The latter slightly shook his head.
"Well, go on," said Zossimov.

"What next ?" "What next?
As soon as he saw the ear-rings, forgetting Dmitri and everything, he took up his cap and ran to Dushkin and, as we know, got a rouble from him.

He told a lie saying he found them in the street, and went off drinking.

He keeps repeating his old story about the murder: 'I know nothing of it, never heard of it till the day before yesterday.' 'And why didn't you come to the police till now ?' 'I was frightened.' 'And why did you try to hang yourself ?' 'From anxiety.' 'What anxiety ?' 'That I should be accused of it.' Well, that's the whole story.

And now what do you suppose they deduced from that ?" "Why, there's no supposing.