Razumihin）　that　I　sanction　bloodshed。　Society　is　too　well　protected　by
  prisons；　banishment；　criminal　investigators；　penal　servitude。
  There's　no　need　to　be　uneasy。　You　have　but　to　catch　the　thief。〃
  〃And　what　if　we　do　catch　him？〃
  〃Then　he　gets　what　he　deserves。〃
  〃You　are　certainly　logical。　But　what　of　his　conscience？〃
  〃Why　do　you　care　about　that？〃
  〃Simply　from　humanity。〃
  〃If　he　has　a　conscience　he　will　suffer　for　his　mistake。　That　will　be
  his　punishment…　as　well　as　the　prison。〃
  〃But　the　real　geniuses；〃　asked　Razumihin　frowning；　〃those　who　have
  the　right　to　murder？　Oughtn't　they　to　suffer　at　all　even　for　the　blood
  they've　shed？〃
  〃Why　the　word　ought？　It's　not　a　matter　of　permission　or　prohibition。
  He　will　suffer　if　he　is　sorry　for　his　victim。　Pain　and　suffering　are
  always　inevitable　for　a　large　intelligence　and　a　deep　heart。　The
  really　great　men　must；　I　think；　have　great　sadness　on　earth；〃　he　added
  dreamily；　not　in　the　tone　of　the　conversation。
  He　raised　his　eyes；　looked　earnestly　at　them　all；　smiled；　and　took
  his　cap。　He　was　too　quiet　by　comparison　with　his　manner　at　his
  entrance；　and　he　felt　this。　Every　one　got　up。
  〃Well；　you　may　abuse　me；　be　angry　with　me　if　you　like；〃　Porfiry
  Petrovitch　began　again；　〃but　I　can't　resist。　Allow　me　one　little
  question　（I　know　I　am　troubling　you）。　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。
  〃Well；　you　see。。。　I　really　don't　know　how　to　express　it　properly。。。。
  It's　a　playful；　psychological　idea。。。。　When　you　were　writing　your
  article；　surely　you　couldn't　have　helped；　he…he；　fancying
  yourself。。。　just　a　little；　an　'extraordinary'　man；　uttering　a　new　word
  in　your　sense。。。。　That's　so；　isn't　it？〃
  〃Quite　possibly；〃　Raskolnikov　answered　contemptuously。
  Razumihin　made　a　movement。
  〃And；　if　so；　could　you　bring　yourself　in　case　of　worldly
  difficulties　and　hardship　or　for　some　service　to　humanity…　to　overstep
  obstacles？。。。　For　instance；　to　rob　and　murder？〃
  And　again　he　winked　with　his　left　eye；　and　laughed　noiselessly
  just　as　before。
  〃If　I　did　I　certainly　should　not　tell　you；〃　Raskolnikov　answered
  with　defiant　and　haughty　contempt。
  〃No；　I　was　only　interested　on　account　of　your　article；　from　a
  literary　point　of　view。。。〃
  〃Foo；　how　obvious　and　insolent　that　is；〃　Raskolnikov　thought　with
  repulsion。
  〃Allow　me　to　observe；〃　he　answered　dryly；　〃that　I　don't　consider
  myself　a　Mahomet　or　a　Napoleon；　nor　any　personage　of　that　kind；　and
  not　being　one　of　them　I　cannot　tell　you　how　I　should　act。〃
  〃Oh；　come；　don't　we　all　think　ourselves　Napoleons　now　in　Russia？〃
  Porfiry　Petrovitch　said　with　alarming　familiarity。
  Something　peculiar　betrayed　itself　in　the　very　intonation　of　his
  voice。
  〃Perhaps　it　was　one　of　these　future　Napoleons　who　did　for　Alyona
  Ivanovna　last　week？〃　Zametov　blurted　out　from　the　corner。
  Raskolnikov　did　not　speak；　but　looked　firmly　and　intently　at
  Porfiry。　Razumihin　was　scowling　gloomily。　He　seemed　before　this　to
  be　noticing　something。　He　looked　angrily　around。　There　was　a　minute　of
  gloomy　silence。　Raskolnikov　turned　to　go。
  〃Are　you　going　already？〃　Porfiry　said　amiably；　holding　out　his
  hand　with　excessive　politeness。　〃Very；　very　glad　of　your　acquaintance。
  As　for　your　request；　have　no　uneasiness；　write　just　as　I　told　you；　or；
