I　cannot　be　mistaken！〃
  〃I　am　lying？〃　Porfiry　repeated；　apparently　incensed；　but
  preserving　a　good…humoured　and　ironical　face；　as　though　he　were　not　in
  the　least　concerned　at　Raskolnikov's　opinion　of　him。　〃I　am　lying。。。
  but　how　did　I　treat　you　just　now；　I；　the　examining　lawyer？　Prompting
  you　and　giving　you　every　means　for　your　defence；　illness；　I　said；
  delirium；　injury；　melancholy　and　the　police　officers　and　all　the
  rest　of　it？　Ah！　He…he…he！　Though；　indeed；　all　those　psychological
  means　of　defence　are　not　very　reliable　and　cut　both　ways：　illness；
  delirium；　I　don't　remember…　that's　all　right；　but　why；　my　good　sir；　in
  your　illness　and　in　your　delirium　were　you　haunted　by　just　those
  delusions　and　not　by　any　others？　There　may　have　been　others；　eh？
  He…he…he！〃
  Raskolnikov　looked　haughtily　and　contemptuously　at　him。
  〃Briefly；〃　he　said　loudly　and　imperiously；　rising　to　his　feet　and　in
  so　doing　pushing　Porfiry　back　a　little；　〃briefly；　I　want　to　know；　do
  you　acknowledge　me　perfectly　free　from　suspicion　or　not？　Tell　me；
  Porfiry　Petrovitch；　tell　me　once　for　all　and　make　haste！〃
  〃What　a　business　I'm　having　with　you！〃　cried　Porfiry　with　a
  perfectly　good…humoured；　sly　and　composed　face。　〃And　why　do　you　want
  to　know；　why　do　you　want　to　know　so　much；　since　they　haven't　begun
  to　worry　you？　Why；　you　are　like　a　child　asking　for　matches！　And　why
  are　you　so　uneasy？　Why　do　you　force　yourself　upon　us；　eh？　He…he…he！〃
  〃I　repeat；〃　Raskolnikov　cried　furiously；　〃that　I　can't　put　up　with
  it！〃
  〃With　what？　Uncertainty？〃　interrupted　Porfiry。
  〃Don't　jeer　at　me！　I　won't　have　it！　I　tell　you　I　won't　have　it。　I
  can't　and　I　won't；　do　you　hear；　do　you　hear？〃　he　shouted；　bringing　his
  fist　down　on　the　table　again。
  〃Hush！　Hush！　They'll　overhear！　I　warn　you　seriously；　take　care　of
  yourself。　I　am　not　joking；〃　Porfiry　whispered；　but　this　time　there　was
  not　the　look　of　old　womanish　good…nature　and　alarm　in　his　face。　Now　he
  was　peremptory；　stern；　frowning　and　for　once　laying　aside　all
  mystification。
  But　this　was　only　for　an　instant。　Raskolnikov；　bewildered；
  suddenly　fell　into　actual　frenzy；　but；　strange　to　say；　he　again　obeyed
  the　command　to　speak　quietly；　though　he　was　in　a　perfect　paroxysm　of
  fury。
  〃I　will　not　allow　myself　to　be　tortured；〃　he　whispered；　instantly
  recognising　with　hatred　that　he　could　not　help　obeying　the　command　and
  driven　to　even　greater　fury　by　the　thought。　〃Arrest　me；　search　me；　but
  kindly　act　in　due　form　and　don't　play　with　me！　Don't　dare！〃
  〃Don't　worry　about　the　form；〃　Porfiry　interrupted　with　the　same
  sly　smile；　as　it　were；　gloating　with　enjoyment　over　Raskolnikov。　〃I
  invited　you　to　see　me　quite　in　a　friendly　way。〃
  〃I　don't　want　your　friendship　and　I　spit　on　it！　Do　you　hear？　And；
  here；　I　take　my　cap　and　go。　What　will　you　say　now　if　you　mean　to
  arrest　me？〃
  He　took　up　his　cap　and　went　to　the　door。
  〃And　won't　you　see　my　little　surprise？〃　chuckled　Porfiry；　again
  taking　him　by　the　arm　and　stopping　him　at　the　door。
  He　seemed　to　become　more　playful　and　good…humoured　which　maddened
  Raskolnikov。
  〃What　surprise？〃　he　asked；　standing　still　and　looking　at　Porfiry
  in　alarm。
  〃My　little　surprise；　it's　sitting　there　behind　the　door；　he…he…he！
