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he winked with his left eye, and laughed noiselessly just as before.

‘If I did I certainly should not tell you,’ Raskolnikov answered with defiant and haughty contempt.

‘No, I was only interested on account of your article, from a literary point of view …’

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‘Foo! how obvious and insolent that is!’ Raskolnikov thought with repulsion.

‘Allow me to observe,’ he answered dryly, ‘that I don’t consider myself a Mahomet or a Napoleon, nor any personage of that kind, and not being one of them I cannot tell you how I should act.’

‘Oh, come, don’t we all think ourselves Napoleons now in Russia?’ Porfiry Petrovitch said with alarming familiarity.

Something peculiar betrayed itself in the very intonation of his voice.

‘Perhaps it was one of these future Napoleons who did for Alyona Ivanovna last week?’ Zametov blurted out from the corner.

Raskolnikov did not speak, but looked firmly and intently at Porfiry. Razumihin was scowling gloomily. He seemed before this to be noticing something. He looked angrily around. There was a minute of gloomy silence.

Raskolnikov turned to go.

‘Are you going already?’ Porfiry said amiably, holding out his hand with excessive politeness. ‘Very, very glad of your acquaintance. As for your request, have no uneasiness, write just as I told you, or, better still, come to me there yourself in a day or two … to-morrow, indeed. I 476 of 967

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shall be there at eleven o’clock for certain. We’ll arrange it all; we’ll have a talk. As one of the last to be there you might perhaps be able to tell us something,’ he added with a most good-natured expression.

‘You want to cross-examine me officially in due form?’

Raskolnikov asked sharply.

‘Oh, why? That’s not necessary for the present. You misunderstand me. I lose no opportunity, you see, and …

I’ve talked with all who had pledges…. I obtained evidence from some of them, and you are the last…. Yes, by the way,’ he cried, seemingly suddenly delighted, ‘I just remember, what was I thinking of?’ he turned to Razumihin, ‘you were talking my ears off about that Nikolay … of course, I know, I know very well,’ he turned to Raskolnikov, ‘that the fellow is innocent, but what is one to do? We had to trouble Dmitri too…. This is the point, this is all: when you went up the stairs it was past seven, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ answered Raskolnikov, with an unpleasant sensation at the very moment he spoke that he need not have said it.

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them? They were painting there, didn’t you notice them?

It’s very, very important for them.’

‘Painters? No, I didn’t see them,’ Raskolnikov answered slowly, as though ransacking his memory, while at the same instant he was racking every nerve, almost swooning with anxiety to conjecture as quickly as possible where the trap lay and not to overlook anything. ‘No, I didn’t see them, and I don’t think I noticed a flat like that open…. But on the fourth storey’ (he had mastered the trap now and was triumphant) ‘I remember now that someone was moving out of the flat opposite Alyona Ivanovna’s…. I remember … I remember it clearly. Some porters were carrying out a sofa and they squeezed me against the wall. But painters … no, I don’t remember that there were any painters, and I don’t think that there was a flat open anywhere, no, there wasn’t.’

‘What do you mean?’ Razumihin shouted suddenly, as though he had reflected and realised. ‘Why, it was on the day of the murder the painters were at work, and he was there three days before? What are you asking?’

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anyone had seen them between seven and eight at the flat, so I fancied you could perhaps have told us something…. I quite muddled it.’

‘Then you should be more careful,’ Razumihin

observed grimly.

The last words were uttered in the passage. Porfiry Petrovitch saw them to the door with excessive politeness.

They went out into the street gloomy and sullen, and for some steps they did not say a word. Raskolnikov drew a deep breath.

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‘I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it!’ repeated Razumihin, trying in perplexity to refute Raskolnikov’s arguments.

They were by now approaching Bakaleyev’s lodgings, where Pulcheria Alexandrovna and Dounia had been expecting them a long while. Razumihin kept stopping on the way in the heat of discussion, confused and excited by the very fact that they were for the first time speaking openly about it.

‘Don’t believe it, then!’ answered Raskolnikov, with a cold, careless smile. ‘You were noticing nothing as usual, but I was weighing every word.’

‘You are suspicious. That is why you weighed their words … h’m … certainly, I agree, Porfiry’s tone was rather strange, and still more that wretch Zametov! …

You are right, there was something about him—but why?

Why?’

‘He has changed his mind since last night.’

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so as to catch you afterwards…. But it was all impudent and careless.’

‘If they had had facts—I mean, real facts—or at least grounds for suspicion, then they would certainly have tried to hide their game, in the hope of getting more (they would have made a search long ago besides). But they have no facts, not one. It is all mirage—all ambiguous.

