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then she put her mouth to her ear and whispered
some words, in which the name of Maria
Vasiljevna was often repeated.
At last a gleam of the truth flashed through
Njania’s bewildered brains.
‘Oh, that’s what it is!’ she exclaimed. ‘What
a hypocrite, what a wicked creature! but wait a
little, we shall soon let everybody see what you
are!’ She was in a fury.
Later on it appeared that Alexandra had
suspected Maria Vasiljevna long ago; she had
noticed her flirtation with the gardener. ‘It
isn’t likely,’ she said to Njania, ‘that such a
fine fellow should make love to such an old
maid without getting something for his trouble!
Of course, she has bribed him with presents.’
And indeed, she soon found out that Maria
Vasiljevna gave him money as well as presents.
But where did she get it from? And now
Alexandra established a whole system of
espionage upon the unsuspecting Maria Vasiljevna.
The penknife was only the last link in a long
chain of evidence. The story proved to be more
interesting than anybody had expected. Njania
was suddenly seized with the detective mania,
which often slumbers in old women; besides, on
this occasion she was stirred by the feeling how
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