order to have a glass of punch, when suddenly he perceived at the other end of the bridge a police inspector of imposing exterior, with long whiskers, three-cornered hat, and sword hanging at his side. He nearly fainted; but the police inspector beckoned to him with his hand and said, "Come here, my dear sir."
Ivan Jakovlevitch, knowing how a gentleman should behave, took his hat off quickly, went towards the police inspector and said, "I hope you are in the best of health."
"Never mind my health. Tell me, my friend, why you were standing on the bridge."
"By heaven, gracious sir, I was on the way to my customers, and only looked down to see if the river was flowing quickly."
"That is a lie! You won't get out of it like that. Confess the truth."
"I am willing to shave Your Grace two or even three times a week gratis," answered Ivan Jakovlevitch.
"No, my friend, don't put yourself out! Three barbers are busy with me already, and reckon it a high honour that I let them show me their skill. Now then, out with it! What were you doing there?"
Ivan Jakovlevitch grew pale. But here the strange episode vanishes in mist, and what further happened is not known.
