He merely wished me "_sdravstvuite_" raised his hat politely and disappeared.
A porter carried my bag out of the station, and I drove across the bridge to the large hotel where I had stopped before, the Europe, on the corner of the Nevski Prospect and the Michael Street.

There I engaged a front room looking down into the broad Nevski, had a wash, and then watched at the window for the appearance of the spy.

I had already a good four hours before the steamer from Abo was due, and I intended to satisfy myself whether or not I was being followed.
Within twenty minutes the fellow lounged along on the opposite side of the road, just as I had expected.

He had changed his clothes, and presented such a different appearance that at first sight I failed to recognize him.

He knew that I had driven there, and intended to follow me if I came forth.