noon
The men had gone to swell the crowds in the Bergenstrasse , not to fight perhaps , but to hang about in side streets and seize whatever loot they could . With dead and dying men lying in the roadway , there would be much to be picked up . Many of the women had gone too , for in the Altstrasse much of the human refuse of the city had its home , and sex counted for little . It was toward noon that De Froilette 's door opened suddenly , and a tall figure , cloaked to the eyes , glided in , closing the door . In an instant De Froilette was on his feet , and then as the man let the cloak fall apart , he exclaimed -- `` Vasilici ! '' `` Yes , Vasilici , '' was the answer . `` They are not your men who are fighting in the streets , are they ? ''