softly whispered "Hush!" They stood quite still at this and glanced

obliquely toward the dead woman, as though this request for silence

had emanated from the very shadows of the curtains. In the heavy,

peaceful stillness which ensued, a void, deathly stillness which

made them conscious of the stiff dead body lying stretched close by

them, the cries of the mob burst forth:

"A BERLIN! A BERLIN! A BERLIN!"

But soon they forgot. Lea de Horn, who had a political salon where