  （He　pointed　to　the　locked　door。）　I　locked　him　in　that　he　should　not
  escape。〃
  〃What　is　it？　Where？　What？。。。〃
  Raskolnikov　walked　to　the　door　and　would　have　opened　it；　but　it
  was　locked。
  〃It's　locked；　here　is　the　key！〃
  And　he　brought　a　key　out　of　his　pocket。
  〃You　are　lying；〃　roared　Raskolnikov　without　restraint；　〃you　lie；　you
  damned　punchinello！〃　and　he　rushed　at　Porfiry　who　retreated　to　the
  other　door；　not　at　all　alarmed。
  〃I　understand　it　all！　You　are　lying　and　mocking　so　that　I　may　betray
  myself　to　you。。。〃
  〃Why；　you　could　not　betray　yourself　any　further；　my　dear　Rodion
  Romanovitch。　You　are　in　a　passion。　Don't　shout；　I　shall　call　the
  clerks。〃
  〃You　are　lying！　Call　the　clerks！　You　knew　I　was　ill　and　tried　to
  work　me　into　a　frenzy　to　make　me　betray　myself；　that　was　your
  object！　Produce　your　facts！　I　understand　it　all。　You've　no　evidence；
  you　have　only　wretched　rubbishly　suspicions　like　Zametov's！　You　knew
  my　character；　you　wanted　to　drive　me　to　fury　and　then　to　knock　me　down
  with　priests　and　deputies。。。。　Are　you　waiting　for　them？　eh！　What　are
  you　waiting　for？　Where　are　they？　Produce　them？〃
  〃Why　deputies；　my　good　man？　What　things　people　will　imagine！　And
  to　do　so　would　not　be　acting　in　form　as　you　say；　you　don't　know　the
  business；　my　dear　fellow。。。。　And　there's　no　escaping　form；　as　you
  see；〃　Porfiry　muttered；　listening　at　the　door　through　which　a　noise
  could　be　heard。
  〃Ah；　they're　coming；〃　cried　Raskolnikov。　〃You've　sent　for　them！
  You　expected　them！　Well；　produce　them　all：　your　deputies；　your
  witnesses；　what　you　like！。。。　I　am　ready！〃
  But　at　this　moment　a　strange　incident　occurred；　something　so
  unexpected　that　neither　Raskolnikov　nor　Porfiry　Petrovitch　could
  have　looked　for　such　a　conclusion　to　their　interview。
  Chapter　Six
  WHEN　HE　remembered　the　scene　afterwards；　this　is　how　Raskolnikov　saw
  it。
  The　noise　behind　the　door　increased；　and　suddenly　the　door　was
  opened　a　little。
  〃What　is　it？〃　cried　Porfiry　Petrovitch；　annoyed。　〃Why；　I　gave
  orders。。。〃
  For　an　instant　there　was　no　answer；　but　it　was　evident　that　there
  were　several　persons　at　the　door；　and　that　they　were　apparently
  pushing　somebody　back。
  〃What　is　it？〃　Porfiry　Petrovitch　repeated；　uneasily。
  〃The　prisoner　Nikolay　has　been　brought；〃　some　one　answered。
  〃He　is　not　wanted！　Take　him　away！　Let　him　wait！　What's　he　doing
  here？　How　irregular！〃　cried　Porfiry；　rushing　to　the　door。
  〃But　he。。。〃　began　the　same　voice；　and　suddenly　ceased。
  Two　seconds；　not　more；　were　spent　in　actual　struggle；　then　some
  one　gave　a　violent　shove；　and　then　a　man；　very　pale；　strode　into　the
  room。
  This　man's　appearance　was　at　first　sight　very　strange。　He　stared
  straight　before　him；　as　though　seeing　nothing。　There　was　a
  determined　gleam　in　his　eyes；　at　the　same　time　there　was　a　deathly
  pallor　in　his　face；　as　though　he　were　being　led　to　the　scaffold。　His
  white　lips　were　faintly　twitching。
  He　was　dressed　like　a　workman　and　was　of　medium　height；　very
  young；　slim；　his　hair　cut　in　round　crop；　with　thin　spare　features。　The
  man　whom　he　had　thrust　back　followed　him　into　the　room　and　succeeded
  in　seizing　him　by　the　shoulder；　he　was　a　warder；　but　Nikolay　pulled
  his　arm　away。
  Several　persons　crowded　inqui