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Updated: April 30, 2025
"I request this, in the interest of the investigation. Orderly, don't let anyone in!" Chubikoff, his assistant, and the inspector opened the door, and hesitatingly, one after the other, entered the room. Their eyes met the following sight: Beside the single window stood the big wooden bed with a huge feather mattress. On the crumpled feather bed lay a tumbled, crumpled quilt.
But let me get out of it," muttered Chubikoff, rising and going to the window. "Yes, a spring," began Dukovski, going close to Olga Petrovna and wrinkling his long nose. "We did not drive over here to take supper with you or to see Kuzma Petrovitch. We came here to ask you, respected madam, where Marcus Ivanovitch is, whom you murdered!" "What?
But where are you off to, Chubikoff? Where are you going?" The examining magistrate swore, and left the bath house. Dukovski followed him, crestfallen. They silently took their seats in the carriage and drove off. The road never seemed to them so long and disagreeable as it did that time. Both remained silent. Chubikoff trembled with rage all the way.
Olga Petrovna walked in advance of them. Chubikoff and Dukovski strode behind her through the long grass, as the odor of wild hemp and dishwater splashing under their feet reached them. The courtyard was wide. Soon the dishwater ceased, and they felt freshly broken earth under their feet.
And you," said Chubikoff, turning to Dukovski and shaking his fist, "I won't forget this in a thousand years!" "But the safety match? How could I know?" "Choke yourself with your safety match! Get out of my way! Don't make me mad, or the devil only knows what I'll do to you! Don't let me see a trace of you!" Dukovski sighed, took his hat, and went out.
"He has betrayed himself! And didn't I get round him cleverly! Regularly caught him flapping " "And he doesn't deny the woman in the black dress!" exulted Dukovski. "But all the same, that safety match is tormenting me frightfully. I can't stand it any longer. Good-by! I am off!" Dukovski put on his cap and drove off. Chubikoff began to examine Aquilina.
"Well, and how about the boot?" "The boot confirms completely my idea that they murdered him while he was taking his boots off before going to bed. He had already taken off one boot, and the other, this one here, he had only had time to take half off. The half-off boot came off of itself, while the body was dragged over, and fell " "There's a lively imagination for you!" laughed Chubikoff.
While they were breakfasting they went on talking: "The watch, the money, and so on all untouched " Chubikoff began, leading off the talk, "show as clearly as that two and two are four that the murder was not committed for the purpose of robbery." "The murder was committed by an educated man!" insisted Dukovski. "What evidence have you of that?"
Nicholas Yermolaiyevitch Chubikoff for that was the magistrate's name was a tall, fleshy old man of sixty, who had been wrestling with the duties of his office for a quarter of a century. Everybody in the district knew him as an honest man, wise, energetic, and in love with his work.
Olga Petrovna walked in advance of them. Chubikoff and Dukovski strode behind her through the long grass, as the odor of wild hemp and dishwater splashing under their feet reached them. The courtyard was wide. Soon the dishwater ceased, and they felt freshly broken earth under their feet.
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