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Ivan:
'And how do I look after this affair? '
'A fool,' distinctly said a bass voice that belonged to neither of the
Ivans and was extremely like the professor's.
Ivan, somehow not offended by the word 'fool' but even pleasantly
surprised by it, smiled and sank into a half-doze. Sleep crept up on him. He
had a vision of a palm tree on its elephantine leg and a cat passed by--not
a terrible cat but a nice one and Ivan was just about to fall asleep when
suddenly the grille slid noiselessly aside. A mysterious figure appeared on
the moonlit balcony and pointed a threatening finger at Ivan.
Quite unafraid Ivan sat up in bed and saw a man on the balcony.
Pressing his finger to his lips the man whispered : ' Shh!'
A little man with a crimson pear-shaped nose, in a battered yellow
bowler hat, check trousers and patent leather boots pedalled on to the
Variety stage on a bicycle. As the band played a foxtrot he rode round in
circles a few times, then gave a triumphant yelp at which the bicycle reared
up with its front wheel in the air. After a few rounds on the back wheel
alone, the man stood on his head, unscrewed the front wheel and threw it
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