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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 157
money or not. If he had no money and suddenly begins spending,
he must be the man. So that any child can mislead you."
"The fact is they always do that, though," answered Zame-
tov. "A man will commit a clever murder at the risk of his life
and then at once he goes drinking in a tavern. They are caught
sp)ending money, they are not all as cunning as you are. You
wouldn't go to a tavern, of course?"
Raskolnikov frowned and looked steadily at Zametov.
"You seem to enjoy the subject and would like to know how
I should behave in that case, too?" he asked with displeasure.
"I should like to," Zametov answered firmly and seriotisly.
Somewhat too much earnestness began to appear in his words
and looks.
"Very much?"
"Very much!"
"All right then. This is how I should behave," Raskolnikov
began, again bringing his face close to Zametov's, again staring
at him and speaking in a whisper, so that the latter positively
shuddered. "This is what I should have done. I should have
taken the money and jewels, I should have walked out of there
and have gone straight to some deserted place with fences
round it and scarcely any one to be seen, some kitchen garden
or place of that sort. I should have looked out beforehand some
stone weighing a hundredweight or more which had been lying
in the corner from the time the house was built. I would lift
that stone — there would sure to be a hollow under it, and I
would put the jewels and money in that hole. Then I'd roll the
stone back so that it would look as before, would press it down
with my foot and walk away. And for a year or two, three may-
be, Iwould not touch it. And, well, they could search! There'd
be no trace."
"You are a madman," said Zametov, and for some reason
he too spoke in a whisper, and moved away from Raskolnikov,
whose eyes were glittering. He had turned fearfully pale and
his upper Up was twitching and quivering. He bent down as
close as possible to Zametov, and his lips began to move without
uttering a word. This lasted for half a minute; he knew what
he was doing, but could not restrain himself. The terrible word
trembled on his lips, like the latch on that door; in another
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