To tell you the truth I'm amazed they let you off so lightly.'
'God - the things they did to us!' said Wanda.
'They threatened to kill me.'
'Thank the Lord they didn't carry out their threat.
First time I've ever seen anything like it.'
'Neat piece of work', Karas added quietly.
'What do we do now?' asked Vasilisa miserably. 'Go and complain?
But where to?
For God's sake advise me, Viktor Viktoro-vich.'
Myshlaevsky grunted thoughtfully.
'I advise you not to complain to anyone', he said. 'Firstly, they'll never catch them.' He crooked his middle finger. 'Secondly . . .'
'Don't you remember, Vasya, they said you'd be killed if you made a complaint.'
'That's nonsense', Myshlaevsky frowned. 'No one's going to kill you, but as I say, they'll never be caught, no one will even try and catch them, and secondly . . .' He crooked his second finger, 'you'll have to describe what they stole, and that means admitting that you were hoarding tsarist money . . .
No, if you make a complaint to their headquarters or to anywhere else they will almost certainly have you searched again.'
'Yes, very likely', said Nikolka the specialist.
Shattered, soaking with the water thrown over him when he fainted, Vasilisa hung his head. Wanda quietly burst into tears and leaned against the wall. They all felt sorry for them.
Lariosik sighed deeply in the doorway and turned up his lacklustre eyes.
'We each have our grief to bear', he murmured.
'What weapons did they have?' asked Nikolka.
'My God, two of them had revolvers.
Did the third man have anything, Vasya?'
'Two of them had revolvers', Vasilisa confirmed weakly.
'Did you notice what type they were?' Nikolka pressed him in a business-like voice.
'I don't really know,' Vasilisa replied with a sigh, 'I don't know the various types.
One was big and black, the other one was smaller, with a lanyard fixed to a ring on the butt.'
'Yes, that's right,' said Wanda, 'one of them had a lanyard on it.'
Nikolka frowned and cocked his head to one side like a bird as he looked at Vasilisa.
He shuffled awkwardly for a moment, then with an uneasy movement he slipped unobtrusively out of the door, followed by Lariosik.
Upstairs, Lariosik had not even reached the dining-room when the sound of breaking glass and a howl came from Nikolka's room.
Lariosik hastened after him.
The light shone brightly in Nikolka's room, a stream of cold air was coming through the open upper pane and there was a gaping hole in the lower casement which Nikolka had made with his knees as he had jumped down from the window-ledge in despair.
There was a wild look in his eyes.
'It can't be!' cried Lariosik, clasping his hands together. 'Pure witchcraft!'
Nikolka rushed out of the room, through the library, through the kitchen and past the horrified Anyuta, who shouted:
'Nikol, Nikol, where are you going without a hat?
Oh Lord, don't say something else has happened?'
Then he was out of the porch and into the yard.
Crossing herself, Anyuta shut the door in the porch, then ran back into the kitchen and pressed her face to the window, but Nikolka was already out of sight.
He turned sharp left, ran to the corner of the house and stopped in front of the snowdrift blocking the way into the gap between the houses.
The snowdrift was completely untouched.
'I don't understand', Nikolka muttered in despair, and bravely plunged into the drift.
He felt he was suffocating.
For a long time he waded, almost swam in snow, snorting, until he had finally broken through the barrier and cleared the snow away from the space between the two walls. He looked up and saw, far above, where the light fell from the fateful window of his room, that there was the row of black spikes and their broad, sharp-pointed shadows, but no sign of the tin box.
In a last hope that maybe the cord had broken Nikolka fell on his knees and fumbled around among the rubble of broken bricks.
No box.
At this point Nikolka suddenly had an idea.
'Aha!' he shouted, and crawled forward to the fence which closed off the gap to the street.
Reaching the fence, he prodded it, several planks fell away and he found himself looking through a large hole on to the dark street.
It was obvious what had happened.
The men had ripped away the planks leading into the gap, had climbed in and - of course! - they had tried to get into Vasilisa's apartment by way of his cellar, but the window was barred.