21/57 "I can't help thinking you are still delirious." "I am delirious? Suspicious, eh ?" "Well, what is it ?" "You prick up your ears ?" "How do you mean--'prick up my ears' ?" "I'll explain that afterwards, but now, my boy, I declare to you... No, that's not right either; 'I make a deposition and you take it.' I depose that I was reading, that I was looking and searching...." he screwed up his eyes and paused. "I was searching--and came here on purpose to do it--for news of the murder of the old pawnbroker woman," he articulated at last, almost in a whisper, bringing his face exceedingly close to the face of Zametov. |