At first a bluish electric light penetrated through the lowered, heavy window shades; then suddenly, after a certain turn it grew dark, and only by this could they guess that they had turned into deserted streets in the outskirts of the city and that they were nearing the S.railroad station.

Sometimes during sharp turns, Werner's live, bent knee would strike against the live, bent knee of the gendarme, and it was hard to believe that the execution was approaching.
"Where are we going ?" Yanson asked suddenly.

He was somewhat dizzy from the continuous turning of the dark box and he felt slightly sick at his stomach.
Werner answered and pressed the Esthonian's hand more firmly.

He felt like saying something especially kind and caressing to this little, sleepy man, and he already loved him as he had never loved anyone in his life.
"You don't seem to sit comfortably, my dear man.

Move over here, to me." Yanson was silent for awhile, then he replied: "Well, thank you.