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“
Maybe
I
am
,
but
we
will
get
him
off
anyway
,
”
shouted
Razumihin
,
bringing
his
fist
down
on
the
table
.
“
What
’
s
the
most
offensive
is
not
their
lying
—
one
can
always
forgive
lying
—
lying
is
a
delightful
thing
,
for
it
leads
to
truth
—
what
is
offensive
is
that
they
lie
and
worship
their
own
lying
.
.
.
.
I
respect
Porfiry
,
but
.
.
.
What
threw
them
out
at
first
?
The
door
was
locked
,
and
when
they
came
back
with
the
porter
it
was
open
.
So
it
followed
that
Koch
and
Pestryakov
were
the
murderers
—
that
was
their
logic
!
”
“
But
don
’
t
excite
yourself
;
they
simply
detained
them
,
they
could
not
help
that
.
.
.
.
And
,
by
the
way
,
I
’
ve
met
that
man
Koch
.
He
used
to
buy
unredeemed
pledges
from
the
old
woman
?
Eh
?
”
“
Yes
,
he
is
a
swindler
.
He
buys
up
bad
debts
,
too
.
He
makes
a
profession
of
it
.
But
enough
of
him
!
Do
you
know
what
makes
me
angry
?
It
’
s
their
sickening
rotten
,
petrified
routine
.
.
.
.
And
this
case
might
be
the
means
of
introducing
a
new
method
.
One
can
show
from
the
psychological
data
alone
how
to
get
on
the
track
of
the
real
man
.
‘
We
have
facts
,
’
they
say
.
But
facts
are
not
everything
—
at
least
half
the
business
lies
in
how
you
interpret
them
!
”
“
Can
you
interpret
them
,
then
?
”
“
Anyway
,
one
can
’
t
hold
one
’
s
tongue
when
one
has
a
feeling
,
a
tangible
feeling
,
that
one
might
be
a
help
if
only
.
.
.
.
Eh
!
Do
you
know
the
details
of
the
case
?
”
“
I
am
waiting
to
hear
about
the
painter
.
”
“
Oh
,
yes
!
Well
,
here
’
s
the
story
.
Early
on
the
third
day
after
the
murder
,
when
they
were
still
dandling
Koch
and
Pestryakov
—
though
they
accounted
for
every
step
they
took
and
it
was
as
plain
as
a
pikestaff
—
an
unexpected
fact
turned
up
.
A
peasant
called
Dushkin
,
who
keeps
a
dram
-
shop
facing
the
house
,
brought
to
the
police
office
a
jeweller
’
s
case
containing
some
gold
ear
-
rings
,
and
told
a
long
rigamarole
.
‘
The
day
before
yesterday
,
just
after
eight
o
’
clock
’
—
mark
the
day
and
the
hour
!
—
‘
a
journeyman
house
-
painter
,
Nikolay
,
who
had
been
in
to
see
me
already
that
day
,
brought
me
this
box
of
gold
ear
-
rings
and
stones
,
and
asked
me
to
give
him
two
roubles
for
them
.
When
I
asked
him
where
he
got
them
,
he
said
that
he
picked
them
up
in
the
street
.
I
did
not
ask
him
anything
more
.
’
I
am
telling
you
Dushkin
’
s
story
.
‘
I
gave
him
a
note
’
—
a
rouble
that
is
—
‘
for
I
thought
if
he
did
not
pawn
it
with
me
he
would
with
another
.
It
would
all
come
to
the
same
thing
—
he
’
d
spend
it
on
drink
,
so
the
thing
had
better
be
with
me
.
The
further
you
hide
it
the
quicker
you
will
find
it
,
and
if
anything
turns
up
,
if
I
hear
any
rumours
,
I
’
ll
take
it
to
the
police
.
’
Of
course
,
that
’
s
all
taradiddle
;
he
lies
like
a
horse
,
for
I
know
this
Dushkin
,
he
is
a
pawnbroker
and
a
receiver
of
stolen
goods
,
and
he
did
not
cheat
Nikolay
out
of
a
thirty
-
rouble
trinket
in
order
to
give
it
to
the
police
.
