All they had to do was to take the injured man to the police station and the hospital.

No one knew his name.
Meanwhile Raskolnikov had squeezed in and stooped closer over him.

The lantern suddenly lighted up the unfortunate man's face.

He recognised him.
"I know him! I know him!" he shouted, pushing to the front.

"It's a government clerk retired from the service, Marmeladov.