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He was accompanied to the scene of the murder by his inveterate companion, fellow worker, and secretary, Dukovski, a tall young fellow of twenty-six. "Is it possible, gentlemen?" cried Chubikoff, entering Psyekoff's room, and quickly shaking hands with everyone. Is it possible? Marcus Ivanovitch? Murdered? No! It is impossible! Im-poss-i- ble! "Go in there!" sighed the inspector.
And who's that other mug down there? Great snakes! It is the examining magistrate! What fate has brought him here?" Klausoff rushed down and threw his arms round Chubikoff in a cordial embrace. Olga Petrovna slipped through the door. "How did you come here? Let's have a drink, devil take it! Tra- ta-ti-to-tum let us drink! But who brought you here? How did you find out that I was here?
In the evening Chubikoff and his deputy, lit on their road by the pale moon, wended their way homeward. They sat in their carriage and thought over the results of the day. Both were tired and kept silent. Chubikoff was always unwilling to talk while traveling, and the talkative Dukovski remained silent, to fall in with the elder man's humor.
Chubikoff answered roughly. "Be good enough to examine the floor! This is not the first case of the kind I have had to deal with! Eugraph Kuzmitch," he said, turning to the inspector, and lowering his voice, "in 1870 I had another case like this. But you must remember it the murder of the merchant Portraitoff. It was just the same there.
After resting awhile and considering, you carried him across the fence. Then you entered the road. After that comes the dam. Near the dam, a peasant frightened you. Well, what is the matter with you?" "I am suffocating!" replied Psyekoff. "Very well have it so. Only let me go out, please!" They led Psyekoff away. "At last! He has confessed!" cried Chubikoff, stretching himself luxuriously.
Chubikoff answered roughly. "Be good enough to examine the floor! This is not the first case of the kind I have had to deal with! Eugraph Kuzmitch," he said, turning to the inspector, and lowering his voice, "in 1870 I had another case like this. But you must remember it the murder of the merchant Portraitoff. It was just the same there.
"That shows he wasn't strangled, if there was blood," said Chubikoff, looking sarcastically at Dukovski. "They strangled him in the bedroom; and here, fearing he might come round again, they struck him a blow with some sharp-pointed instrument. The stain under the bush proves that he lay there a considerable time, while they were looking about for some way of carrying him out of the garden.
In the darkness appeared the shadowy outlines of trees, and among the trees a little house with a crooked chimney. "That is the bath house," said Olga Petrovna. "But I implore you, do not tell my brother! If you do, I'll never hear the end of it!" Going up to the bath house, Chubikoff and Dukovski saw a huge padlock on the door.
"Let me begin by apologizing for disturbing, so to speak, your devotions," began the gallant Chubikoff, bowing and scraping. "We have come to you with a request. Of course, you have heard already. There is a suspicion that your dear brother, in some way or other, has been murdered. The will of God, you know. No one can escape death, neither czar nor plowman.
In the darkness appeared the shadowy outlines of trees, and among the trees a little house with a crooked chimney. "That is the bath house," said Olga Petrovna. "But I implore you, do not tell my brother! If you do, I'll never hear the end of it!" Going up to the bath house, Chubikoff and Dukovski saw a huge padlock on the door.
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