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But here is the fourth floor, here is the door, here is the apartment opposite; That, empty. In the third floor, according to all the signs, the apartment, which right under the old woman, is also empty: a business ticket, nailed to the door with nails, was removed - left! .. He was suffocating. For an instant, his thought flashed in his mind: "Wouldn't you leave?" But he did not give himself an answer and began to listen to the old woman in the old woman: dead silence. Then he listened again down the stairs, listened for a long time, carefully ... Then he looked around for the last time, got out, recovered and again tried an ax in a loop. “Isn't I pale ... very?” He thought, “wasn't I in a special excitement? She's incredulous ... Waiting yet ... until the heart ceases? ..”

But the heart did not stop. On the contrary, as on purpose, it pounded stronger, stronger, stronger ... He could not stand it, slowly held out his hand to the bell and called. After half a minute, he called again, louder.

There is no answer. There was nothing to call in vain, and he was not a figure. The old woman, of course, was at home, but she is suspicious and alone. He partly knew her habits ... and once again tightly put his ear to the door. Whether his feelings were so sophisticated (which was generally difficult to assume), or it was really very audible, but suddenly he distinguished as if a cautious rustle with his hand at the key handle and as if rustling the dress on the door itself. Someone inconspicuously stood at the castle itself and just like he was here, on the outside, he listened, stuck from the inside and, it seems, also put his ear to the door ...