"Yes, yes," Nekhludoff said, with a sense of confusion, and felt

She looked rapidly at the inspector, who was walking up and down

the room. "Don't give it in front of him; he'd take it away."

Nekhludoff took out his purse as soon as the inspector had turned

his back; but had no time to hand her the note before the

inspector faced them again, so he crushed it up in his hand.

"This woman is dead," Nekhludoff thought, looking at this once

sweet, and now defiled, puffy face, lit up by an evil glitter in