"I am not talking of the evidence now, I am talking about that

question, of their own idea of themselves. Well, so they squeezed

and squeezed him and he confessed: 'I did not find it in the street,

but in the flat where I was painting with Dmitri.' 'And how was that?'

'Why, Dmitri and I were painting there all day, and we were just

getting ready to go, and Dmitri took a brush and painted my face,

and he ran off and I after him. I ran after him, shouting my

hardest, and at the bottom of the stairs I ran right against the