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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.
The scoundrels murdered him, and dragged the corpse out through the window " Chubikoff went up to the window, pulled the curtain to one side, and carefully pushed the window. The window opened. "It opens, you see! It wasn't fastened. Hm! There are tracks under the window. Look! There is the track of a knee! Somebody got in there. We must examine the window thoroughly."
Dukovski poured himself out a glass of vodka, rose, drew himself up, and said, with sparkling eyes: "Well, learn that the third person, who acted in concert with that scoundrel Psyekoff, and did the smothering, was a woman! Yes-s! I mean the murdered man's sister, Maria Ivanovna!" Chubikoff choked over his vodka, and fixed his eyes on Dukovski. "You aren't what's-its-name?
The young man had changed greatly during the last few days. He had grown thin and pale, and looked haggard. His eyes had an apathetic expression. "Sit down, Psyekoff," said Chubikoff. "I hope that to-day you are going to be reasonable, and will not tell lies, as you did before.
Nicholas Yermolaïyevitch 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.
"Bring in Nicholas Tetekhoff!" cried the examining magistrate. They brought Nicholas in. Nicholas was pale and thin as a rail. He was trembling. "Tetekhoff!" began Chubikoff. "In 1879 you were tried in the Court of the First Division, convicted of theft, and sentenced to imprisonment. In 1882 you were tried a second time for theft, and were again imprisoned. We know all "
"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.
"Bring in Nicholas Tetekhoff!" cried the examining magistrate. They brought Nicholas in. Nicholas was pale and thin as a rail. He was trembling. "Tetekhoff!" began Chubikoff. "In 1879 you were tried in the Court of the First Division, convicted of theft, and sentenced to imprisonment. In 1882 you were tried a second time for theft, and were again imprisoned. We know all "
My dear old man, won't you intrust this business to me? Let me personally bring it through! Friend, I began it and I will finish it!" Chubikoff shook his head and frowned. "We know how to manage difficult matters ourselves," he said; "and your business is not to push yourself in where you don't belong. Write from dictation when you are dictated to; that is your job!"
Dukovski poured himself out a glass of vodka, rose, drew himself up, and said, with sparkling eyes: "Well, learn that the third person, who acted in concert with that scoundrel Psyekoff, and did the smothering, was a woman! Yes-s! I mean the murdered man's sister, Maria Ivanovna!" Chubikoff choked over his vodka, and fixed his eyes on Dukovski. "You aren't what's-its-name?
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