'Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent for to the police office? Where"s the notice? Bah! I am mixing it up; that was then. I looked at my sock then, too, but now… now I have been ill. But what did Zametov come for? Why did Razumihin bring him?' he muttered, helplessly sitting on the sofa again. 'What does it mean? Am I still in delirium, or is it real? I believe it is real…. Ah, I remember; I must escape! Make haste to escape. Yes, I must, I must escape! Yes… but where? And where are my clothes? I"ve no boots. They"ve taken them away! They"ve hidden them! I understand! Ah, here is my coat–they passed that over! And here is money on the table, thank God! And here"s the I O U… I"ll take the money and go and take another lodging. They won"t find me!… Yes, but the address bureau? They"ll find me, Razumihin will find me. Better escape altogether… far away… to America, and let them do their worst! And take the I O U… it would be of use there…. What else shall I take? They think I am ill! They don"t know that I can walk, ha-ha-ha! I could see by their eyes that they know all about it! If only I could get downstairs! And what if they have set a watch there–policemen! What"s this tea? Ah, and here is beer left, half a bottle, cold!'