on my head as I listened to the calm
description of this young woman, hardly more than a girl. Only then did
I fully realize what depravity Bolshevism had brought into the world,
crushing out faith, fear of God and conscience. Only then did I
understand that all honest people must fight without compromise against
this most dangerous enemy of mankind, so long as life and strength
endure."

As we walked I noticed at the side of the road a black spot. It
attracted and fixed my attention.

"What is that?" I asked, pointing to the spot.

"It is the murderer Pouzikoff whom I shot," answered the Lieutenant. "I
would have shot both Kanine and the wife of Pouzikoff but I was sorry
for Kanine's wife and children and I haven't learned the lesson
of shooting women. Now I shall send them along with you under the
surveillance of my soldiers to Uliassutai. The same result will come,
for the Mongols who try them for the murder will surely kill them."

This is what happened at Tisingol, on whose shores the will-o'-the-wisp
flits over the marshy pools and near which runs the cleavage of over two
hundred miles that the last earthquake left in the surface of the land.
Maybe it was out of this cleavage that Pouzikoff, Kanine and the others
who have sought to infect the whole world with horror and crime made
t