R. Morris: A Vengeful Longing

‘The experience will serve you well. You will understand more than most the need for certainty when constructing a case. You know what it means to be wrongly accused and deprived of your liberty. I am confident that you will not take your responsibilities lightly.’

‘May I remind you, Porfiry Petrovich, that it was you who arrested me?’

Porfiry held a hooked forefinger along his mouth. ‘It was not too bad. You had time to reflect. You might even have written a novel, had you been so inclined. Wasn’t that how Chernyshevsky produced the novel we were talking about, the one that has so influenced you?’

‘I am sure he would have preferred to have enjoyed his liberty while writing it. In fact, I imagine he would rather have been spared the necessity of writing it altogether. In a rationally organised society, such a book would be redundant.’

‘I see we have returned to the topic of conversation that we must make a strenuous effort to avoid.’ Porfiry at last pushed himself off his perch and paced to the centre of the room. He stared up at the ceiling, moving his head in erratic jerks. Virginsky tried to follow his shifting eye movements. ‘There is a fly in this room,’ said Porfiry abruptly. ‘It is at the moment a more pressing problem to me than the future organisation of society. You would be more usefully employed catching the troublesome fly than discussing utopias.’

Virginsky made no move to take up Porfiry’s suggestion. ‘But again, I say to you, with respect, Porfiry Petrovich — the fly and the organisation of society are not unconnected. It is the filth in the Ditch that encourages the breeding of flies.’

Porfiry’s gaze snapped towards Virginsky. His look was forbidding. ‘I will say one more thing on this subject. Then we will never talk of it again. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps too there is an analogythat can be drawn between flies and criminals. You will argue that in a rational and just society, there will be no criminals and no crime, for every citizen will realise that it is not in his best interests to commit crimes. You will probably also argue that it is the irrational and unjust organisation of society — analogous to the putrid Ditch — that produces the criminals, who are represented by the flies in our analogy. Eradicate the open sewer and you will diminish the population of flies. Transform society, and there will be no more criminals. That is all very well, but in the meantime, there are flies and there are criminals. We must do what we can, as sane and rational men, to ensure that they do not overrun us.’

‘But if. .’

‘Enough!’ Then Porfiry added more gently: ‘Really, that is enough on the subject. I have said all I want to say and heard all I need to hear. Besides, there is a case. .’

‘A case?’

Porfiry sat down behind his desk. ‘I see that there is more to your wishing to join the department than simply a desire to further the common cause .’

‘I admit that the intellectual challenge appeals to me. I like to solve problems.’

‘You need not apologise for that.’

‘I was not. . apologising.’

‘It can be stimulating. And when it is a question of uncovering the truth, it may even be noble. However, unfortunately, very few of the cases you will be called upon to deal with will challenge your intellect. Even here in the Department of the Investigation of Criminal Causes, as our particular branch of the Justice Department is known. The solutions in most of these cases are all too depressingly obvious. If there is a wife who has been murdered, it is the husband who has done it. A tyrannical father, his son. An oppressive rent collector — look among the tenants. There is more often than not a connection between the murderer and the victim. Nine times out of ten, it is immediately apparent. It is that tenth instance that is the challenge, and for that the investigator has to be alert. But whether it is the intellect that is the most usefulfaculty here, or instinct, coupled with an understanding of human nature — well, my own view inclines towards the latter. These are not abstract puzzles to be unpicked, nor exercises in logic. We are dealing with people’s lives. Crimes are the eruptions of human passions, of greed, desire, jealousy. Despair. These are the criminal causes we investigate. An investigator needs to be watchful. But most of all he needs to be capable of looking into his own heart. Do not rely on your intellect, Pavel Pavlovich. Rely on your humanity. Of course, there are very rare instances in which the victim is selected completely at random, when the connection is merely accidental. I am talking about the crimes of the insane. But perhaps even here, if one knew how to look, one would find a connection.’

‘But what of the case you mentioned?’

‘Ah, yes, good. Good. The case.’ Porfiry picked up a telegram that lay on his desk. ‘This came in shortly before you arrived. From the Shestaya Street Police Bureau in the Peterburgsky District. I will explain the details on the way. I assume you are ready to start work immediately?’

‘Where are we going?’ Virginsky had to hurry to keep up with Porfiry Petrovich, who was capable of moving at a surprising speed, considering his portly figure. They were racing along a low-ceilinged but narrow corridor on the fourth floor of the building in Stolyarny Lane that housed the Haymarket District Police Bureau.

‘Petrovsky Island.’

Virginsky came to a halt. ‘That was where. .’

‘Yes. Where it all began the last time you and I met. However, this is a new case.’

Virginsky ran to catch up. ‘The place does not have happy associations for me.’

‘Nor for me. In fact, there are few places remaining in St Petersburg that I can go to without being reminded of some tragedy.’

‘Surely Petrovsky Island is outside the jurisdiction of the Haymarket District?’

‘That is so. But the Department of the Investigation of Criminal Causes is at the service of the whole of the St Petersburg police force. There are certain cases that are recognised at the outset to be rather more challenging than the usual. Or possibly it is due to the seriousness of the crime. In this case, a suspected double murder. Earlier today, the wife and son of one Dr Martin Meyer collapsed and died, simultaneously, at the family’s dacha.’

‘I see. And you suspect the doctor?’

‘My dear Pavel Pavlovich! It is assuredly too early to make such pronouncements.’

Virginsky noticed the way ahead was blocked by a man in a civil service uniform, who was holding his ground in the centre of the corridor, instead of stepping to one side as Porfiry rushed towards him. Porfiry had his head down and seemed not to be aware of the other man. The civil servant in question was of average height and build: a nondescript individual. It seemed he would inevitably be knocked down by Porfiry’s flying bulk.

‘Porfiry Petrovich! Watch out!’

Virginsky uttered his cry just in time. Porfiry teetered forwards and then back on his heels. He looked up at the human obstacle.

‘Sir, you will kindly give way.’ Porfiry’s politeness hardly masked his fury.

‘I give way? No sir. You will give way,’ said the other.

‘I have an important case to attend to.’

‘Ah! And so my duties are unimportant!’

‘It is surely a simple matter for you to step to one side.’

‘An equally simple matter for you!’

‘You must surely agree that I am the one who is in a hurry, the one running along the corridor, while you were the one who was standing there like a. . like a. . like a. .’

‘Like a what, may I enquire?’

‘Like a dummy, sir!’

‘A dummy! You are calling me a dummy!’

‘You pressed me to complete my comparison.’