a man of a very heedless character, and besides a very muddled-headed and impudent person. He jumped out of his sledge and inquired:
"What man is this? Who are these people?"
"He was nearly drowned—he was sinking," began Postnikov.
"How was he drowning? Who was drowning? Was it you? Why is he here?"
But he only spluttered and panted, and Postnikov was no longer there; he had shouldered his gun and had gone back to his sentry-box. Possibly the officer understood what had happened, for he made no further inquiries, but at once took the man who had been rescued into his sledge and drove with him to the Admiralty Police station in the Morskaia Street.
Here the officer made a statement to the inspector, that the dripping man he had brought had nearly been drowned in one of the holes in the ice in front of the Palace, and that he, the officer, had saved him at the risk of his own life.
The man who had been saved was still quite wet, shivering and exhausted. From fright and owing to his terrible efforts he fell into a sort of unconsciousness, and it was quite indifferent to him who had saved him.
The sleepy police orderly bustled around him, while in the office a statement was drawn up from
