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'How far is it to Yalta? ' asked Rimsky.
Varenukha stopped pacing and cried :
'I've already thought of that! To Sebastopol by rail it's about
fifteen hundred kilometres and it's about another eighty kilometres to
Yalta. It's less by air, of course.' îÀ . . . Yes . . . No question of his
having gone by train. What then? An Air Force fighter plane? Who'd let Stepa
on board a fighter in his stockinged feet? And why? Perhaps he'd taken his
shoes off when he got to Yalta? Same problem-- why? Anyhow, the Air Force
wouldn't let him board a fighter even with his shoes on! No, a fighter was
out of the question too. But the telegram said that he'd appeared at the
police station at half past eleven in the morning and he'd been in Moscow,
talking on the telephone, at ... Just a moment (his watch-face appeared
before Rimsky's eyes) ... He remembered where the hands had been pointing .
. Horrors! It had been twenty past eleven!
So what was the answer? Supposing that the moment after his telephone
call Stepa had rushed to the airport and got there in, say, five minutes
(which was impossible anyway), then if the aeroplane had taken off at
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