One of the things Pyotr Verhovensky came here for was to settle your business once for all, and he is fully authorised to do so, that is at the first good opportunity, to get rid of you, as a man who knows too much and might give them away.
I repeat that this is certain, and allow me to add that they are, for some reason, convinced that you are a spy, and that if you haven't informed against them yet, you will.

Is that true ?" Shatov made a wry face at hearing such a question asked in such a matter-of fact tone.
"If I were a spy, whom could I inform ?" he said angrily, not giving a direct answer.

"No, leave me alone, let me go to the devil!" he cried suddenly, catching again at his original idea, which agitated him violently.

Apparently it affected him more deeply than the news of his own danger.

"You, you, Stavrogin, how could you mix yourself up with such shameful, stupid, second-hand absurdity?
You a member of the society?
What an exploit for Stavrogin!" he cried suddenly, in despair.
He clasped his hands, as though nothing could be a bitterer and more inconsolable grief to him than such a discovery.
"Excuse me," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, extremely surprised, "but you seem to look upon me as a sort of sun, and on yourself as an insect in comparison.