  better　still；　come　to　me　there　yourself　in　a　day　or　two。。。
  to…morrow；　indeed。　I　shall　be　there　at　eleven　o'clock　for　certain。
  We'll　arrange　it　all；　we'll　have　a　talk。　As　one　of　the　last　to　be
  there；　you　might　perhaps　be　able　to　tell　us　something；〃　he　added
  with　a　most　good…natured　expression。
  〃You　want　to　cross…examine　me　officially　in　due　form？〃　Raskolnikov
  asked　sharply。
  〃Oh；　why？　That's　not　necessary　for　the　present。　You　misunderstand
  me。　I　lose　no　opportunity；　you　see；　and。。。　I've　talked　with　all　who
  had　pledges。。。。　I　obtained　evidence　from　some　of　them；　and　you　are　the
  last。。。。　Yes；　by　the　way；〃　he　cried；　seemingly　suddenly　delighted；
  〃I　just　remember；　what　was　I　thinking　of？〃　he　turned　to　Razumihin；
  〃you　were　talking　my　ears　off　about　that　Nikolay。。。　of　course；　I　know；
  I　know　very　well；〃　he　turned　to　Raskolnikov；　〃that　the　fellow　is
  innocent；　but　what　is　one　to　do？　We　had　to　trouble　Dmitri　too。。。。　This
  is　the　point；　this　is　all：　when　you　went　up　the　stairs　it　was　past
  seven；　wasn't　it？〃
  〃Yes；〃　answered　Raskolnikov；　with　an　unpleasant　sensation　at　the
  very　moment　he　spoke　that　he　need　not　have　said　it。
  〃Then　when　you　went　upstairs　between　seven　and　eight；　didn't　you　see
  in　a　flat　that　stood　open　on　a　second　storey；　do　you　remember；　two
  workmen　or　at　least　one　of　them？　They　were　painting　there；　didn't
  you　notice　them？　It's　very；　very　important　for　them。〃
  〃Painters？　No；　I　didn't　see　them；〃　Raskolnikov　answered　slowly；　as
  though　ransacking　his　memory；　while　at　the　same　instant　he　was　racking
  every　nerve；　almost　swooning　with　anxiety　to　conjecture　as　quickly
  as　possible　where　the　trap　lay　and　not　to　overlook　anything。　〃No；　I
  didn't　see　them；　and　I　don't　think　I　noticed　a　flat　like　that　open。。。。
  But　on　the　fourth　storey〃　（he　had　mastered　the　trap　now　and　was
  triumphant）　〃I　remember　now　that　some　one　was　moving　out　of　the　flat
  opposite　Alyona　Ivanovna's。。。。　I　remember。。。　I　remember　it　clearly。
  Some　porters　were　carrying　out　a　sofa　and　they　squeezed　me　against　the
  wall。　But　painters。。。　no；　I　don't　remember　that　there　were　any
  painters；　and　I　don't　think　that　there　was　a　flat　open　anywhere；　no；
  there　wasn't。〃
  〃What　do　you　mean？〃　Razumihin　shouted　suddenly；　as　though　he　had
  reflected　and　realised。　〃Why；　it　was　on　the　day　of　the　murder　the
  painters　were　at　work；　and　he　was　there　three　days　before？　What　are
  you　asking？〃
  〃Foo！　I　have　muddled　it！〃　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　any　one　had　seen　them　between　seven　and
  eight　at　the　flat；　so　I　fancied　you　could　perhaps　have　told　us
  something。。。。　I　quite　muddled　it。〃
  〃Then　you　should　be　more　careful；〃　Razumihin　observed　grimly。
  The　last　words　were　uttered　in　the　passage。　Porfiry　Petrovitch　saw
  them　to　the　door　with　excessive　politeness。
  They　went　out　into　the　street　gloomy　and　sullen；　and　for　some
  steps　they　did　not　say　a　word。　Raskolnikov　drew　a　deep　breath。
  Chapter　Six
  〃I　DON'T　BELIEVE　it；　I　can't　believe　it！〃　repeated　Razumihin；　trying
  in　perplexity　to　refute　Raskolnikov's　arguments。
  They　were　by　now　approaching　Bakaleyev's　lodgings；　where　Pulcheria
  Alexandrovna　and　Dounia　had　been　expecting　them　a　long　while。
  Razumihin　kept　stopping　on　the　way　in　the　heat　of　discussion；　confused
  and　excited　by　the　very　fact　th