CHAPTER XVIII.
Several days later Vyesovshchikov came in, as shabby, untidy, and disgruntled as ever.
"Haven't you heard who killed Isay ?" He stopped in his clumsy pacing of the room to turn to Pavel.
"No!" Pavel answered briefly.
"There you got a man who wasn't squeamish about the job! And I'd always been preparing to do it myself.

It was my job--just the thing for me!" "Don't talk nonsense, Nikolay," Pavel said in a friendly manner.
"Now, really, what's the matter with you ?" interposed the mother kindly.

"You have a soft heart, and yet you keep barking like a vicious dog.

What do you go on that way for ?" At this moment she was actually pleased to see Nikolay.

Even his pockmarked face looked more agreeable to her.