"Mind your own business!" Chubikoff answered roughly. "Be good enough to examine the floor! This is not the first case of the kind I have had to deal with! Eugraph Kuzmitch," he said, turning to the inspector, and lowering his voice, "in 1870 I had another case like this. But you must remember it--the murder of the merchant Portraitoff. It was just the same there. The scoundrels murdered him, and dragged the corpse out through the window----" Chubikoff went up to the window, pulled the curtain to one side, and carefully pushed the window. The window opened. "It opens, you see! It wasn't fastened. Hm! There are tracks under the window. Look! There is the track of a knee! Somebody got in there. We must examine the window thoroughly." "There is nothing special to be found on the floor," said Dukovski. "No stains or scratches. The only thing I found was a struck safety match. Here it is! So far as I remember, Marcus Ivanovitch did not smoke. And he always used sulphur matches, never safety matches. Perhaps this safety match may serve as a clew!" "Oh, do shut up!" cried the magistrate deprecatingly. "You go on about your match! I can't abide these dreamers! Instead of chasing matches, you had better examine the bed!" After a thorough examination of the bed, Dukovski reported: "There are no spots, either of blood or of anything else. There are likewise no new torn places. On the pillow there are signs of teeth. The quilt is stained with something which looks like beer and smells like beer. The general aspect of the bed gives grounds for thinking that a struggle took place on it." "I know there was a struggle, without your telling me! You are not being asked about a struggle. Instead of looking for struggles, you had better----" "Here is one top boot, but there is no sign of the other." "Well, and what of that?" "It proves that they strangled him, while he was taking his boots off. He hadn't time to take the second boot off when----" "There you go!--and how do you know they strangled him?" "There are marks of teeth on the pillow. The pillow itself is badly crumpled, and thrown a couple of yards from the bed." "Listen to his foolishness! Better come into the garden. You would be better employed examining the garden than digging around here. I can do that without you!" When they reached the garden they began by examining the grass. The grass under the window was crushed and trampled. A bushy burdock growing under the window close to the wall was also trampled. Dukovski succeeded in finding on it some broken twigs and a piece of cotton wool. On the upper branches were found some fine hairs of dark blue wool. "What color was his last suit?" Dukovski asked Psyekoff. "Yellow crash." "Excellent! You see they wore blue!"