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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 252
slder myself a Mahomet or a Napoleon, nor any personage of
that kind, and not being one of them I cannot tell you how I
should act."
"Oh, come, don't we all think ourselves Napoleons now in
Russia?" Porfiry Pevovitch said with alarming familiarity.
Something peculiar betrayed itself in the very intonation of
his voice.
"Perhaps it was one of these future Napoleons who did for
Alyona Ivanovna last week?" Zametov blurted out from thecorner.
Raskolnikov did not speak, but looked firmly and intently
at Porfiry. Razumihin was scowling gloomily. He seemed before
this to be noticing something. He looked angrily around. There
was a minute of gloomy silence. Raskolnikov turned to go.
"Are you going already?" Porfiry said amiably, holding out
his hand with excessive politeness. "Very, very glad of your ac-
quaintance. Asfor your request, have no uneasiness, write just
as I told you, or, better still, come to me there yourself in a day
or two . . . to-morrow, indeed. I shall be there at eleven o'clock
for certain. We'll arrange it all; we'll have a talk. As one of
the last to be there, you might perhaps be able to tell us some-
thing," headded with a most good-natured expression.
"You want to cross-examine me officially in due form?"
Raskolnikov asked sharply.
"Oh, why? That's not necessary for the present. You misun-
derstand me. I lose no opportunity, you see, and . . . I've talked
with all who had pledges. ... I obtained evidence from some of
them, and you are the last. . . . Yes, by the way," he cried,
seemingly suddenly delighted, "I just remember, what was I
thinking of?" he turned to Razumihin, "you were talking my
ears off about that Nikolay ... of course, I know, I know very
well," he turned to Raskolnikov, "that the fellow is innocent,
but what is one to do? We had to trouble Dmitri too. . . . This
is the point, this is all: when you went up the stairs it was past
seven, wasn't it?"
"Yes," answered Raskolnikov, with an unpleasant sensation
at the very moment he spoke that he need not have said it.
"Then when you went upstairs between seven and eight,
didn't you see in a flat that stood open on a second storey, do you
remember, two workmen or at least one of them? They were
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