Page 366 of 1294

"You are talking of the murder of the old pawnbroker, I believe?"

Pyotr Petrovitch put in, addressing Zossimov. He was standing,

hat and gloves in hand, but before departing he felt disposed to

throw off a few more intellectual phrases. He was evidently

anxious to make a favourable impression and his vanity overcame

his prudence.

"Yes. You've heard of it?"

"Oh, yes, being in the neighbourhood."

"Do you know the details?"