"To the police station you go, you and your bear-man of an accomplice.

Potzbombardendonnerwetter! You Sappermentskerls! I will teach you to resist the police, to steal dolls and to jump out of windows! Now then, right about face--march!" The Count did not stir from his chair.

Dumnoff looked at him as though to ask instructions of a superior.
"If you can manage one of them, I can take these two," he said in Russian.
Suiting the action to the word, he suddenly bent down, slipped his arms round the legs of the two policemen, hurled them simultaneously head over heels and then charged the crowd, head downwards, upsetting every one who came in his way, and bursting into the street by sheer superior weight and impetus.

An instant later, his shock head appeared at the window through which the Cossack had escaped.
"Come along!" he shouted to the Count, in his own language.

"I have locked the street door and they cannot get out.