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my father and went in at that door, he killed him, he robbed him. Who was heIm racking my brains and cant think who. But I can tell you it was not Dmitri Karamazov, and thats all I can tell you, and thats enough, enough, leave me alone. Exile me, punish me, but dont bother me any more. Ill say no more. Call your witnesses! Mitya uttered his sudden monologue as though he were determined to be absolutely silent for the future. The prosecutor watched him the whole time and only when he had ceased speaking, observed, as though it were the most ordinary thing, with the most frigid and composed air: Oh, about the open door of which you spoke just now, we may as well inform you, by the way, now, of a very interesting piece of evidence of the greatest importance both to you and to us, that has been given us by Grigory, the old man you wounded. On his recovery, he clearly and emphatically stated, in reply to our questions, that when, on coming out to the steps, and hearing a noise in the garden, he made up his mind to go into it through the little gate which stood open, before he noticed you running, as you have told us already, in the dark from the open window where you saw your father, he, Grigory, glanced to the left, and, while noticing the open window, observed at the same time, much nearer to him, the door, standing wide openthat door which you have stated to have been shut the whole time you were in the garden. I will not conceal from you that Grigory himself confidently affirms and bears witness that you must have run from that door, though, of course, he did not see you do so with his own eyes, since he only noticed you first some distance away in the garden, running towards the fence. Mitya had leapt up from his chair half way through this speech. Nonsense! he yelled, in a sudden frenzy, its a bare-faced lie. He couldnt have seen the door open because it was shut. Hes lying! I consider it my duty to repeat that he is firm in his statement. He does not waver. He adheres to it. Weve cross-examined him several times. Precisely. I have cross-examined him several times, Nikolay Parfenovitch confirmed warmly. Its false, false! Its either an attempt to slander me, or the hallucination of a madman, Mitya still shouted. Hes simply raving, from loss of blood, from the wound. He must have fancied it when he came to. Hes raving. Yes, but he noticed the open door, not when he came to after his injuries, but before that, as soon as he went into the garden from the lodge. But its false, its false! It cant be so! Hes slandering me from spite. He couldnt have seen it I didnt come from the door, gasped Mitya. The prosecutor turned to Nikolay Parfenovitch and said to him impressively: Confront him with it. Do you recognise this object? Nikolay Parfenovitch laid upon the table a large and thick official envelope, on which three seals still remained intact. The envelope was empty, and slit open at one end. Mitya stared at it with open eyes. It it must be that envelope of my fathers, the envelope that contained the three thousand roubles and if theres inscribed on it, allow me for my little chicken yesthree thousand! he shouted, do you see, three thousand, do you see? Of course, we see. But we didnt find the money in it. It was empty, and lying on the floor by the bed, behind the screen. |
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