But Persikov did not calm down for long.
A moment later he grabbed the phone and boomed into the receiver: "Give me the, what's it called, Lubyanka.
Merci... Which of you should I report this to ... there are some suspicious-looking characters in galoshes round here, and... Professor Persikov of the Fourth University..." The receiver suddenly cut the conversation short, and Persikov walked away, cursing under his breath.
Would you like some tea, Vladimir Ipatych?" Maria Stepanovna enquired timidly, peeping into the study.
No, I would not ... and the devil take the lot of them... What's got into them!" Exactly ten minutes later the Professor received some new visitors in his study.
One of them was pleasant, rotund and very polite, in an ordinary khaki service jacket and breeches.
A pince-nez perched on his nose, like a crystal butterfly.
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