"Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov, going toward the door without raising his eyes.

Denisov paused, thought a moment, and, evidently understanding what Rostov hinted at, seized his arm.

"Nonsense!" he cried, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood out like cords.

" You are mad, I tell you.

I won't allow it.