He
was
simply
afraid
.
But
no
matter
,
to
return
to
Dushkin
’
s
story
.
‘
I
’
ve
known
this
peasant
,
Nikolay
Dementyev
,
from
a
child
;
he
comes
from
the
same
province
and
district
of
Zaraïsk
,
we
are
both
Ryazan
men
.
And
though
Nikolay
is
not
a
drunkard
,
he
drinks
,
and
I
knew
he
had
a
job
in
that
house
,
painting
work
with
Dmitri
,
who
comes
from
the
same
village
,
too
.
As
soon
as
he
got
the
rouble
he
changed
it
,
had
a
couple
of
glasses
,
took
his
change
and
went
out
.
But
I
did
not
see
Dmitri
with
him
then
.
And
the
next
day
I
heard
that
someone
had
murdered
Alyona
Ivanovna
and
her
sister
,
Lizaveta
Ivanovna
,
with
an
axe
.
I
knew
them
,
and
I
felt
suspicious
about
the
ear
-
rings
at
once
,
for
I
knew
the
murdered
woman
lent
money
on
pledges
.
I
went
to
the
house
,
and
began
to
make
careful
inquiries
without
saying
a
word
to
anyone
.
First
of
all
I
asked
,
“
Is
Nikolay
here
?
”
Dmitri
told
me
that
Nikolay
had
gone
off
on
the
spree
;
he
had
come
home
at
daybreak
drunk
,
stayed
in
the
house
about
ten
minutes
,
and
went
out
again
.
Dmitri
didn
’
t
see
him
again
and
is
finishing
the
job
alone
.
And
their
job
is
on
the
same
staircase
as
the
murder
,
on
the
second
floor
.
When
I
heard
all
that
I
did
not
say
a
word
to
anyone
’
—
that
’
s
Dushkin
’
s
tale
—
‘
but
I
found
out
what
I
could
about
the
murder
,
and
went
home
feeling
as
suspicious
as
ever
.
And
at
eight
o
’
clock
this
morning
’
—
that
was
the
third
day
,
you
understand
—
‘
I
saw
Nikolay
coming
in
,
not
sober
,
though
not
to
say
very
drunk
—
he
could
understand
what
was
said
to
him
.
He
sat
down
on
the
bench
and
did
not
speak
.
There
was
only
one
stranger
in
the
bar
and
a
man
I
knew
asleep
on
a
bench
and
our
two
boys
.
“
Have
you
seen
Dmitri
?
”
said
I
.
“
No
,
I
haven
’
t
,
”
said
he
.
“
And
you
’
ve
not
been
here
either
?
”
“
Not
since
the
day
before
yesterday
,
”
said
he
.
“
And
where
did
you
sleep
last
night
?
”
“
In
Peski
,
with
the
Kolomensky
men
.
”
“
And
where
did
you
get
those
ear
-
rings
?
”
I
asked
.
“
I
found
them
in
the
street
,
”
and
the
way
he
said
it
was
a
bit
queer
;
he
did
not
look
at
me
.
“
Did
you
hear
what
happened
that
very
evening
,
at
that
very
hour
,
on
that
same
staircase
?
”
said
I
.
“
No
,
”
said
he
,
“
I
had
not
heard
,
”
and
all
the
while
he
was
listening
,
his
eyes
were
staring
out
of
his
head
and
he
turned
as
white
as
chalk
.
I
told
him
all
about
it
and
he
took
his
hat
and
began
getting
up
.
I
wanted
to
keep
him
.
“
Wait
a
bit
,
Nikolay
,
”
said
I
,
“
won
’
t
you
have
a
drink
?
”
And
I
signed
to
the
boy
to
hold
the
door
,
and
I
came
out
from
behind
the
bar
;
but
he
darted
out
and
down
the
street
to
the
turning
at
a
run
.
I
have
not
seen
him
since
.
Then
my
doubts
were
at
an
end
—
it
was
his
doing
,
as
clear
as
could
be
.
.
.
.
’
”
