ten o’clock
On it lay Fyodor Pavlovitch 's white silk dressing‐gown , stained with blood ; the fatal brass pestle with which the supposed murder had been committed ; Mitya 's shirt , with a blood‐stained sleeve ; his coat , stained with blood in patches over the pocket in which he had put his handkerchief ; the handkerchief itself , stiff with blood and by now quite yellow ; the pistol loaded by Mitya at Perhotin 's with a view to suicide , and taken from him on the sly at Mokroe by Trifon Borissovitch ; the envelope in which the three thousand roubles had been put ready for Grushenka , the narrow pink ribbon with which it had been tied , and many other articles I do n't remember . In the body of the hall , at some distance , came the seats for the public . But in front of the balustrade a few chairs had been placed for witnesses who remained in the court after giving their evidence . At ten o'clock the three judges arrived -- the President , one honorary justice of the peace , and one other . The prosecutor , of course , entered immediately after . The President was a short , stout , thick‐set man of fifty , with a dyspeptic complexion , dark hair turning gray and cut short , and a red ribbon , of what Order I do n't remember . The prosecutor struck me and the others , too , as looking particularly pale , almost green .