Here was the room.  All was quiet, and no one had, apparently, disturbed it—­not even Nastasia.  But, heavens! how could he have left all those things where they were?  He rushed to the corner, pushed his hands behind the paper, took out the things, and thrust them in his pockets.  There were eight articles in all:  two little boxes with earrings or something of that description, then four little morocco cases; a chain wrapped up in paper, and something else done up in a common piece of newspaper—­possibly a decoration.  Raskolnikoff distributed these, together with the purse, about his person, in order to make them less noticeable, and quitted the room again.  All the time he had left the door wide open.  He went away hurriedly, fearing pursuit.  Perhaps in a few minutes orders would be issued to hunt him down, so he must hide all traces of his theft at once; and he would do so while he had strength and reason left him.  But where should he go?

This had been long decided.  Throw the lot in the canal and the matter would be at an end!  So he had resolved in that night of delirium, when he cried out, “Quick, quick! throw all away!” But this was not so easy.  He wandered to the quays of the Catherine Canal, and lingered there for half an hour.  Here a washing raft lay where he had thought of sinking his spoil, or there boats were moored, and everywhere people swarmed.  Then, again, would the cases sink?  Would they not rather float?  No, this would not do.  He would go to the Neva; there would be fewer people there and more room, and it would be more convenient.  He recognized that he had been wandering about for fully half an hour, and in dangerous places.  He must make haste.  He made his way to the river, but soon came to another standstill.  Why in the Neva?  Why in the water at all?  Better some solitary place in a wood, or under some bushes.  Dig a hole and bury them!  He felt he was not in a condition to deliberate clearly and soundly, but this idea appeared the best.

This idea also, however, was not destined to be realized, and another took its place.  As he passed the V——­ Prospect, he suddenly noticed on the left an entrance into a court, which was surrounded entirely by high walls.  On the right, a long way up the court, rose the side of a huge four-storied building.  To the left, parallel with the walls of the house, and commencing immediately at the gate, there ran a wooden boarding of about twenty paces down the court.  Then came a space where a lot of rubbish was deposited; while farther down, at the bottom of the court, was a shed, apparently part of some workshop, possibly that of a carpenter or coach builder.  Everything appeared as black as coal dust.  Here was the very place, he thought; and, after looking round, went up the court.  Behind the door he espied a large unworked stone, weighing about fifty pounds, which lay close up against the hoarding.  No one could see him where he stood; he was entirely free from observation.  He bent down to the stone, managed to turn it over after considerable effort, and found underneath a small cavity.  He threw in the cases, and then the purse on the top of all.  The stone was not perceptibly higher when he had replaced it, and little traces of its having been moved could be noticed.  So he pressed some earth against the edges with his foot, and made off.