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Varenukha, holding the receiver to his ear and hearing nothing but a
continual, hopeless buzz as Stepa's telephone rang unanswered.
'It would be a damned good thing if he has . . .' said Rimsky softly
between his teeth.
At that moment in came a woman in a uniform jacket, peaked cap, black
skirt and sneakers. She took a square of white paper and a notebook out of a
little pouch on her belt and enquired :
'Which of you is Variety? Priority telegram for you. Sign here.'
Varenukha scrawled some hieroglyphic in the woman's notebook and as
soon as the door had slammed behind her, opened the envelope. Having read
the telegram he blinked and handed it to Rimsky.
The telegram read as follows: 'yalta ÔÏ moscow
VARIETY STOP TODAY 1130 PSYCHIATRIC CASE NIGHT-SHIRTED TROUSERED
SHOELESS STAGGERED POLICE STATION ALLEGING SELF LIKHODEYEV MANAGER VARIETY
WIRE YALTA POLICE WHERE LIKHODEYEV.'
'Thanks--and I'm a Dutchman! ' exclaimed Rimsky and added : ' Another
little surprise package! '
'The False Dimitry! ' said Varenukha and spoke into the telephone : '
Telegrams, please. On account. Variety Theatre. Priority. Ready? " Yalta
pi uf u jt ju huru rt ruhuft tqiuss krlsg t irpr p rnrfrlsrnjrjs trp
sdjksdfsdfsdlgkj sdflkjsdf lksdjfsdfsdf
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