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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 257
"Yes, that is what he was reckoning on, that I should not
have time to reflect, and should be in a hurry to make the. most
likely answer, and so would forget that the workmen could
not have been there two days before."
"But how could you forget it?"
"Nothing easier. It is in just such stupid things clever people
are most easily caught. The more cunning a man is, the less he
suspects that he will be caught in a simple thing. The more
cunning a man is, the simpler the trap he must be caught in.
Porfiry is not such a fool as you think. . . ."
"He is a knave then, if that is so!"
Raskolnikov could not help laughing. But at the very mo-
ment, hewas struck by the strangeness of his own frankness,
and the eagerness with which he had made this explanation,
though he had kept up all the preceding conversation with
gloomy repulsion, obviously with a motive, from necessity.
"I am getting a relish for certain aspects!" he thought to
himself. But almost at the same instant, he became suddenly
imeasy, as though an unexpected and alarming idea had occurred
to him. His uneasiness kept on increasing. They had just reached
the entrance to Bakaleyev's.
"Go in alone!" said Raskolnikov suddenly. "I will be back
directly."
"WTiere are you going? Why, we are just here."
"I can't help it. ... I will come in half an hour.' Tell them."
"Say what you like, I will come with you."
"You, too, want to torture me!" he screamed, with such
bitter irritation, such despair in his eyes that Razumihin's hands
dropped. He stood for some time on the steps, looking gloomily
at Raskolnikov striding rapidly away in the direction of his
lodging. At last, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist, he
swore he would squeeze Porfiry like a lemon that very day, and
went up the stairs to reassure Pulcheria Alexandrovna, who was
by now alarmed at their long absence.
When Raskolnikov got home, his hair was soaked with sweat
and he was breathing heavily. He went rapidly up the stairs,
walked into his unlocked room and at once fastened the latch.
Then in senseless terror he rvished to the corner, to that hole
under the paper where he had put the thing; put his hand in,
and for some minutes felt carefully in the hole, in every crack
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