Grigòriev. Kondràtiev!...
Shopkeeper. Thank you very much, sir. Nothing more to be done, I suppose?
Inspector. Just step into the other office and write out a formal statement.
Shopkeeper. Certainly, sir. (Exit.)
Inspector. Grigòriev!
Grigòriev. What is it, your honour?
Inspector. Give me my uniform.
Grigòriev. Why, your honour, ’tis all mucky and spotty.
Inspector. What!
Grigòriev. I don’t know nothing about it!