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“
How
do
I
explain
them
?
What
is
there
to
explain
?
It
’
s
clear
.
At
any
rate
,
the
direction
in
which
explanation
is
to
be
sought
is
clear
,
and
the
jewel
-
case
points
to
it
.
The
real
murderer
dropped
those
ear
-
rings
.
The
murderer
was
upstairs
,
locked
in
,
when
Koch
and
Pestryakov
knocked
at
the
door
.
Koch
,
like
an
ass
,
did
not
stay
at
the
door
;
so
the
murderer
popped
out
and
ran
down
,
too
;
for
he
had
no
other
way
of
escape
.
He
hid
from
Koch
,
Pestryakov
and
the
porter
in
the
flat
when
Nikolay
and
Dmitri
had
just
run
out
of
it
.
He
stopped
there
while
the
porter
and
others
were
going
upstairs
,
waited
till
they
were
out
of
hearing
,
and
then
went
calmly
downstairs
at
the
very
minute
when
Dmitri
and
Nikolay
ran
out
into
the
street
and
there
was
no
one
in
the
entry
;
possibly
he
was
seen
,
but
not
noticed
.
There
are
lots
of
people
going
in
and
out
.
He
must
have
dropped
the
ear
-
rings
out
of
his
pocket
when
he
stood
behind
the
door
,
and
did
not
notice
he
dropped
them
,
because
he
had
other
things
to
think
of
.
The
jewel
-
case
is
a
conclusive
proof
that
he
did
stand
there
.
.
.
That
’
s
how
I
explain
it
.
”
“
Too
clever
!
No
,
my
boy
,
you
’
re
too
clever
.
That
beats
everything
.
”
“
But
,
why
,
why
?
”
“
Why
,
because
everything
fits
too
well
.
.
.
it
’
s
too
melodramatic
.
”
“
A
-
ach
!
”
Razumihin
was
exclaiming
,
but
at
that
moment
the
door
opened
and
a
personage
came
in
who
was
a
stranger
to
all
present
.
This
was
a
gentleman
no
longer
young
,
of
a
stiff
and
portly
appearance
,
and
a
cautious
and
sour
countenance
.
He
began
by
stopping
short
in
the
doorway
,
staring
about
him
with
offensive
and
undisguised
astonishment
,
as
though
asking
himself
what
sort
of
place
he
had
come
to
.
Mistrustfully
and
with
an
affectation
of
being
alarmed
and
almost
affronted
,
he
scanned
Raskolnikov
’
s
low
and
narrow
“
cabin
.
”
With
the
same
amazement
he
stared
at
Raskolnikov
,
who
lay
undressed
,
dishevelled
,
unwashed
,
on
his
miserable
dirty
sofa
,
looking
fixedly
at
him
.
Then
with
the
same
deliberation
he
scrutinised
the
uncouth
,
unkempt
figure
and
unshaven
face
of
Razumihin
,
who
looked
him
boldly
and
inquiringly
in
the
face
without
rising
from
his
seat
.
A
constrained
silence
lasted
for
a
couple
of
minutes
,
and
then
,
as
might
be
expected
,
some
scene
-
shifting
took
place
.
Reflecting
,
probably
from
certain
fairly
unmistakable
signs
,
that
he
would
get
nothing
in
this
“
cabin
”
by
attempting
to
overawe
them
,
the
gentleman
softened
somewhat
,
and
civilly
,
though
with
some
severity
,
emphasising
every
syllable
of
his
question
,
addressed
Zossimov
:
“
Rodion
Romanovitch
Raskolnikov
,
a
student
,
or
formerly
a
student
?
”
Zossimov
made
a
slight
movement
,
and
would
have
answered
,
had
not
Razumihin
anticipated
him
.
“
Here
he
is
lying
on
the
sofa
!
What
do
you
want
?
”
