Varvara Petrovna looked at him searchingly and did not question him.
The carriage was got ready instantly.
Varvara Petrovna set off with Dasha.
They say that she kept crossing herself on the journey.
In Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch's wing of the house all the doors were open and he was nowhere to be seen.
"Wouldn't he be upstairs?" Fomushka ventured.
It was remarkable that several servants followed Varvara Petrovna while the others all stood waiting in the drawing-room.
They would never have dared to commit such a breach of etiquette before.
Varvara Petrovna saw it and said nothing.
They went upstairs.
There there were three rooms; but they found no one there.
"Wouldn't his honour have gone up there?" someone suggested, pointing to the door of the loft.
And in-fact, the door of the loft which was always closed had been opened and was standing ajar.
The loft was right under the roof and was reached by a long, very steep and narrow wooden ladder.
There was a sort of little room up there too.
"I am not going up there.
Why should he go up there?" said Varvara Petrovna, turning terribly pale as she looked at the servants.
They gazed back at her and said nothing.
Dasha was trembling.
Varvara Petrovna rushed up the ladder; Dasha followed, but she had hardly entered the loft when she uttered a scream and fell senseless.
The citizen of the canton of Uri was hanging there behind the door.
On the table lay a piece of paper with the words in pencil:
"No one is to blame, I did it myself."
Beside it on the table lay a hammer, a piece of soap, and a large nail—obviously an extra one in case of need.
The strong silk cord upon which Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch had hanged himself had evidently been chosen and prepared beforehand and was thickly smeared with soap.
Everything proved that there had been premeditation and consciousness up to the last moment.
At the inquest our doctors absolutely and emphatically rejected all idea of insanity.