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- 260 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
belfry of the church at V., the billiard table in a restaurant and
some oflScers playing billiards, the smell of cigars in some under-
ground tobacco shop, a tavern room, a back staircase quite dark,
all sloppy with dirty water and strewn with egg shells, and the
Sunday bells floating in from somewhere. . . . The images fol-
lowed one another, whirling like a hurricane. Some of them he
liked and tried to clutch at, but they faded and all the while
there was an oppression within him, but it was not overwhelm-
ing, sometimes it was even pleasant. . . . The slight shivering
still persisted, but that too was an almost pleasant sensation.
He heard the hurried footsteps of Razumihin; he closed his
eyes and pretended to be asleep. Razumihin opened the door
and stood for some time in the doorway as though hesitating,
then he stepped softly into the room and went cautiously to
the sofa. Raskolnikov heard Nastasya's whisper:
"Don't disturb him! Let him sleep. He can have his dinner
later."
"Quite so," answered Razumihin. Both withdrew carefully
and closed the door. Another half-hour passed. Raskolnikov
opened his eyes, turned on his back again, clasping his hands
behind his head.
"Who is he? Who is that man who sprang out of the earth?
Where was he, what did he see? He has seen it all, that's clear.
Where was he then? And from where did he see? Why has
he only now sprung out of the earth? And how could he see?
Is it possible? Hm . . ." continued Raskolnikov, turning cold
and shivering, "and the jewel case Nikolay found behind the
door — was that possible? A clue? You miss an infinitesimal
line and you can build it into a pyramid of evidence! A fly flew
by and saw it! Is it possible?" He felt with sudden loathing how
weak, how physically weak he had become. "I ought to have
known it," he thought with a bitter smile. "And how dared I,
knowing myself, knowing how I should be, take up an axe
and shed blood! I ought to have known beforehand. . . . Ah,
but I did know!" he whispered in despair. At times he came to
a standstill at some thought.
"No, those men are not made so. The real Master to whom
ull is permitted storms Toulon, makes a massacre in Paris,
jorgets an army in Egypt, wastes half a million men in the Mos-
cow expedition and gets off with a jest at Vilna. And altars are
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