"well, one night in the shestilavochnaya, a man passed me with a paper parcel under his arm. i did not take stock of him very carefully, but he seemed to be dressed in some shabby summer dust-coat, much too light for the season. when he was opposite the lamp-post, some ten yards away, i observed something fall out of his pocket. i hurried forward to pick it up, just in time, for an old wretch in a long kaftan rushed up too.