Inspector. Tell the cook to do me a herring with apple sauce.
Grigòriev. Yes, yer honour.
Inspector (reads). “To make all proper investigations——” (Enter the Shopkeeper.) Who’s that?
Shopkeeper. It’s only me, little father.
Inspector. And who are you?
Shopkeeper. An inhabitant of the town.
Inspector. What do you want?
Shopkeeper. I came, little father, to humbly beg a favour of you.
Inspector. Well, what now?
Shopkeeper. It’s an odd business, little father.