I began putting them together, expecting Dmitri to come, and there in the passage, in the corner by the door, I stepped on the box.

I saw it lying there wrapped up in paper.

I took off the paper, saw some little hooks, undid them, and in the box were the ear-rings....'" "Behind the door?
Lying behind the door?
Behind the door ?" Raskolnikov cried suddenly, staring with a blank look of terror at Razumihin, and he slowly sat up on the sofa, leaning on his hand.
"Yes...

why?
What's the matter?
What's wrong ?" Razumihin, too, got up from his seat.
"Nothing," Raskolnikov answered faintly, turning to the wall.

All were silent for a while.
"He must have waked from a dream," Razumihin said at last, looking inquiringly at Zossimov.