"Those speakers are deceivers—a spurious manifesto—there's no such thing—all a bluff!"
"Sasha thought that all out," said Yevsey quietly, with conviction.
Melnikov shook his head, and looked at his large hands.
"Somebody always deceives," he mumbled in a drunken voice.
He entered the car, and raised Zarubin lightly, placing him on the bench face up.
"He's dead. There's where it hit him—"
Yevsey sought the scar on Zarubin's face that the blow of the bottle had left. He did not find it. Now over the right eye was a little red hole from which Klimkov could not tear his eyes. It absorbed his entire attention, and aroused sharp pity for Yakov.
"Have you a pistol?" asked Melnikov.
"No."
"There, take Yakov's."