"This one cannot be recognized. He has almost no head. Yet he was identified. Two ladies came yesterday with these flowers and covered up human outrage. As for the other one, he's remained unidentified."
"I know who he is," said Yevsey firmly. "He's Yakov Zarubin. He served in the Department of Safety."
The watchman looked at him, and shook his head in negation.
"No, it's not he. The police told us he was Zarubin, and our office inquired of the Department of Safety, but it appeared it wasn't he."
"But I know," Yevsey exclaimed quietly, in an offended tone.
"In the Department of Safety they said, 'We don't know such a person. A man by that name never served here.'"
"It's not true," exclaimed Yevsey, grieved and dumfounded.
Two young fellows came in from the court, one of whom asked the watchman:
"Which is the unidentified man?"
The humpback pointed his finger at Zarubin, and said to Yevsey: