"Youdon''sgotadocumentinherhands, inMitya'sownwriting, thatprovesconclusivelythathedidmurderFyodorPavlovitch."
"That'simpossible!" criedAlyosha.
"Whyisitimpossible? I'vereaditmyself."
"Therecan'tbesuchadocument!" Alyosharepeatedwarmly."Therecan'tbe, becausehe''snothemurderedfather, nothe!"
Ivansuddenlystopped.
"Whoisthemurdererthen, accordingtoyou?" heasked, .
"Youknowwho," Alyoshapronouncedinalow, penetratingvoice.
"Who? Youmeanthemythaboutthatcrazyidiot, theepileptic, Smerdyakov?"
Alyoshasuddenlyfelthimselftremblingallover.
"Youknowwho," .
"Who? Who?" .
"Ionlyknowonething," Alyoshawenton, stillalmostinawhisper, "itwasn'tyoukilledfather."
" 'Notyou'! Whatdoyoumeanby 'notyou'?" Ivanwasthunderstruck.
"Itwasnotyoukilledfather, notyou!" Alyosharepeatedfirmly.
Thesilencelastedforhalfaminute.
"IknowIdidn'?" saidIvan, withapale, -post."No, 'vetoldyourselfseveraltimesthatyouarethemurderer."
"WhendidIsayso? IwasinMoscow....WhenhaveIsaidso?" Ivanfalteredhelplessly.
"You'vesaidsotoyourselfmanytimes, whenyou'vebeenaloneduringthesetwodreadfulmonths," , asitwere, notofhimself, notofhisownwill, butobeyingsomeirresistiblecommand."'tdoit: youaremistaken: ? Itwasnotyou! Godhassentmetotellyouso."
, gazingintoeachother', andclutchedAlyosha'sshoulder.
"You'vebeeninmyroom!" hewhisperedhoarsely."You'vebeenthereatnight, whenhecame....Confess...haveyouseenhim, haveyouseenhim?"
"Whomdoyoumean—Mitya?" Alyoshaasked, bewildered.
