water...

it's not good enough," he muttered to himself.
"Nothing will come of it," he added, "no use to wait.

What about the police office...?
And why isn't Zametov at the police office?
The police office is open till ten o'clock...." He turned his back to the railing and looked about him.
"Very well then!" he said resolutely; he moved from the bridge and walked in the direction of the police office.

His heart felt hollow and empty.

He did not want to think.