"I have not a shadow of a doubt about that," Vargas replies to the boy, immaculately clean, not dirty at all.
Having accompanied the lady with a courteous bow, while noting in his memory the latest maneuvers of their unusual communication with Cherepanov, he momentarily ponders—at what point did the legacy of Their Wickedness take a wrong turn? Or was that the result of a calculated external influence according to the theory of the backstage? He decides to set this thought aside for later.