"So we're going to live together?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to bring your things to-day?"
"I don't know."
"Will you sleep here tonight?"
After some reflection Yevsey said:
"Yes."
When the spy had gone, Klimkov jumped to his feet, and looked around frightened, quivering under the stinging blows of suspicion.
"He locked me in, and went to tell Sasha. They'll come soon to seize me. I must escape through the window."
He rushed to the door. It was not locked. He calmed himself, and said with heat, as if convincing somebody: