Razumov angrily described Haldin's clothing in a few jerky words. The
General stared all the time, then addressing the Prince--

"We were not without some indications," he said in French. "A good woman
who was in the street described to us somebody wearing a dress of the
sort as the thrower of the second bomb. We have detained her at the
Secretariat, and every one in a Tcherkess coat we could lay our hands
on has been brought to her to look at. She kept on crossing herself
and shaking her head at them. It was exasperating...." He turned to
Razumov, and in Russian, with friendly reproach--

"Take a chair, Mr. Razumov--do. Why are you standing?"

Razumov sat down carelessly and looked at the General.

"This goggle-eyed imbecile understands nothing," he thought.

The Prince began to speak loftily.

"Mr. Razumov is a young man of conspicuous abilities. I have it at heart
that his future should not...."

"Certainly," interrupted the General, with a movement of the hand. "Has
he any weapons on him, do you think, Mr. Razumov?"

The General employed a gentle musical voice. Razumov answered with
suppressed irritation--

"No. But my razors are lying about--you understand."