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He
dropped
the
axe
with
the
blade
in
the
water
,
snatched
a
piece
of
soap
that
lay
in
a
broken
saucer
on
the
window
,
and
began
washing
his
hands
in
the
bucket
.
When
they
were
clean
,
he
took
out
the
axe
,
washed
the
blade
and
spent
a
long
time
,
about
three
minutes
,
washing
the
wood
where
there
were
spots
of
blood
rubbing
them
with
soap
.
Then
he
wiped
it
all
with
some
linen
that
was
hanging
to
dry
on
a
line
in
the
kitchen
and
then
he
was
a
long
while
attentively
examining
the
axe
at
the
window
.
There
was
no
trace
left
on
it
,
only
the
wood
was
still
damp
.
He
carefully
hung
the
axe
in
the
noose
under
his
coat
.
Then
as
far
as
was
possible
,
in
the
dim
light
in
the
kitchen
,
he
looked
over
his
overcoat
,
his
trousers
and
his
boots
.
At
the
first
glance
there
seemed
to
be
nothing
but
stains
on
the
boots
.
He
wetted
the
rag
and
rubbed
the
boots
.
But
he
knew
he
was
not
looking
thoroughly
,
that
there
might
be
something
quite
noticeable
that
he
was
overlooking
.
He
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
lost
in
thought
.
Dark
agonising
ideas
rose
in
his
mind
—
the
idea
that
he
was
mad
and
that
at
that
moment
he
was
incapable
of
reasoning
,
of
protecting
himself
,
that
he
ought
perhaps
to
be
doing
something
utterly
different
from
what
he
was
now
doing
.
“
Good
God
!
”
he
muttered
“
I
must
fly
,
fly
,
”
and
he
rushed
into
the
entry
.
But
here
a
shock
of
terror
awaited
him
such
as
he
had
never
known
before
.
He
stood
and
gazed
and
could
not
believe
his
eyes
:
the
door
,
the
outer
door
from
the
stairs
,
at
which
he
had
not
long
before
waited
and
rung
,
was
standing
unfastened
and
at
least
six
inches
open
.
No
lock
,
no
bolt
,
all
the
time
,
all
that
time
!
The
old
woman
had
not
shut
it
after
him
perhaps
as
a
precaution
.
But
,
good
God
!
Why
,
he
had
seen
Lizaveta
afterwards
!
And
how
could
he
,
how
could
he
have
failed
to
reflect
that
she
must
have
come
in
somehow
!
She
could
not
have
come
through
the
wall
!
He
dashed
to
the
door
and
fastened
the
latch
.
“
But
no
,
the
wrong
thing
again
!
I
must
get
away
,
get
away
.
.
.
.
”
He
unfastened
the
latch
,
opened
the
door
and
began
listening
on
the
staircase
.
He
listened
a
long
time
.
Somewhere
far
away
,
it
might
be
in
the
gateway
,
two
voices
were
loudly
and
shrilly
shouting
,
quarrelling
and
scolding
.
“
What
are
they
about
?
”
He
waited
patiently
.
At
last
all
was
still
,
as
though
suddenly
cut
off
;
they
had
separated
.
He
was
meaning
to
go
out
,
but
suddenly
,
on
the
floor
below
,
a
door
was
noisily
opened
and
someone
began
going
downstairs
humming
a
tune
.
“
How
is
it
they
all
make
such
a
noise
?
”
flashed
through
his
mind
.
Once
more
he
closed
the
door
and
waited
.
At
last
all
was
still
,
not
a
soul
stirring
.
He
was
just
taking
a
step
towards
the
stairs
when
he
heard
fresh
footsteps
.
The
steps
sounded
very
far
off
,
at
the
very
bottom
of
the
stairs
,
but
he
remembered
quite
clearly
and
distinctly
that
from
the
first
sound
he
began
for
some
reason
to
suspect
that
this
was
someone
coming
there
,
to
the
fourth
floor
,
to
the
old
woman
.
Why
?
Were
the
sounds
somehow
peculiar
,
significant
?
The
steps
were
heavy
,
even
and
unhurried
.
Now
he
had
passed
the
first
floor
,
now
he
was
mounting
higher
,
it
was
growing
more
and
more
distinct
!
He
could
hear
his
heavy
breathing
.
And
now
the
third
storey
had
been
reached
.
Coming
here
!
And
it
seemed
to
him
all
at
once
that
he
was
turned
to
stone
,
that
it
was
like
a
dream
in
which
one
is
being
pursued
,
nearly
caught
and
will
be
killed
,
and
is
rooted
to
the
spot
and
cannot
even
move
one
’
s
arms
.
At
last
when
the
unknown
was
mounting
to
the
fourth
floor
,
he
suddenly
started
,
and
succeeded
in
slipping
neatly
and
quickly
back
into
the
flat
and
closing
the
door
behind
him
.
Then
he
took
the
hook
and
softly
,
noiselessly
,
fixed
it
in
the
catch
.
Instinct
helped
him
.
When
he
had
done
this
,
he
crouched
holding
his
breath
,
by
the
door
.
The
unknown
visitor
was
by
now
also
at
the
door
.
They
were
now
standing
opposite
one
another
,
as
he
had
just
before
been
standing
with
the
old
woman
,
when
the
door
divided
them
and
he
was
listening
.
