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And then, to prove that there was no struggle; Doctor Saniel will say that Caffie was surprised. Who could surprise Caffie? To open Caffies door when the clerk was away, it was necessary to ring first, and then to knock three times in a peculiar way. No stranger could know that, and who could know it better than I?"
When the lamplight struck him full in the face, she found in him the man whom she had seen draw Caffies curtains. If, in her amazement, she at first refused to believe it, her questions regarding Caffie, and Balzajette's explanations about his hair and beard, destroyed her hesitation and replaced doubt by the horror of certainty. He was the assassin; she knew it, she had seen him.
This physiognomy, these eyes, this face, belonged to the man whom from this place" she pointed to the window "I saw draw Monsieur Caffies curtains." Saniel did not flinch. "This is a resemblance that would be hard for me," he said, "if your memory were faithful." "I tell myself that it may not be.
Tell a Greek who is dying of hunger to go to heaven and he will go Graeculus esuriens in coelum, jusseris, ibit." "But I do not see that you have started for heaven." A smile of derision, accompanied by a grimace, crossed Caffies face.
Because, although everything had gone as he wished, up to the present time, all was not finished, nor even begun. If the investigations of the law should reach him, how should he defend himself? He felt sure that he had not been seen in Caffies house at the moment when the crime was committed; but does one ever know whether one has been seen or not?
Because, although everything had gone as he wished, up to the present time, all was not finished, nor even begun. If the investigations of the law should reach him, how should he defend himself? He felt sure that he had not been seen in Caffies house at the moment when the crime was committed; but does one ever know whether one has been seen or not?
At exactly a quarter past six they reached the house in the Rue Sainte- Anne, where Saniel had not been since Caffies death. On passing the old concierge's lodge he felt satisfied with himself; his heart did not beat too quickly, his ideas were firm and clear. Should danger arrive, he felt assured of mastery over himself, without excitement, as without brutality.
To-morrow, perhaps, I shall be turned into the street. Caffie will obtain a respite." "And what price will he ask for this service?" "It is only those who own something who worry about the price." "You have your name, dignity, and honor, and once you are in Caffies hands, who knows what he may exact from you, what he may make you do, without your being able to resist him?"
Saniel, behind the chair, had taken the knife in his right hand, while he pressed the left heavily on Caffies forehead, and with a powerful stroke, as quick as lightning, he cut the larynx under the glottis, as well as the two carotid arteries, with the jugular veins. From this terrible wound sprang a large jet of blood, which, crossing the room, struck against the door.
At exactly a quarter past six they reached the house in the Rue Sainte-Anne, where Saniel had not been since Caffies death. On passing the old concierge's lodge he felt satisfied with himself; his heart did not beat too quickly, his ideas were firm and clear. Should danger arrive, he felt assured of mastery over himself, without excitement, as without brutality.
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