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- 66 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
looking over again. He turned everything over to the last
threads and rags, and mistrusting himself, went through his
search three times.
But there seemed to be nothing, no trace, except in one place,
where some thick drops of congealed blood were clinging to the
frayed edge of his trousers. He picked up a big claspknife and
cut off the frayed threads. There seemed to be nothing more.
Suddenly he remembered that the purse and the things he had
taken out of the old woman's box were still in his pockets! He
had not thought till then of taking them out and hiding them!
He had not even thought of them while he was examining his
clothes! What next? Instantly he rushed to take them out, and
fling them on the table. When he had pulled out everything, and
turned the pocket inside out to be sure there was nothing left,
he carried the whole heap to the corner. The paper had come oflF
the bottom of the wall and hung there in tatters. He began stuff-
ing all the things into the hole under the paper: "They're in!
All out of sight, and the purse too!" he thought gleefully, get-
ting up and gazing blankly at the hole which bulged out more
than ever. Suddenly he shuddered all over with horror; "My
God!" he whispered in despair: "what's the matter with me? Is
that hidden? Is that the way to hide things?"
He had not reckoned on having trinkets to hide. He had only
thought of money, and so had not prepared a hiding-place.
"But now, now, what am I glad of?" he thought, "Is that
hiding things? My reason's deserting me — simply!"He sat down on the sofa in exhaustion and was at once shaken
by another unbearable fit of shivering. Mechanically he drew
from a chair beside him his old student's winter coat, which was
still warm though almost in rags, covered himself up with it and
once more sank into drowsiness and delirium. He lost conscious-
ness.
Not more than five minutes had passed when he jumped up a
second time, and at once pounced in a frenzy on his clothes
again.
"How could I go to sleep again with nothing done? Yes, yes;
I have not taken the loop off the armhole! I forgot it, forgot
a thing like that! Such a piece of evidence!"
He pulled off the noose, hurriedly cut it to pieces and threw
the bits among his linen under the pillow.
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