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In the red nose, disheveled, unkempt hair, the pitch-black mustaches, one of which was jauntily twisted and pointed insolently toward the ceiling, he recognized the gallant cavalryman Klausoff. "You Marcus Ivanovitch? Is it possible?" The examining magistrate glanced sharply up at him, and stood spellbound. "Yes, it is I. That's you, Dukovski? What the devil do you want here?
"All the same, I do not understand!" said the examining magistrate, mechanically drinking off the vodka. "What are you here for?" "Why shouldn't I be here, if I am all right here?" Klausoff drained his glass and took a bite of ham. "I am in captivity here, as you see. In solitude, in a cavern, like a ghost or a bogey. Drink!
"All the same, I do not understand!" said the examining magistrate, mechanically drinking off the vodka. "What are you here for?" "Why shouldn't I be here, if I am all right here?" Klausoff drained his glass and took a bite of ham. "I am in captivity here, as you see. In solitude, in a cavern, like a ghost or a bogey. Drink!
In the red nose, disheveled, unkempt hair, the pitch-black mustaches, one of which was jauntily twisted and pointed insolently toward the ceiling, he recognized the gallant cavalryman Klausoff. "You Marcus Ivanovitch? Is it possible?" The examining magistrate glanced sharply up at him, and stood spellbound. "Yes, it is I. That's you, Dukovski? What the devil do you want here?
The magistrate Nicholas Yermolaiyevitch was sitting in his office before a green table, turning over the papers of the "Klausoff case"; Dukovski was striding restlessly up and down, like a wolf in a cage. "You are convinced of the guilt of Nicholas and Psyekoff," he said, nervously plucking at his young beard. "Why will you not believe in the guilt of Maria Ivanovna?
"I was in the servants' kitchen, lying behind the stove! They can all confirm it. How I got behind the stove I don't know "Do not get agitated. Did you know Aquilina?" "There's nothing extraordinary about that " "She first liked you and then preferred Klausoff?" "Yes. Ephraim, give us some more mushrooms! Do you want some more tea, Eugraph Kuzmitch?"
But it doesn't matter! Let's have a drink!" Klausoff lit the lamp and poured out three glasses of vodka. "That is I don't understand you," said the examining magistrate, running his hands over him. "Is this you or not you!" "Oh, shut up! You want to preach me a sermon? Don't trouble yourself! Young Dukovski, empty your glass! Friends, let us bring this What are you looking at? Drink!"
"The safety match proves that to me, for the peasants hereabouts are not yet acquainted with safety matches. Only the landowners use them, and by no means all of them. And it is evident that there was not one murderer, but at least three. Two held him, while one killed him. Klausoff was strong, and the murderers must have known it!" "What good would his strength be, supposing he was asleep?"
All these days you have denied that you had anything to do with the murder of Klausoff, in spite of all the proofs that testify against you. That is foolish. Confession will lighten your guilt. This is the last time I am going to talk to you. If you do not confess to-day, to-morrow it will be too late. Come, tell me all " "I know nothing about it.
The inspector and his deputy, on visiting the scene of the occurrence in company with Psyekoff, found the following: Near the wing in which Klausoff had lived was gathered a dense crowd. The news of the murder had sped swift as lightning through the neighborhood, and the peasantry, thanks to the fact that the day was a holiday, had hurried together from all the neighboring villages.
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