No one understood the event, no one was able to explain it. It stood before the people like a huge riddle and frightened them. The spies stuck in their meeting places from morning until night, and did much reading of newspapers and drinking of whiskey. They also crowded into the Department of Safety, where they disputed, and pressed close against one another. They were impatiently awaiting something. "Can anybody explain the truth?" Melnikov kept asking. One evening a few weeks after the event there was a meeting of the spies in the Department of Safety at which Sasha delivered a speech. "Stop this nonsensical talk," he said sharply. "It's a scheme of the Japs. The Japs gave 18,000,000 rubles to Father Gapon to stir the people up to revolt. You understand? The people were made drunk on the road to the palace; the revolutionists had ordered a few wine shops to be broken into. You understand?" He let his red eyes rove about the company as if seeking those of his listeners who disagreed with him. "They thought the Czar, loving the people, would come out to them. And at that time it was decided to kill him. Is it clear to you?" "Yes, it's clear," shouted Yakov Zarubin, and began to jot something down in his note-book. "Jackass!" shouted Sasha in a surly voice. "I'm not asking you. Melnikov, do you understand?" Melnikov was sitting in a corner, clutching his head with both hands and swaying to and fro as if he had the toothache. Without changing his position he answered: "A deception!" His voice struck the floor dully, as if something soft yet heavy had fallen. "Yes, a deception," repeated Sasha, and began again to speak quickly and fluently. Sometimes he carefully touched his forehead, then looked at his fingers and wiped them on his knee. Yevsey had the sensation that even his words reeked with a putrid odor. He listened wrinkling his forehead painfully. He understood everything the spy said, but he felt that his speech did not efface, in fact, could not efface, from his mind the black picture of the bloody holiday. All were silent, now and then shaking their heads, and refraining from looking at one another. It was quiet and gloomy. Sasha's words floated a long time over his auditors' heads touching nobody. "If it was known that the people had been deceived, then why were they killed?" the unexpected question suddenly burst from Melnikov. "Fool!" screamed Sasha. "Suppose you had been told that I was your wife's paramour, and you got drunk and came at me with a knife, what should I do? Should I tell you 'Strike!' even though you had been duped, and I was not guilty?" Melnikov started to his feet, stretched himself, and bawled: "Don't bark, you dog!" A tremor ran through Yevsey at his words, and Viekov thin and nerveless, who sat beside him, whispered in fright: "Oh, God! Hold him!"