senseless
terror he
rushed to
the
corner, to
that hole
under the
paper
where he
had put
the
things;
put his
hand in,
and for
some
minutes
felt
carefully
in the
hole, in
every
crack and
fold of
the paper.
Finding
nothing,
he got up
and drew a
deep
breath. As
he was
reaching
the steps
of
Bakaleyev’s,
he
suddenly
fancied
that
something,
a chain, a
stud or
even a bit
of paper
in which
they had
been
wrapped
with the
