I sat up and listened. The noise seemed to be coming from outside, at the front of the prison. I lit a candle and pulled on my skirt and blouse as fast as I could. I padded down the dim halls with a flickering candle lighting my way. The stone floor was cold beneath my bare toes. Warden Henter was unlocking the front entrance of the prison when I got there. A boy a little older than me was standing on the steps. He was dressed in traditional peasant garb. Sweat was running down his face and he was breathing hard. “What do you want?” barked the warden. The boy bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Is Mr. Bary here?” he gasped. “He isn't staying in the jail, you fool!” said the warden. “What happened? Why do you want Bary?” “They found a corpse at Csonkafuzes,” said the boy. “What corpse? Who found it? You're not making any sense!” “A group of Jew rafters fished a corpse out of the Tisza River,” said the boy. “It stank so much they buried it on the bank of the Tisza.
