What was to be done with a fellow like Kopeikin?
The President saw that strong measures were imperative.

'Very well,' he said.

'Since you decline to rest satisfied with what has been given you, and quietly to await the decision of your case in St.Petersburg, I must find you a lodging.

Here, constable, remove the man to gaol.' Then a constable who had been called to the door--a constable three ells in height, and armed with a carbine--a man well fitted to guard a bank--placed our friend in a police waggon.

'Well,' reflected Kopeikin, 'at least I shan't have to pay my fare for THIS ride.