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- 82 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"Stay. You stop here while I run down for the porter."
"What for?"
"Well, you'd better."
"All right."
"I'm studying the law you see! It's evident, e-vi-dent there's
something wrong here!" the young man cried hotly, and heran downstairs.
Koch remained. Once more he softly touched the bell which
gave one tinkle, then gently, as though reflecting and looking
about him, began touching the door-handle pulling it and let-
ting itgo to make sure once more that it was only fastened by
the hook. Then puffing and panting he bent down and began
looking at the keyhole; but the key was in the lock on the inside
and so nothing could be seen.
Raskolnikov stood keeping tight hold of the axe. He was in
a sort of delirium. He was even making ready to fight when
they should come in. While they were knocking and talking
together, the idea several times occurred to him to end it all at
once and shout to them through the door. Now and then he
was tempted ta swear at them, to jeer at them, while they could
not open the door! "Only make haste!" was the thought that
flashed through his mind.
"But what the devil is he about? ..." Time was passing, one
minute, and another — no one came. Koch began to be restless.
"What the devil?" he cried suddenly and in impatience de-
serting his sentry duty, he, too, went down, hurrying and
thumping with his heavy boots on the stairs. The steps died
away.
"Good heavens! What am I to do?"
Raskolnikov unfastened the hook, opened the door — there
was no sound. Abruptly, without any thought at all, he went
out, closing the door as thoroughly as he could, and went down-
stairs.
He had gone down three flights when he suddenly heard a
loud noise below — where could he go! There was nowhere to
hide. He was just going back to the flat.
"Hey there! Catch the brute!"
Somebody dashed out of a flat below, shouting, and rather
fell than ran down the stairs, bawling at the top of his voice.
"Mitka! Mitka! Mitka! Mitka! Mitka! Blast him!"
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