Simply a floating idea. So they try to throw me out by impudence. And perhaps, he was irritated at having no facts, and blurted it out in his vexation—or perhaps he has some plan … he seems an intelligent man. Perhaps he wanted to frighten me by pretending to know. They have a psychology of their own, brother. But it is loathsome explaining it all. Stop!’

‘And it’s insulting, insulting! I understand you. But …

since we have spoken openly now (and it is an excellent thing that we have at last—I am glad) I will own now frankly that I noticed it in them long ago, this idea. Of course the merest hint only—an insinuation—but why an insinuation even? How dare they? What foundation have they? If only you knew how furious I have been. Think only! Simply because a poor student, unhinged by poverty and hypochondria, on the eve of a severe delirious illness (note that), suspicious, vain, proud, who has not seen a 481 of 967

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soul to speak to for six months, in rags and in boots without soles, has to face some wretched policemen and put up with their insolence; and the unexpected debt thrust under his nose, the I.O.U. presented by Tchebarov, the new paint, thirty degrees Reaumur and a stifling atmosphere, a crowd of people, the talk about the murder of a person where he had been just before, and all that on an empty stomach—he might well have a fainting fit! And that, that is what they found it all on! Damn them! I understand how annoying it is, but in your place, Rodya, I would laugh at them, or better still, spit in their ugly faces, and spit a dozen times in all directions. I’d hit out in all directions, neatly too, and so I’d put an end to it. Damn them! Don’t be downhearted. It’s a shame!’

‘He really has put it well, though,’ Raskolnikov thought.

‘Damn them? But the cross-examination again, to-morrow?’ he said with bitterness. ‘Must I really enter into explanations with them? I feel vexed as it is, that I condescended to speak to Zametov yesterday in the restaurant….’

‘Damn it! I will go myself to Porfiry. I will squeeze it out of him, as one of the family: he must let me know the ins and outs of it all! And as for Zametov …’

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‘At last he sees through him!’ thought Raskolnikov.

‘Stay!’ cried Razumihin, seizing him by the shoulder again. ‘Stay! you were wrong. I have thought it out. You are wrong! How was that a trap? You say that the question about the workmen was a trap. But if you had done that could you have said you had seen them painting the flat

… and the workmen? On the contrary, you would have seen nothing, even if you had seen it. Who would own it against himself?’

‘If I had done that thing I should certainly have said that I had seen the workmen and the flat,’ Raskolnikov answered, with reluctance and obvious disgust.

‘But why speak against yourself?’

‘Because only peasants, or the most inexperienced novices deny everything flatly at examinations. If a man is ever so little developed and experienced, he will certainly try to admit all the external facts that can’t be avoided, but will seek other explanations of them, will introduce some special, unexpected turn, that will give them another significance and put them in another light. Porfiry might well reckon that I should be sure to answer so, and say I had seen them to give an air of truth, and then make some explanation.’

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‘But he would have told you at once that the workmen could not have been there two days before, and that therefore you must have been there on the day of the murder at eight o’clock. And so he would have caught you over a detail.’

‘Yes, that is what he was reckoning on, that I should not have time to reflect, and should be in a hurry to make the most likely answer, and so would forget that the workmen could not have been there two days before.’

‘But how could you forget it?’

‘Nothing easier. It is in just such stupid things clever people are most easily caught. The more cunning a man is, the less he suspects that he will be caught in a simple thing. The more cunning a man is, the simpler the trap he must be caught in. Porfiry is not such a fool as you think….’

‘He is a knave then, if that is so!’

Raskolnikov could not help laughing. But at the very moment, he was struck by the strangeness of his own frankness, and the eagerness with which he had made this explanation, though he had kept up all the preceding conversation with gloomy repulsion, obviously with a motive, from necessity.

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‘I am getting a relish for certain aspects!’ he thought to himself. But almost at the same instant he became suddenly uneasy, as though an unexpected and alarming idea had occurred to him. His uneasiness kept on increasing. They had just reached the entrance to Bakaleyev’s.

‘Go in alone!’ said Raskolnikov suddenly. ‘I will be back directly.’

‘Where are you going? Why, we are just here.’

‘I can’t help it…. I will come in half an hour. Tell them.’

‘Say what you like, I will come with you.’

‘You, too, want to torture me!’ he screamed, with such bitter irritation, such despair in his eyes that Razumihin’s hands dropped. He stood for some time on the steps, looking gloomily at Raskolnikov striding rapidly away in the direction of his lodging. At last, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist, he swore he would squeeze Porfiry like a lemon that very day, and went up the stairs to reassure Pulcheria Alexandrovna, who was by now alarmed at their long absence.

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fastened the latch. Then in