droshky and continued to shout all the time to the coachman "Drive hard!"
"Is the police superintendent at home?" he asked on entering the front hall.
"No, sir," answered the porter, "he has just gone out."
"Ah, just as I thought!"
"Yes," continued the porter, "he has only just gone out; if you had been a moment earlier you would perhaps have caught him."
Kovaloff, still holding his handkerchief to his face, re-entered the droshky and cried in a despairing voice "Drive on!"
"Where?" asked the coachman.
"Straight on!"
"But how? There are cross-roads here. Shall I go to the right or the left?"
This question made Kovaloff reflect. In his situation it was necessary to have recourse to the police; not because the affair had anything to do with them directly but because they acted more promptly than other authorities. As for demanding any explanation from the department to which the nose claimed to belong, it would, he felt, be useless, for the answers of that gentleman showed that he regarded nothing as sacred, and he might just as likely have lied in this matter as in saying that he had never seen Kovaloff.
