The window was slid up from the inside; a guard leaned out with an inventory and asked, “Are you the prisoner Schrella?” “Yes,” said Schrella. As the guard took the objects from a box he called them out and laid them on the counter. “One pocket watch, nickel, without chain.” “One change purse, black leather, contents: five English shillings, thirty Belgian francs, ten German marks and eighty pfennigs.” “One tie, color green.” “One ballpoint pen, no trademark, color gray.” “Two handkerchiefs, white.” “One trenchcoat.” “One hat, color black.” “One razor, trademark Gillette.” “Six cigarettes, trademark Belga.” “You kept your shirt, underwear, soap and toothbrush, didn’t you? Please sign here and confirm with your signature that none of your personal property is missing.” Schrella put on his coat, stuck his worldly possessions in his pocket, signed and dated the inventory: September 6, 1958, 4:10 P.M. “All right,” said the guard, and pulled the window down.
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