Razumihin　kept　stopping　on　the　way　in　the　heat　of　discussion；　confused
  and　excited　by　the　very　fact　that　they　were　for　the　first　time
  speaking　openly　about　it。
  〃Don't　believe　it；　then！〃　answered　Raskolnikov；　with　a　cold；
  careless　smile。　〃You　were　noticing　nothing　as　usual；　but　I　was
  weighing　every　word。〃
  〃You　are　suspicious。　That　is　why　you　weighed　their　words。。。　h'm。。。
  certainly；　I　agree；　Porfiry's　tone　was　rather　strange；　and　still
  more　that　wretch　Zametov！。。。　You　are　right；　there　was　something
  about　him…　but　why？　Why？〃
  〃He　has　changed　his　mind　since　last　night。〃
  〃Quite　the　contrary！　If　they　had　that　brainless　idea；　they　would
  do　their　utmost　to　hide　it；　and　conceal　their　cards；　so　as　to　catch
  you　afterwards。。。。　But　it　was　all　impudent　and　careless。〃
  〃If　they　had　had　facts…　I　mean；　real　facts…　or　at　least　grounds
  for　suspicion；　then　they　would　certainly　have　tried　to　hide　their
  game；　in　the　hope　of　getting　more　（they　would　have　made　a　search
  long　ago　besides）。　But　they　have　no　facts；　not　one。　It　is　all
  mirage…　all　ambiguous。　Simply　a　floating　idea。　So　they　try　to　throw　me
  out　by　impudence。　And　perhaps；　he　was　irritated　at　having　no　facts；
  and　blurted　it　out　in　his　vexation…　or　perhaps　he　has　some　plan。。。
  he　seems　an　intelligent　man。　Perhaps　he　wanted　to　frighten　me　by
  pretending　to　know。　They　have　a　psychology　of　their　own；　brother。
  But　it　is　loathsome　explaining　it　all。　Stop！〃
  〃And　it's　insulting；　insulting！　I　understand　you。　But。。。　since　we
  have　spoken　openly　now　（and　it　is　an　excellent　thing　that　we　have　at
  last…　I　am　glad）　I　will　own　now　frankly　that　I　noticed　it　in　them　long
  ago；　this　idea。　Of　course　the　merest　hint　only…　an　insinuation…　but
  why　an　insinuation　even？　How　dare　they？　What　foundation　have　they？
  If　only　you　knew　how　furious　I　have　been。　Think　only！　Simply　because　a
  poor　student；　unhinged　by　poverty　and　hypochondria；　on　the　eve　of　a
  severe　delirious　illness　（note　that）；　suspicious；　vain；　proud；　who　has
  not　seen　a　soul　to　speak　to　for　six　months；　in　rags　and　in　boots
  without　soles；　has　to　face　some　wretched　policemen　and　put　up　with
  their　insolence；　and　the　unexpected　debt　thrust　under　his　nose；　the
  I。O。U。　presented　by　Tchebarov；　the　new　paint；　thirty　degrees　Reaumur
  and　a　stifling　atmosphere；　a　crowd　of　people；　the　talk　about　the
  murder　of　a　person　where　he　had　been　just　before；　and　all　that　on　an
  empty　stomach…　he　might　well　have　a　fainting　fit！　And　that；　that　is
  what　they　found　it　all　on！　Damn　them！　I　understand　how　annoying　it　is；
  but　in　your　place；　Rodya；　I　would　laugh　at　them；　or　better　still；　spit
  in　their　ugly　faces；　and　spit　a　dozen　times　in　all　directions。　I'd　hit
  out　in　all　directions；　neatly　too；　and　so　I'd　put　an　end　to　it。　Damn
  them！　Don't　be　downhearted。　It's　a　shame！〃
  〃He　really　has　put　it　well；　though；〃　Raskolnikov　thought。
  〃Damn　them？　But　the　cross…examination　again；　to…morrow？〃　he　said
  with　bitterness。　〃Must　I　really　enter　into　explanations　with　them？　I
  feel　vexed　as　it　is　that　I　condescended　to　speak　to　Zametov
  yesterday　in　the　restaurant。。。。〃
  〃Damn　it！　I　will　go　myself　to　Porfiry。　I　will　squeeze　it　out　of　him；
  as　one　of　the　family：　he　must　let　me　know　the　ins　and　outs　of　it
  all！　And　as　for　Zametov。。。〃
  〃At　last　he　sees　through　him！〃　thought　Raskolnikov。
  〃Stay！〃　cried　Razumihin；　seizing　him　by　the　shoulder　again。　〃Stay！
  you　were　wrong。　I　have　thought　it　out。　You　are　wrong！　How　was　that　a
  trap？　You　say　that　the　question　about　the　workmen　was　a　trap。　But　if
  you　had　done　that；　could　you　have　said　you　had　seen　them　painting
  the　flat。。。　and　the　workmen？　On　the　contrary；　you　would　have　seen
