I jumped up and began walking about the room in great agitation. Kamyshev looked out of the door and closed it tight. By this precaution he gave himself away.
“What are you afraid of?” I asked.
Kamyshev became confused, coughed and shrugged his shoulders.
“I'm not afraid of anything, I only.… only looked—looked out of the door. So you wanted this too! Well, now tell me!”
“May I put you some questions?”
“As many as you like.”
“I warn you that I am no magistrate, and I am no master in cross-examination; do not expect order or system, and therefore please do not disconcert or puzzle me. First tell me where you disappeared after you had left the clearing on which the shooting party was feasting?”
“In the novel it is mentioned: I went home.”
“In the novel the description of the way you went is carefully effaced. Did you not go through the forest?”
“Yes.”