He became aware that a bodyguard surrounded him. Active men about him
shouted vague orders. He saw close at hand the black moustached man in yellow
who had been among those who had greeted him in the public theatre, shouting
directions. The hall was already densely packed with swaying people, the little metal gallery sagged with a shouting load, the curtains at the end had been torn
away, and the antechamber was revealed densely crowded. He could scarcely make the man near him hear for the tumult about them. “Where has Ostrog gone?” he asked.
The man he questioned pointed over the heads towards the lower panels about
the hall on the side opposite the gap. They stood open, and armed men, blue clad
with black sashes, were running through them and vanishing into the chambers
and passa
