But what data have you for suspecting Mr.Shatov ?" Pyotr Stepanovitch, with the air of a man driven out of all patience, pulled a pocket-book out of his pocket and took a note out of it.
"Here are the facts," he cried, flinging it on the table.
Lembke unfolded it; it turned out to be a note written six months before from here to some address abroad.

It was a brief note, only two lines: "I can't print 'A Noble Personality' here, and in fact I can do nothing; print it abroad." Lembke looked intently at Pyotr Stepanovitch.

Varvara Petrovna had been right in saying that he had at times the expression of a sheep.
"You see, it's like this," Pyotr Stepanovitch burst out.

"He wrote this poem here six months ago, but he couldn't get it printed here, in a secret printing press, and so he asks to have it printed abroad....

That seems clear." "Yes, that's clear, but to whom did he write?
That's not clear yet," Lembke observed with the most subtle irony.
"Why, Kirillov, of course; the letter was written to Kirillov abroad....