I concede to a brute force, - with advantage Mr. Richardson has told.
And correctly do, - has told Jurkovsky. - be here in an hour and will hand over affairs to the successor.
Richardson has abruptly turned, has approached to the door and has opened it.
My friends! - he has loudly told. - these people have arrested me! They do not like your high earnings! They want, that you
worked for six hours and remained beggars! Jurkovsky with curiosity looked at it. Higgins, unbuttoning a holster, has moved
back to a table. Richardson has carried aside. Roaring swells have rushed into a door, them have now pushed aside, and
the office was quickly filled with workers.
The dense wall of grey overalls and spiteful, gloomy faces has stopped before a table. Jurkovsky has looked round and has
seen that Zhilin costs to the right of it, having thrust hands in pockets, and Bela, having bent, having squeezed hands a
chair back, without coming off, looks at Mr. Richardson. Its person was much more furious, than persons of the most
embittered workers. "Badly it is necessary to the managing director", - has for a moment thought Jurkovsky. Sergeant
Higgins with a pistol in a hand rested a bludgeon against a breast of one of workers and muttered: - Any illegal actions,
children, more easy, children, more easy...
Through crowd protolkalsja Dzhoshua stuck round by plasters.
We do not wish to quarrel with anybody, Mr. the inspector, - has croaked it, ustavjas on Jurkovsky a spiteful eye. - but we
will not admit here these your features.
What features? - Has enquired Jurkovsky.
We have arrived here to earn...
And we have arrived here not to allow to you to decay alive.
And I say you that it not your business! - Dzhoshua has shouted. It has turned to crowd and has asked: - it is true, children? -
Uo-o-o! - the crowd has begun to roar, and someone has shot at this moment.
Behind the back of Jurkovsky has rung out, scattering, a show-window. Bela has moaned, with natugoj has lifted a chair and
has brought down it on a head of Mr. Richardson which stood in the first row, having lifted eyes and prayerfully having
combined hands. Zhilin has taken out hands from a pocket and was going to jump on someone. Dzhoshua has scaredly
recoiled. Jurkovsky has risen and has angrily told: - What fool there shoots? Has not got nearly to me. The sergeant, what
you stand, how a chair? Select at the blockhead the weapon! Higgins has obediently got into crowd. Zhilin has again put
hands in pockets and has sat down on a table corner. He has looked at Belu and has laughed. Person Bely shone pleasure.
He with pleasure observed of Richardson. Two swells lifted Richardson, spitefully and perplexed glancing at Belu, on
Jurkovsky and on workers. Richardson's eyes have been closed, on high smooth to a forehead the dark bruise spread.