"Maman, it is time to dine, n'est ce pas?'
"Maman, we ought to go to the cinema show to-night, n'est ce pas?"
However, after much thought, Strevenko devised a plan for unearthing secret plots. He washed his hair with peroxide of hydrogen, shaved himself where necessary, and became a fairhaired individual of gloomy appearance. Then he put on a sad-coloured suit so that no one could recognise him.
At night he went out into the street, and walked about as if deep in thought. Noticing a citizen stealing along, he pounced upon him from the left and whispered in a provocative manner:
"Comrade, are you really satisfied with your existence?"
The citizen slackened his pace, as if considering the question; but as soon as a policeman appeared in the distance he shouted in accordance with his invariable practice:
"Policeman, hold him."
Strevenko sprang over the fence like a tiger, and as he sat in the stinging nettles thought to himself:
"You cannot get hold of them like this; they act in a perfectly legal manner, the devils."
In the meantime the money allowed him was disappearing. He put on a less dismal-looking suit, and tried another way of trapping people. Boldly approaching a citizen he would ask him: