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"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.
There is more than one short in the front alone, and as to the depth I shall see immediately." "The depth . . . seventy-three feet." "What? Have you guessed, you shaved, ugly face?" "Of course, Aristid Fomich! If you have eyes you can see a thing or two," shouted Vaviloff joyfully.
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.
Aristid Fomich asked him very softly. "Have you heard about our teacher?" Martyanoff lazily got up from the ground, looked at the line of light coming out of the dosshouse, shook his head and silently sat down beside the Captain. "Nothing particular... The man is dying ..." remarked the Captain, shortly. "Have they been beating him?" asked Abyedok, with great interest. The Captain gave no answer.
There he saw the Captain measuring the front of the house, and watched him anxiously, as he snapped his fingers, and began measuring the same line over again. Vaviloff's face lit up suddenly, and he smiled happily. "Aristid Fomich, is it possible?" he shouted, when the Captain came opposite to him. "Of course it is possible.
Make a note of this on your nose, and pay me at least half your debt. Go in peace; seek, and you may find." "How much do I owe you, Aristid Fomich?" asks the client, in confusion.
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 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. "Listen ... They are coming!" Tyapa got up and went out of the dosshouse.
"I say that he was a good man ... a quiet and good man," whispered a low voice. "Yes, and he had money, too ... and he never refused it to a friend ..." Again silence ensued. "He is dying!" said Tyapa, hoarsely, from behind the Captain's head. Aristid Fomich got up, and went with firm steps into the dosshouse. "Don't go!" Tyapa stopped him. "Don't go! You are drunk! It is not right."
He saw the tall figure of Aristid Fomich Kuvalda, in a gray cap with a red band, with his arms bound behind his back, being led away. Petunikoff smiled the smile of the conqueror, and went back into the dosshouse, but suddenly he stopped and trembled.
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