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- 254 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
painting there, didn't you notice them? It's very, very im^
portant for them."
"Painters? No, I didn't see them," Raskolnikov answered
slowly, as though ransacking his memory, while at the same
instant he was racking every nerve, almost swooning with anxi-
ety to conjecture as quickly as possible where the trap lay and
not to overlook anything. "No, I didn't see them, and I don't
think I noticed a flat like that open. . . . But on the fourth
storey" (he had mastered the trap now and was triumphant)
"I remember now that some one was moving out of thd flat
opposite Alyona Ivanovna's. ... I remember ... I remember
it clearly. Some porters were carrying out a sofa and they
squeezed me against the wall. But painters . . . no, I don't re-
member that there were any painters, and I don't think that
there was a flat open anywhere, no, there wasn't."
"What do you mean?" Razumihin shouted suddenly, as
though he had reflected and realised. "Why, it was on the day of
the murder the painters were at work, and he was there three
days before? What are you asking?"
"Foo! I have muddled it!" Porfiry slapped himself on the
forehead. "Deuce take it! This business is turning my brain!"
he addressed Raskolnikov somewhat apologetically. "It would
be such a great thing for us to find out whether any one had
seen them between seven and eight at the flat, so I fancied you
could perhaps have told us something. ... I quite muddled it."
"Then you should be more careful," Razximihin observed
grimly.
The last words were uttered in the passage. Porfiry Petrovitch
saw them to the door with excessive j>oliteness.
They went out into the street gloomy and sullen, and for
some steps they did not say a word. Raskolnikov drew a deep
breath.
CHAPTER VI
"I don't believe it, I can't believe it!" repeated Razumihin,
trying in perplexity to refute Raskolnikov's arguments.
They were by now approaching Bakaleyev's lodgings, where
Pulcheria Alexandrovna and Dovmia had been expecting them
a long while. Razumihin kept stopping on the way in the heat
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