The voice was in luck.
Persikov had driven himself too hard in the last few days.
And at that moment he was sitting in an armchair having a rest and a smoke, with a vacant stare in his red-rimmed eyes.
He was exhausted.
So it was even with a certain curiosity that he looked out of the window and saw Alfred Bronsky on the pavement.
The Professor recognised the titled owner of the visiting card from his pointed hat and note-pad.
Bronsky gave a tender and courteous bow to the window.
Oh, it's you, is it?" asked the Professor.
He did not have the strength to be angry and was even curious to know what would happen next.
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