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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 319
with a trivial, or at least an irrelevant subject, so as to encooirage,
or rather, to divert the man they are cross-examining, to dis-
arm his caution and then all at once to give him an unexpected
knock-down blow with some fatal question. Isn't that so? It's
a sacred tradition, mentioned, I fancy^ in all the manuals of the
art?"
"Yes, yes. . . . Why, do you imagine that was why I spoke
about government quarters . . . eh?"
And as he said this PorfiryPetrovitch screwed up his eyes and
winked; a good-humoured, crafty look passed over his face.
The wrinkles on his forehead were smoothed out, his eyes con-
tracted, hisfeatures broadened and he suddenly went ofif into a
nervous prolonged laugh, shaking all over and looking Raskolni-
kov straight in the face. The latter forced himself to laugh, too,
but when Porfiery, seeing that he was laughing, broke into such
a guffaw that he turned almost crimson, Raskolnikov's repulsion
overcame all precaution; he left off laughing, scowled and stared
with hatred at Porfiry, keeping his eyes fixed on him while hil
intentionally prolonged laughter lasted. There was lack of pre •
caution on both sides, however, for Porfiry Petrovitch seemed to
be laughing in his visitor's face and to be very little disturbed at
the annoyance with which the visitor received it. The latter fact
was very significant in Raskolnikov's eyes: he saw that Porfiry
Petrovitch had not b^en embarrassed just before either, but that
he, Raskolnikov, had perhaps fallen into a trap; that there must
be something, some motive here unknown to him; that, perhaps,
everything was in readiness and in another moment would
break upon him . . .
He went straight to the point at once, rose from his seat and
took his cap.
"Porfiry Petrovitch," he began resolutely, though with con-
siderable irritation, "yesterday you expressed a desire that I
should come to you for some inquiries (he laid special stress on
the word 'inquiries') . I have come and, if you have anything to
ask me, ask it, and if not, allow me to withdraw. I have no time
to spare. ... I have to be at the funeral of that man who was rvin
over, of whom you . . . know also," he added, feeling angry at
once at having made this addition and more irritated at his
anger, "1 am sick of it all, do you hear, and have long been. It's
partly what made me ill. In short," he shouted, feeling that the
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