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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 33^
"Then you come from that house?"
"I was standing at the gate with them . . . don't you remem-
ber? We have carried on our trade in that house for years past.
We cure and prepare hides, we take work home . . . most of all
I was vexed. ..."
And the whole scene of the day before yesterday in the gate-
way came clearly before Raskolnikov's mind; he recollected
that there had been several people there besides the porters,
women among them. He remembered one voice had suggested
taking him straight to the police station. He could not recall
the face of the speaker, and even now he did not recognise it,
but he remembered that he had turned round and made him
some answer. . . .
So this was the solution of yesterday's horror. The most
awful thought was that he had been actually almost lost, had
almost done for himself on account of such a trivial circum-
stance. Sothis man could tell nothing except his asking about
the flat and the bloodstains. So Porfiry, too, had nothing but
that delirium, no facts but this psychology which cuts both
ways, nothing positive. So if no more facts come to ligh> (and
they must not, they must not! ) then . . . then what can they do
to him? How can they convict him, even if they arrest him?
And Porfiry then had only just heard about the flat and had not
known about it before.
"Was it you who told Porfiry . . . that I'd been there?" he
cried, struck by a sudden idea.
"What Porfiry?"
"The head of the detective department?"
"Yes. The porters did not go there, but I went."
"To-day?"
"I got there two minutes before you. And I heard, I heard
it all, how he worried you."
"Where? What? When?"
"Why, in the next room. I was sitting there all the time."
"What? Why then, you were the surprise? But how could it
happen? Upon my word!"
"I saw that the porters did not want to do what I said,"
began the man; "for it's too late, said they, and maybe he'll be
angry that we did not come at the time. I was vexed and I lost
my sleep, and I began making inquiries. And finding out yes-
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