Lunev heard, and his heart sank. He preferred to hear that no one lamented Poluektov; although at the same time, he thought all these men stupid and unreasoning, except the black-bearded merchant. This man had an air of strength and of firm faith, but the others stood like trees in a wood, and chattered in their silly way, pleased at the suffering of others. He waited until the frail body of the money-changer was carried from the shop, and then went home, cold, tired, but calm. Reaching home, he bolted himself in his room, and began to count his money: in two thick packets there were five hundred roubles in small notes, in the third packet, eight hundred and fifty roubles. There was also a little bundle of coupons which he did not count. He wrapped all the money up in paper, and considered where to hide it. As he thought, he felt that his head was heavy and that he was sleepy. He determined to hide the money in the attic, and started out there, holding the parcel in his hand. In the passage he met Jakov. "Ah, you're back," said Jakov. "Yes, I'm back." "How pale you are. Are you ill?" "I'm not feeling up to much." "What have you got there?" "What have----" Ilya began; then suddenly he shivered in fear lest he should babble away his secret, and said hurriedly, swinging his parcel to and fro: "It's ribbon, that's all, out of my box." "Coming to tea?" said Jakov. "I? Oh, yes, in a minute." He went quickly through the passage. He trod unsteadily, and his head was dizzy, as though he were drunk. As he mounted the attic stairs, he went carefully, in constant fear lest he should make a noise or meet some one. While he buried the money under the flooring, near the chimney, he thought all of a sudden that some one was hidden in the darkness in the corner, watching him; he felt a wish to throw a stone in that direction, but mastered his feelings, and came slowly downstairs again. Now he had no fears. It was as though he had left them with the money; but a fresh doubt waked in his heart: "Why did I kill him?" Masha greeted him joyfully in the cellar, where she was busy at the stove with the samovar. "Ah, how early you are to-day!" "That's the snow," he said; then added, crossly: "What d'you call early? I've come, as usual, when it's time. Can't you see how dark it is, you little goose?" "It's dark here in the morning; and what are you shouting at?" "I'm shouting, as you call it, because you talk like the police. 'You're very early--Where are you going?--What have you got there?' What business is it of yours?" Masha looked searchingly at him, and said, reproachfully: "How high and mighty you've grown!" "Oh, go to the devil!" snarled Lunev, and sat down at the table.