My money, gentlemen? Certainly. I understand that that is necessary. Im surprised, indeed, that you havent inquired about it before. Its true I couldnt get away anywhere. Im sitting here where I can be seen. But heres my moneycount ittake it. Thats all, I think.
He turned it all out of his pockets; even the small changetwo pieces of twenty kopeckshe pulled out of his waistcoat pocket. They counted the money, which amounted to eight hundred and thirty-six roubles, and forty kopecks.
And is that all? asked the investigating lawyer.
You stated just now in your evidence that you spent three hundred roubles at Plotnikovs. You gave Perhotin ten, your driver twenty, here you lost two hundred, then
Nikolay Parfenovitch reckoned it all up. Mitya helped him readily. They recollected every farthing and included it in the reckoning. Nikolay Parfenovitch hurriedly added up the total.
With this eight hundred you must have had about fifteen hundred at first?
I suppose so, snapped Mitya.
How is it they all assert there was much more?
Let them assert it.
But you asserted it yourself.
Yes, I did, too.
We will compare all this with the evidence of other persons not yet examined. Dont be anxious about your money. It will be properly taken care of and be at your disposal at the conclusion of what is beginning if it appears, or so to speak, is proved that you have undisputed right to it. Well, and now
Nikolay Parfenovitch suddenly got up, and informed Mitya firmly that it was his duty and obligation to conduct a minute and thorough search of your clothes and everything else
By all means, gentlemen. Ill turn out all my pockets, if you like.
And he did, in fact, begin turning out his pockets.
It will be necessary to take off your clothes, too.
What! Undress! Ugh! Damn it! Wont you search me as I am? Cant you?
Its utterly impossible, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. You must take off your clothes.
As you like, Mitya submitted gloomily; only, please not here, but behind the curtains. Who will search them?
Behind the curtains, of course.
Nikolay Parfenovitch bent his head in assent. His small face wore an expression of peculiar solemnity.
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