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"But what object had you in view in arming yourself with such a
weapon?"
"What object? No object. I just picked it up and ran off."
"What for, if you had no object?"
Mitya's wrath flared up. He looked intently at "the boy" and
smiled gloomily and malignantly. He was feeling more and more
ashamed at having told "such people" the story of his jealousy so
sincerely and spontaneously.
"Bother the pestle!" broke from him suddenly.
"But still-"
"Oh, to keep off dogs... Oh, because it was dark.... In case
anything turned up."
"But have you ever on previous occasions taken a weapon with you
when you went out, since you're afraid of the dark?" . . .
"Well, upon my word, gentlemen! Yes, I took the pestle.... What
does one pick things up for at such moments? I don't know what for.
I snatched it up and ran- that's all. "
Dmitri has any number of answers for the police, but his interrogators can't understand how this is possible. They miss the point that Dostoevsky is trying to make. They're believe that this is simply a murder mystery where one culprit has one motive which leads to one action. Dostoevsky is trying to break that expectation, and to show this requires more pages. A perfect, polished who-done-it tale might come in lighter, but it wouldn't have the value of