Rimsky unfastened his briefcase, pulled out fifty roubles and thrust
them at the driver through the open window.
A few moments later the taxi, shaking like a leaf in a storm, was
flying along the ring boulevard. Bouncing up and down in his seat, Rimsky
caught occasional glimpses of the driver's delighted _expression_ and his own
wild look in the mirror.
Jumping out of the car at the station, Rimsky shouted to the first man
he saw, who was wearing a white apron and a numbered metal disc :
'First class single--here's thirty roubles,' he said as he fumbled for
the money in his briefcase. ' If there aren't any seats left in the first
I'll take second ... if there aren't any in the second, get me " Hard "
Glancing round at the illuminated clock the man with the apron snatched
the money from Rimsky's hand.
Five minutes later the express pulled out of the glass-roofed station
and steamed into the dark. With it vanished Rimsky.
It is not hard to guess that the fat man with the purple face who was
put into room No. 119 at the clinic was Nikanor Ivanovich Bosoi.
He had not, however, been put into Professor Stravinsky's care at once,
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