"Did the janitor himself carry the trunks in?" he asked Yevsey.
"He didn't say."
"That means he did not carry them in. He would have told you whether they were heavy or light. They carried them in themselves. Evidently that's the way it was."
"The printing office?" asked Sasha.
"Literature, the current number."
"Well, we must have a search made," said Sasha gruffly, and uttered an ugly oath, shaking his fist.
"I must find the printing-press. Get me type, boys, and I'll fix up a printing-press myself. I'll find the donkeys. We'll give them all that's necessary. Then we'll arrest them, and we'll have lots of money."
"Not a bad scheme!" exclaimed Piotr.
Maklakov looked at Yevsey, and asked:
"Have you had your dinner yet?"