"We've done what we could in your interest, Dmitri Fyodorovitch," Nikolay Parfenovitch went on, "but having received from you such an uncompromising refusal to explain to us the source from which you obtained the money found upon you, we are, at the present moment-""What is the stone in your ring?" Mitya interrupted suddenly, as though awakening from a reverie.He pointed to one of the three large rings adorning Nikolay Parfenovitch's right hand.
"Ring?" repeated Nikolay Parfenovitch with surprise.
"Yes, that one...on your middle finger, with the little veins in it, what stone is that?" Mitya persisted, like a peevish child.
"That's a smoky topaz," said Nikolay Parfenovitch, smiling."Would you like to look at it? I'll take it off...""No, don't take it off," cried Mitya furiously, suddenly waking up, and angry with himself."Don't take it off...there's no need....Damn it!...Gentlemen, you've sullied my heart! Can you suppose that I would conceal it from you, if I had really killed my father, that I would shuffle, lie, and hide myself? No, that's not like Dmitri Karamazov, that he couldn't do, and if I were guilty, Iswear I shouldn't have waited for your coming, or for the sunrise as Imeant at first, but should have killed myself before this, without waiting for the dawn! I know that about myself now.I couldn't have learnt so much in twenty years as I've found out in this accursed night!...And should I have been like this on this night, and at this moment, sitting with you, could I have talked like this, could I have moved like this, could I have looked at you and at the world like this, if I had really been the murderer of my father, when the very thought of having accidentally killed Grigory gave me no peace all night- not from fear- oh, not simply from fear of your punishment!
The disgrace of it! And you expect me to be open with such scoffers as you, who see nothing and believe in nothing, blind moles and scoffers, and to tell you another nasty thing I've done, another disgrace, even if that would save me from your accusation! No, better Siberia!
The man who opened the door to my father and went in at that door, he killed him, he robbed him.Who was he? I'm racking my brains and can't think who.But I can tell you it was not Dmitri Karamazov, and that's all I can tell you, and that's enough, enough, leave me alone....Exile me, punish me, but don't bother me any more.I'll 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 open-that 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, "it's a barefaced lie.He couldn't have seen the door open because it was shut.He's lying!""I consider it my duty to repeat that he is firm in his statement.
He does not waver.He adheres to it.We've cross-examined him several times.""Precisely.I have cross-examined him several times," Nikolay Parfenovitch confirmed warmly.
"It's false, false! It's either an attempt to slander me, or the hallucination of a madman," Mitya still shouted."He's simply raving, from loss of blood, from the wound.He must have fancied it when he came to....He's 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 it's false, it's false! It can't be so! He's slandering me from spite....He couldn't have seen it...I didn't 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 father's, the envelope that contained the three thousand roubles...and if there's inscribed on it, allow me, 'For my little chicken'...yes- three thousand!" he shouted, "do you see, three thousand, do you see?""Of course, we see.But we didn't find the money in it.It was empty, and lying on the floor by the bed, behind the screen."For some seconds Mitya stood as though thunderstruck.
