.. Hm ... See St. Timothy Alexandrine ... And so, my
dear miss, the first thing ... You say, that she was taken down
from the noose by your doctor--i.e., the official city doctor ...
His name? ..."
"Klimenko."
"It seems I've met him somewheres ... All right ... Who is the
district inspector in your precinct station?"
"Kerbesh."
"Aha, I know ... Such a strong, virile fellow, with a red beard in
a fan ... Yes?"
"Yes, that is he."
"I know him very well! There, now, is somebody that a sentence to
hard labour is hankering after ... Some ten times he fell into my
hands; and always, the skunk, gave me the slip somehow. Slippery,
just like an eel-pout ... We will have to slip him a little
present. Well, now! And then the anatomical theatre ... When do
you want to bury her?"
"Really, I don't know ... I would like to do it as soon as
possible ... if possible, to-day."
"Hm ... To-day ... I don't vouch for it--we will hardly manage it
... But here is my memorandum book. Well, take even this page,
where are my friends under the letter T--just write the very same
way: Tamara, and your address.
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