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- 132 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
that's what you are up to!' 'Take me,' he says, 'to such-and-such
a police oflficer; I'll confess everything.' "Well, they took him to
that police station — that is here — with a suitable escort. So they
asked him this and that, how .old he is, 'twenty-two,' and so on.
At the question, 'When you were working with Dmitri, didn't
you see any one on the staircase at such-and-such a time?' —
answer: 'To be sure folks may have gone up and down, but I
did not notice them.' 'And didn't you hear anything, any
noise, and so on?' 'We heard nothing special.' 'And did you hear,
Nikolay, that on the same day Widow So-and-so and her sister
were murdered and robbed?' 'I never knew a thing about it.
The first I heard of it was from Afanasy Pavlovitch the day
before yesterday.' 'And where did you find the ear-rings?' 'I
found them on the pavement.' 'Why didn't you go to work with
Dmitri the other day?' 'Because I was drinking.' And where
were you drinking?' 'Oh, in such and such a place.' 'Why did
you run away from Dushkin's?' 'Because I was awfully fright-
ened.' 'What were you frightened of?' 'That I should be ac-
cused.' 'How could you be frightened, if you felt free from
^ilt?* Now, Zossimov, you may not believe me, that question,
was put literally in those words. I know it for a fact, it was
repeated to me exactly! What do you say to that?"
"Well, anyway, there's the evidence."
"I am not talking of the evidence now, I am talking about
that question, of their own idea of themselves. Well, so they
squeezed and squeezed him and he confessed: 'I did not find it
in the street, but in the flat where I was painting with Dmitri.'
*And how was that?' 'Why, Dmitri and I were painting there
all day, and we were just getting ready to go, and Dmitri took
a brush and painted my face, and he ran off and I after him. I ran
after him, shouting my hardest, and at the bottom of the stairs
I ran right against the porter and some gentlemen — and how
many gentlemen were there I don't remember. And the porter
swore at me, and the other porter swore, too, and the porter's
wife came out, and swore at us, too; and a gentleman came into
the entry with a lady, and he swore at us, too, for Dmitri and
I lay right across the way. I got hold of Dmitri's hair and
knocked him down and began beating him. And Dmitri, too,
caught me by the hair and began beating me. But we did it all
not for temper, but in a friendly way, for sport. And then
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