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uneasy; but at noon Njania came running to her
mistress, crying out triumphantly: ‘She has
confessed at last!’
‘Well, and where are the things?’ was Elena
Paulovna’s first question.
‘That she hasn’t told yet,’ Njania answered
with a little hesitation, ‘she talks all kinds of
rubbish and says she has forgotten, but she’ll
soon remember if she has to stay some hours
longer where she is!’
And indeed, in the evening, Fekluscha made
a complete confession, and gave a detailed
account of the whole affair. She had stolen the
things in order to sell them later on; but as
she could not find an opportunity of doing so,
she had hidden them under a rug in a corner of
her room. At last, when the articles were
missed, and search was made to find out the
thief, she had been afraid, and wanted to put
them back in their places, but she could not
manage, so at last she had tied them up in a
handkerchief and thrown them into a deep pond.
All had been so anxious to see the end of
this painful business, that nobody thought of
criticising Fekluscha’s report. The family was
vexed that the stolen goods had been destroyed,
but nobody thought of doubting the fact.
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