muttered. "What sort of Christmas box are you likely to get from him?"
And to keep up his prestige, Saranin was compelled to give bigger and more frequent tips than before. But that availed little. The porters took the money, but they looked at Saranin suspiciously.
Saranin explained to someone among his colleagues that an Armenian had landed him in this mess. The rumour of the Armenian affair rapidly spread throughout the department. It found its way into other departments as well. . .
On one occasion the manager of the department ran up against the tiny official in the passage. He looked at him in amazement. He said nothing. He went into his room.
Then they considered that they had better inform him. The manager asked:
"Has this been going on long?"
The assistant manager wavered.
"It's a pity you didn't draw attention to it at the time," said the manager, sourly, without waiting for an answer. "Strange that I knew nothing about it. I'm greatly put out."
He sent for Saranin.
When Saranin reached the manager's room, all the officials looked at him in severe condemnation.
With a beating heart Saranin entered the superintendent's room. He still clung to a faint hope, the hope that His Excellence intended to
