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hitting the side- walk at meteor speed. “. . . No,” said Rachevsky. “Then apply the Soviet law. You are the Prosecutor.” The Chief rose, his hands in his pockets. “Good-by, Comrade Prose- cutor.” Rachevsky walked away like an automaton. No question pre- sented itself to him. In the car he gave himself up to stupor—the stupor of a man stunned. “I will see no one,” he told his secretary, “leave me to myself . . .” He sat down at his desk. The huge office offered nothing to hold his eyes (the life-size portrait of the Chief was behind the Prose- cutor’s chair). “I am so tired,” he said to himself, and put his head in his hands. “When all is said and done, there is only one way out for me: to