"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 I gave 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 I told 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.
So that's where the envelope lay, in the corner behind the ikons.
It would have been absurd to keep it under the mattress; the box, anyway, could be locked.
But all believe it was under the mattress.