The elder now has begun influencing him, especially since he tried to hang himself.
But he'll come and tell me all himself.
You think he'll hold out?
Wait a bit, he'll take his words back.
I am waiting from hour to hour for him to come and abjure his evidence.
I have come to like that Nikolay and am studying him in detail.
And what do you think?
He-he!
He answered me very plausibly on some points, he obviously had collected some evidence and prepared himself cleverly. But on other points he is simply at sea, knows nothing and doesn't even suspect that he doesn't know!
"No, Rodion Romanovitch, Nikolay doesn't come in!
This is a fantastic, gloomy business, a modern case, an incident of to-day when the heart of man is troubled, when the phrase is quoted that blood 'renews,' when comfort is preached as the aim of life.
Here we have bookish dreams, a heart unhinged by theories. Here we see resolution in the first stage, but resolution of a special kind: he resolved to do it like jumping over a precipice or from a bell tower and his legs shook as he went to the crime.
He forgot to shut the door after him, and murdered two people for a theory.
He committed the murder and couldn't take the money, and what he did manage to snatch up he hid under a stone.
It wasn't enough for him to suffer agony behind the door while they battered at the door and rung the bell, no, he had to go to the empty lodging, half delirious, to recall the bell-ringing, he wanted to feel the cold shiver over again....
Well, that we grant, was through illness, but consider this: he is a murderer, but looks upon himself as an honest man, despises others, poses as injured innocence. No, that's not the work of a Nikolay, my dear Rodion Romanovitch!"
All that had been said before had sounded so like a recantation that these words were too great a shock.
Raskolnikov shuddered as though he had been stabbed.
"Then... who then... is the murderer?" he asked in a breathless voice, unable to restrain himself.
Porfiry Petrovitch sank back in his chair, as though he were amazed at the question.
"Who is the murderer?" he repeated, as though unable to believe his ears. "Why, _you_, Rodion Romanovitch!
You are the murderer," he added, almost in a whisper, in a voice of genuine conviction.
Raskolnikov leapt from the sofa, stood up for a few seconds and sat down again without uttering a word.
His face twitched convulsively.
"Your lip is twitching just as it did before," Porfiry Petrovitch observed almost sympathetically.
"You've been misunderstanding me, I think, Rodion Romanovitch," he added after a brief pause, "that's why you are so surprised.
I came on purpose to tell you everything and deal openly with you."
"It was not I murdered her," Raskolnikov whispered like a frightened child caught in the act.
"No, it was you, you Rodion Romanovitch, and no one else," Porfiry whispered sternly, with conviction.
They were both silent and the silence lasted strangely long, about ten minutes.
Raskolnikov put his elbow on the table and passed his fingers through his hair.
Porfiry Petrovitch sat quietly waiting.
Suddenly Raskolnikov looked scornfully at Porfiry.
"You are at your old tricks again, Porfiry Petrovitch!
Your old method again. I wonder you don't get sick of it!"
"Oh, stop that, what does that matter now?
It would be a different matter if there were witnesses present, but we are whispering alone.
You see yourself that I have not come to chase and capture you like a hare.
Whether you confess it or not is nothing to me now; for myself, I am convinced without it."
"If so, what did you come for?" Raskolnikov asked irritably.
"I ask you the same question again: if you consider me guilty, why don't you take me to prison?"
"Oh, that's your question!
I will answer you, point for point. In the first place, to arrest you so directly is not to my interest."
"How so?
If you are convinced you ought...."
"Ach, what if I am convinced?
That's only my dream for the time.
Why should I put you in safety?
You know that's it, since you ask me to do it.
If I confront you with that workman for instance and you say to him 'were you drunk or not?