“From his voice he must be quite young,” thought Raskolnikov.
“Who the devil can tell? I’ve almost broken the lock,” answered Koch. “But how do you come to know me?”
“Why! The day before yesterday I beat you three times running at billiards at Gambrinus’.”
“So they are not at home? That’s queer. It’s awfully stupid though. Where could the old woman have gone? I’ve come on business.”
“Yes; and I have business with her, too.”