went to see the inspector. As he was going up the stairs he heard

distant sounds of some complicated bravura, played on the piano.

When a cross servant girl, with a bandaged eye, opened the door

to him, those sounds seemed to escape from the room and to strike

his car. It was a rhapsody of Liszt's, that everybody was tired

of, splendidly played but only to one point. When that point was

reached the same thing was repeated. Nekhludoff asked the

bandaged maid whether the inspector was in. She answered that he