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"I came to see you the day before yesterday, in the evening; you didn't know?" Porfiry Petrovitch went on, looking round the room. "I came into this very room. I was passing by, just as I did to-day, and I thought I'd return your call. I walked in as your door was wide open, I looked round, waited and went out without leaving my name with your servant. Don't you lock your door?"
Here you are... in our domain"... began Porfiry, holding out both hands to him. "Come, sit down, old man... or perhaps you don't like to be called 'my dear fellow' and 'old man! tout court? Please don't think it too familiar.... Here, on the sofa." Raskolnikov sat down, keeping his eyes fixed on him.
"But what will you say to-morrow?" he thought to himself. Strange to say, till that moment it had never occurred to him to wonder what Razumihin would think when he knew. As he thought it, Raskolnikov looked at him. Razumihin's account of his visit to Porfiry had very little interest for him, so much had come and gone since then.
"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?
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 anyone had seen them between seven and eight at the flat, so I fancied you could perhaps have told us something.... I quite muddled it."
The thought that Porfiry believed him to be innocent began to make him uneasy. "It's scarcely necessary to go over everything in detail," Porfiry Petrovitch went on. "Indeed, I could scarcely attempt it. To begin with there were rumours. Through whom, how, and when those rumours came to me... and how they affected you, I need not go into.
Porfiry hastened to reply that he had given the money, as he had been instructed, “from an unknown benefactress.” “Get up, my dear boy,” the elder went on to Alyosha. “Let me look at you. Have you been home and seen your brother?” It seemed strange to Alyosha that he asked so confidently and precisely, about one of his brothers only—but which one?
That may well have been the starting-point of illness. Well, bother it all!... And, by the way, that Zametov certainly is a nice fellow, but hm... he shouldn't have told all that last night. He is an awful chatterbox!" "But whom did he tell it to? You and me?" "And Porfiry." "What does that matter?" "And, by the way, have you any influence on them, his mother and sister?
He still stared at him as he said this and again there was a light of intense hatred in his eyes. "You keep lying," he said. "You know perfectly well that the best policy for the criminal is to tell the truth as nearly as possible... to conceal as little as possible. I don't believe you!" "What a wily person you are!" Porfiry tittered, "there's no catching you; you've a perfect monomania.
"Well, you may abuse me, be angry with me if you like," Porfiry Petrovitch began again, "but I can't resist. There is just one little notion I want to express, simply that I may not forget it." "Very good, tell me your little notion," Raskolnikov stood waiting, pale and grave before him.
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