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"Your hands keep twitching," observed Smerdyakov, and he deliberately unfolded the bundle himself.Under the wrapper were three packets of hundred-rouble notes.

"They are all here, all the three thousand roubles; you need not count them.Take them," Smerdyakov suggested to Ivan, nodding at the notes.Ivan sank back in his chair.He was as white as a handkerchief.

"You frightened me...with your stocking," he said, with a strange grin.

"Can you really not have known till now?" Smerdyakov asked once more.

"No, I did not know.I kept thinking of Dmitri.Brother, brother! Ach!" He suddenly clutched his head in both hands.

"Listen.Did you kill him alone? With my brother's help or without?""It was only with you, with your help, I killed him, and Dmitri Fyodorovitch is quite innocent.""All right, all right.Talk about me later.Why do I keep on trembling? I can't speak properly.""You were bold enough then.You said 'everything was lawful,'

and how frightened you are now," Smerdyakov muttered in surprise.

"Won't you have some lemonade? I'll ask for some at once.It's very refreshing.Only I must hide this first."And again he motioned at the notes.He was just going to get up and call at the door to Marya Kondratyevna to make some lemonade and bring it them, but, looking for something to cover up the notes that she might not see them, he first took out his handkerchief, and as it turned out to be very dirty, took up the big yellow book that Ivan had noticed at first lying on the table, and put it over the notes.The book was The Sayings of the Holy Father Isaac the Syrian.

Ivan read it mechanically.

"I won't have any lemonade," he said."Talk of me later.Sit down and tell me how you did it.Tell me all about it.""You'd better take off your greatcoat, or you'll be too hot."Ivan, as though he'd only just thought of it, took off his coat, and, without getting up from his chair, threw it on the bench.

"Speak, please, speak."

He seemed calmer.He waited, feeling sure that Smerdyakov would tell him all about it.

"How it was done?" sighed Smerdyakov."It was done in a most natural way, following your very words.""Of my words later," Ivan broke in again, apparently with complete self-possession, firmly uttering his words, and not shouting as before."Only tell me in detail how you did it.Everything, as it happened.Don't forget anything.The details, above everything, the details, I beg you.""You'd gone away, then I fell into the cellar.""In a fit or in a sham one?"

"A sham one, naturally.I shammed it all.I went quietly down the steps to the very bottom and lay down quietly, and as I lay down Igave a scream, and struggled, till they carried me out.""Stay! And were you shamming all along, afterwards, and in the hospital?""No, not at all.Next day, in the morning, before they took me to the hospital, I had a real attack and a more violent one than I've had for years.For two days I was quite unconscious.""All right, all right.Go on."

"They laid me on the bed.I knew I'd be the other side of the partition, for whenever I was ill, Marfa Ignatyevna used to put me there, near them.She's always been very kind to me, from my birth up.

At night I moaned, but quietly.I kept expecting Dmitri Fyodorovitch to come.""Expecting him? To come to you?"

"Not to me.I expected him to come into the house, for I'd no doubt that he'd come that night, for being without me and getting no news, he'd be sure to come and climb over the fence, as he used to, and do something.""And if he hadn't come?"

"Then nothing would have happened.I should never have brought myself to it without him.""All right, all right.speak more intelligibly, don't hurry; above all, don't leave anything out!""I expected him to kill Fyodor Pavlovitch.I thought that was certain, for I had prepared him for it...during the last few days....

He knew about the knocks, that was the chief thing.With his suspiciousness and the fury which had been growing in him all those days, he was bound to get into the house by means of those taps.

That was inevitable, so I was expecting him.""Stay," Ivan interrupted; "if he had killed him, he would have taken the money and carried it away; you must have considered that.

What would you have got by it afterwards? I don't see."0"But he would never have found the money.That was only what Itold him, that the money was under the mattress.But that wasn't true.

It had been lying in a box.And afterwards I suggested to Fyodor Pavlovitch, as I was the only person he trusted, to hide the envelope with the notes in the corner behind the ikons, for no one would have guessed that place, especially if they came in a hurry.