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it must have covered over a thousand kilometres in five minutes.
Consequently it had been flying at a speed of more than twelve thousand
kilometres per hour! Impossible, ergo--he wasn't in Yalta!
What other explanation could there be? Hypnosis? There รค was no such
hypnosis which could hurl a man a thousand kilometres. Could he be imagining
that he was in Yalta? He might, but would the Yalta police imagine it? No,
no, really, it was absurd! ... But they had telegraphed from Yalta, hadn't
they?
The treasurer's face was dreadful to see. By now someone outside was
twisting and rattling the door handle and the usher could be heard shouting
desperately :
'No, you can't! I wouldn't let you in even if you were to kill me!
They're in conference! '
Rimsky pulled himself together as well as he could, picked up the
telephone receiver and said into it:
'I want to put through a priority call to Yalta.'
'Clever! ' thought Varenukha.
But the call to Yalta never went through. Rimsky put back the receiver
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