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"Gentlemen!" shouted the Inspector, "did you hear him? I want you to bear witness to this. Aha, I shall make short work of you, my friend, remember!" "Don't count your chickens before they are hatched ... my friend," said Aristid Fomich.
In the depths of this yard stood a low, iron-roofed, smoke-begrimed building. The house itself was of course unoccupied, but this shed, formerly a blacksmith's forge, was now turned into a "dosshouse," kept by a retired Captain named Aristid Fomich Kuvalda. In the interior of the dosshouse was a long, wide and grimy board, measuring some 28 by 70 feet.
"Devil take the thing!" exclaimed the Captain, thoughtfully measuring the walls of the factory with his eyes. "If only . . . ." Trembling with excitement at the thought that had just entered his mind Aristid Kuvalda jumped up and ran to Vaviloff's eating-house muttering to himself all the time. Vaviloff met him at the bar and gave him a friendly welcome. "I wish your honor good health!"
In the depths of this yard stood a low, iron-roofed, smoke-begrimed building. The house itself was of course unoccupied, but this shed, formerly a blacksmith's forge, was now turned into a "dosshouse," kept by a retired captain named Aristid Fomich Kuvalda. In the interior of the dosshouse was a long, wide and grimy board, measuring some 28 by 70 feet.
Aristid Fomich, I remember now. They were left at the High Court of Justice at the time when I came into possession." "Get along, Egorka! It is to your own interest to show me the plan, the title-deeds, and everything you have immediately. You will probably clear at least a hundred roubles over this, do you understand?"
"You had better take it away to-day, sir, I want to pull down this hole. Go away! or else I shall apply to the police!" The policeman's whistle echoed through the courtyard. At the door of the dosshouse its inhabitants stood in a group, yawning, and scratching themselves. "And so you do not wish to be introduced? That is rude of you!" laughed Aristid Fomich.
Did you read in the paper about the theft at Basoff's house? Do you understand? You won't have time to hide anything, we will not let you ... and this very night ... do you understand?" "Why, Aristid Fomich?" sobbed the discomfited merchant. "No more words! Did you understand or not?" Tall, grey, and imposing, Kuvalda spoke in half whispers, and his deep bass voice rang through the house.
I shall place the stone on the grass, and attach the anchor to it with a very heavy chain." "Why? You are playing tricks. . . ." "Well . . . It is no business of yours." "Look out! I shall tell . . ." again threatened Tyapa. Aristid Fomich looked at him sullenly and said nothing. Again they sat there in that silence which, in the presence of the dead, is so full of mystery.
And to-day, as always, the red building stands out before the eyes of Aristid Kuvalda, so plain, so massive, and clinging so strongly to the earth, that it seems to be sucking away all its life. It appears to be laughing coldly at the Captain with its gaping walls. The sun pours its rays on them as generously as it does on the miserable hovels of the main street.
I care now for nothing and nobody ... and all my life has been tame a sweetheart who has jilted me therefore I despise life, and am indifferent to it." "You lie!" says Abyedok. "I lie?" roars Aristid Kuvalda, almost crimson with anger. "Why shout?" comes in the cold sad voice of Martyanoff. "Why judge others? Merchants, noblemen ... what have we to do with them?"
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