“I will tell you what I want with you,” said Raskolnikov, drawing Razumihin to the window.

“Then I will tell Katerina Ivanovna that you are coming,” Sonia said hurriedly, preparing to depart.

“One minute, Sofya Semyonovna. We have no secrets. You are not in our way. I want to have another word or two with you. Listen!” he turned suddenly to Razumihin again. “You know that⁠ ⁠… what’s his name⁠ ⁠… Porfiry Petrovitch?”

“I should think so! He is a relation. Why?” added the latter, with interest.

“Is not he managing that case⁠ ⁠… you know, about that murder?⁠ ⁠… You were speaking about it yesterday.”

“Yes⁠ ⁠… well?” Razumihin’s eyes opened wide.