Kuvalda burst out laughing. The Doctor and the Coroner smiled too, and at the door of the dosshouse the group of figures was increasing . . . sleepy figures, with swollen faces, red, inflamed eyes, and dishevelled hair, staring rudely at the Doctor, the Coroner, and the Inspector. "Where are you going?" said the policeman on guard at the door, catching hold of their tatters and pushing them aside. But he was one against many, and, without taking any notice, they all entered and stood there, reeking of vodki, silent and evil-looking. Kuvalda glanced at them, then at the authorities, who were angry at the intrusion of these ragamuffins, and said, smilingly, "Gentlemen, perhaps you would like to make the acquaintance of my lodgers and friends? Would you? But, whether you wish it or not, you will have to make their acquaintance sooner or later in the course of your duties." The Doctor smiled in an embarrassed way. The Coroner pressed his lips together, and the Inspector saw that it was time to go. Therefore, he shouted: "Sideroff! Whistle! Tell them to bring a cart here." "I will go," said Petunikoff, coming forward from a corner. "You had better take it away to-day, sir, I want to pull down this hole. Go away! or else I shall apply to the police!" The policeman's whistle echoed through the courtyard. At the door of the dosshouse its inhabitants stood in a group, yawning, and scratching themselves. "And so you do not wish to be introduced? That is rude of you!" laughed Aristid Fomich. Petunikoff took his purse from his pocket, took out two five-kopeck pieces, put them at the feet of the dead man, and crossed himself. "God have mercy . . . on the burial of the sinful. . . ." "What!" yelled the Captain, "you give for the burial? "Take them away, I say, you scoundrel! How dare you give your stolen kopecks for the burial of an honest man? I will tear you limb from limb!" "Your Honor!" cried the terrified merchant to the Inspector, seizing him by the elbow. The Doctor and the Coroner jumped aside. The Inspector shouted: "Sideroff, come here!" "The creatures that once were men" stood along the wall, looking and listening with an interest, which put new life into their broken-down bodies. Kuvalda, shaking his fist at Petunikoff's head, roared and rolled his eyes like a wild beast. "Scoundrel and thief! Take back your money! Dirty worm! Take it back, I say . . . or else I shall cram it down your throat. . . . Take your five-kopeck pieces!" Petunikoff put out his trembling hand toward his mite, and protecting his head from Kuvalda's fist with the other hand, said: 101 CREATURES THAT ONCE WERE MEN "You are my witnesses, Sir Inspector, and you good people!" "We are not good people, merchant!" said the voice of Abyedok, trembling with anger. The Inspector whistled impatiently, with his other hand protecting Petunikoff, who was stooping in front of him as if trying to enter his belly.