Grigory and Smerdyakov ran into the room after Dmitri. They had been struggling with him in the passage, refusing to admit him, acting on instructions given them by Fyodor Pavlovitch some days before. Taking advantage of the fact that Dmitri stopped a moment on entering the room to look about him, Grigory ran round the table, closed the double doors on the opposite side of the room leading to the inner apartments, and stood before the closed doors, stretching wide his arms, prepared to defend the entrance, so to speak, with the last drop of his blood. Seeing this, Dmitri uttered a scream rather than a shout and rushed at Grigory.
Then shes there! Shes hidden there! Out of the way, scoundrel!
He tried to pull Grigory away, but the old servant pushed him back. Beside himself with fury, Dmitri struck out, and hit Grigory with all his might. The old man fell like a log, and Dmitri, leaping over him broke in the door. Smerdyakov remained pale and trembling at the other end of the room, huddling close to Fyodor Pavlovitch.
Shes here! shouted Dmitri. I saw her turn towards the house just now, but I couldnt catch her. Where is she? Where is she?
That shout, Shes here! produced an indescribable effect on Fyodor Pavlovitch. All his terror left him.
Hold him! Hold him! he cried, and dashed after Dmitri. Meanwhile Grigory had got up from the floor, but still seemed stunned. Ivan and Alyosha ran after their father. In the third room something was heard to fall on the floor with a ringing crash: it was a large glass vasenot an expensive oneon a marble pedestal which Dmitri had upset as he ran past it.
At him! shouted the old man. Help!
Ivan and Alyosha caught the old man and were forcibly bringing him back.
Why do you run after him? Hell murder you outright, Ivan cried wrathfully at his father.
Ivan! Alyosha! She must be here. Grushenkas here. He said he saw her himself, running.
He was choking. He was not expecting Grushenka at the time, and the sudden news that she was here made him beside himself. He was trembling all over. He seemed frantic.
But youve seen for yourself that she hasnt come, cried Ivan.
But she may have come by that other entrance.
You know that entrance is locked, and you have the key.
Dmitri suddenly reappeared in the drawing-room. He had, of course, found the other entrance locked, and the key actually was in Fyodor Pavlovitchs pocket. The windows of all the rooms were also closed so Grushenka could not have come in anywhere nor have run out anywhere.
Hold him! shrieked Fyodor Pavlovitch, as soon as he saw him again. Hes been stealing money in my bedroom. And tearing himself from Ivan he rushed again at Dmitri. But Dmitri threw up both hands and suddenly clutched the old man by the two tufts of hair that remained on his temples, tugged at them, and flung him with a crash on the floor. He kicked him two or three times with his heel in the face. The old man moaned shrilly. Ivan, though not so strong as Dmitri, threw his arms round him, and with all his might pulled him away. Alyosha helped him with his slender strength, holding Dmitri in front.
Madman! Youve killed him! cried Ivan.
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