When I heard all that I did not say a word to anyone'-- that's Dushkin's tale--'but I found out what I could about the murder, and went home feeling as suspicious as ever.

And at eight o'clock this morning'-- that was the third day, you understand--'I saw Nikolay coming in, not sober, though not to say very drunk--he could understand what was said to him.

He sat down on the bench and did not speak.

There was only one stranger in the bar and a man I knew asleep on a bench and our two boys.

"Have you seen Dmitri ?" said I."No, I haven't," said he.