Santiago grabs hold of the ankles and pulls the soldier out, hoping to knock the man's head sharply on the undercarriage. "Here he comes!"
Like a rat out of a drainpipe, a scrawny Japanese soldier is yanked by his ankles from beneath the wagon. Admiral Kolchak falls upon the soldier, and claps a hand over the man's mouth. "I can't strangle with only one hand!" And . . .
Tatsuo thumps his foot upon the soldier's chest, his breastbone cracks and his lungs collapse--he is dead.
"Uh!" Mrs. Kolchak grimaces, turning her head and screwing her eyes tight shut.
Admiral Kolchak lets the lifeless head drop. "My dear, what are you doing here?"
"I'm going to fetch Dr. Renwick. It's time for us to go, isn't it?" She marches away towards the platform.
If I may say, your grasp of the English language is very good Sir!
Officer Toshiro bows in reply. "The language of our century.
"It is--ah--a delicate matter. How do you say? oh, I do not know, but I have my 'Orders' . . . I am forbidden to explain further.
"Dr. Chee was a criminal," states Officer Toshiro. "And the death of his daughter--how very sad. Which reminds me, there is another daughter, is she with you foreigners,
Henry Renwick?"
Mrs. Kolchak appears at the foot of the platform.
"Dr. Renwick," she says tremulously, "sir"--acknowledging Toshiro--"the Admiral requests your immediate assistance, your wife is having a decline."