  nothing；　even　if　you　had　seen　it。　Who　would　own　it　against　himself？〃
  〃If　I　had　done　that　thing；　I　should　certainly　have　said　that　I　had
  seen　the　workmen　and　the　flat。〃　Raskolnikov　answered；　with
  reluctance　and　obvious　disgust。
  〃But　why　speak　against　yourself？〃
  〃Because　only　peasants；　or　the　most　inexperienced　novices　deny
  everything　flatly　at　examinations。　If　a　man　is　ever　so　little
  developed　and　experienced；　he　will　certainly　try　to　admit　all　the
  external　facts　that　can't　be　avoided；　but　will　seek　other　explanations
  of　them；　will　introduce　some　special；　unexpected　turn；　that　will
  give　them　another　significance　and　put　them　in　another　light。
  Porfiry　might　well　reckon　that　I　should　be　sure　to　answer　so；　and
  say　I　had　seen　them　to　give　an　air　of　truth；　and　then　make　some
  explanation。〃
  〃But　he　would　have　told　you　at　once；　that　the　workmen　could　not　have
  been　there　two　days　before；　and　that　therefore　you　must　have　been
  there　on　the　day　of　the　murder　at　eight　o'clock。　And　so　he　would
  have　caught　you　over　a　detail。〃
  〃Yes；　that　is　what　he　was　reckoning　on；　that　I　should　not　have
  time　to　reflect；　and　should　be　in　a　hurry　to　make　the　most　likely
  answer；　and　so　would　forget　that　the　workmen　could　not　have　been　there
  two　days　before。〃
  〃But　how　could　you　forget　it？〃
  〃Nothing　easier。　It　is　in　just　such　stupid　things　clever　people
  are　most　easily　caught。　The　more　cunning　a　man　is；　the　less　he
  suspects　that　he　will　be　caught　in　a　simple　thing。　The　more　cunning
  a　man　is；　the　simpler　the　trap　he　must　be　caught　in。　Porfiry　is　not
  such　a　fool　as　you　think。。。。〃
  〃He　is　a　knave　then；　if　that　is　so！〃
  Raskolnikov　could　not　help　laughing。　But　at　the　very　moment；　he
  was　struck　by　the　strangeness　of　his　own　frankness；　and　the
  eagerness　with　which　he　had　made　this　explanation；　though　he　had
  kept　up　all　the　preceding　conversation　with　gloomy　repulsion；
  obviously　with　a　motive；　from　necessity。
  〃I　am　getting　a　relish　for　certain　aspects！〃　he　thought　to
  himself。　But　almost　at　the　same　instant；　he　became　suddenly　uneasy；　as
  though　an　unexpected　and　alarming　idea　had　occurred　to　him。　His
  uneasiness　kept　on　increasing。　They　had　just　reached　the　entrance　to
  Bakaleyev's。
  〃Go　in　alone！〃　said　Raskolnikov　suddenly。　〃I　will　be　back　directly。〃
  〃Where　are　you　going？　Why；　we　are　just　here。〃
  〃I　can't　help　it。。。。　I　will　come　in　half　an　hour。　Tell　them。〃
  〃Say　what　you　like；　I　will　come　with　you。〃
  〃You；　too；　want　to　torture　me！〃　he　screamed；　with　such　bitter
  irritation；　such　despair　in　his　eyes　that　Razumihin's　hands　dropped。
  He　stood　for　some　time　on　the　steps；　looking　gloomily　at　Raskolnikov
  striding　rapidly　away　in　the　direction　of　his　lodging。　At　last；
  gritting　his　teeth　and　clenching　his　fist；　he　swore　he　would　squeeze
  Porfiry　like　a　lemon　that　very　day；　and　went　up　the　stairs　to　reassure
  Pulcheria　Alexandrovna；　who　was　by　now　alarmed　at　their　long　absence。
  When　Raskolnikov　got　home；　his　hair　was　soaked　with　sweat　and　he　was
  breathing　heavily。　He　went　rapidly　up　the　stairs；　walked　into　his
  unlocked　room　and　at　once　fastened　the　latch。　Then　in　senseless　terror
  he　rushed　to　the　corner；　to　that　hole　under　the　paper　where　he　had　put
  the　thing；　put　his　hand　in；　and　for　some　minutes　felt　carefully　in　the
  hole；　in　every　crack　and　fold　of　the　paper。　Finding　nothing；　he　got　up
  and　drew　a　deep　breath。　As　he　was　reaching　the　steps　of　Bakaleyev's；
  he　suddenly　fancied　that　something；　a　chain；　a　stud　or　even　a　bit　of
  paper　in　which　they　had　been　wrapped　with　the　old　woman's
  handwriting　on　it；　might　somehow　have　slipped　out　and　been　lost　in
  some　crack；　and　then　might　suddenly　turn　up　as　unexpected；
  conclusive　evidence　against　him。