"Yes."
"And you yourself are also an agent?"
"Yes," said Yevsey quietly, and thought, "Now, he'll scold me."
"Your face seems familiar to me."
Yevsey tried not to look at him. But he felt the writer was smiling.
"Yes, I suppose it is familiar to you," said Yevsey sighing.
"Have you, too, been tracking me?"
"Once. You saw me from the window. You came out into the street, and gave me a letter."
"Yes, yes. I remember. The devil! So that was you? Well, excuse me, my dear man. I think I must have offended you, eh?"
Yevsey rose from the chair, looked into his laughing face incredulously, and glanced around.