Inferno Page #2

Your voice seemed to come from everywhere.

C' is a thing which one discovered

with your s?ur.

It is our small secret.

Regardez by here.

You see this hole in the wall?

There is too

in my apartment.

That joined the piping

of all the apartments.

Quand one speaks inside,

the voice is amplified.

This old building is full

secrecies with this kind.

- Want you to enter?

- Of agreement, but not a long time.

Not, do not close,

somebody will come to seek me.

I am called Elise Delon Van Adler.

That made five years

which I only live here.

My husband travels much

for his work.

I cannot accompany it bus...

I am not very well.

C' is trange.

Rose knew that I came.

I thought that it awaited me.

I do not include/understand why

it did not return yet.

Which kind of people live

in a building like this one?

It does not have many occupants.

there the majority of the apartments are empty.

Y does it have somebody of private individual?

Rose spoke about something

in a letter.

I know that this building belonged

to an old fortunate eccentric.

They condemned it after its death,

then a company

of investment repurchased.

Which is Kazanian?

It sells books and antiquities

in a shop at side.

Rose buys

strange books much there.

And it...

Excuse me.

One requires of you with the telephone, Madam.

Very well, I arrive.

At tomorrow, Marc.

You are wounded?

Not, it is painting,

not blood.

Which is there?

Which is there?

Sh*t!

Cursed cats! was

Which the amount, this time?

the first was 250 Mg.

the second of 400 Mg.

It is the maximum amount.

- Must I prepare your bath?

- Thank you.

Of blood...

Your bath is ready, Madam.

Good night, at tomorrow.

Good night, you rest well.

I slipped on blood.

did you notice

that the handle of the door is broken?

Yes, I saw.

coutez...

be delirious Them of Rose

always worried me.

Its nervousness, its fear of death.

the myth of the Three Mothers.

It is what?

It A has obsession.

Three Latin names.

MATER Suspiriorum,

la Mother of the Sighs.

MATER Lacrimarum,

la Mother of the Tears.

And MATER Tenebrarum,

the Mother of Darkness.

Rose read an old book

on their subject.

It speaks about it

as if it were a true story.

Rose thinks that one of the habitants

de this building...

Non... I can you to it expliquer.

It will speak better only me to you.

These things strange and impossible...

It is convinced that this building

with a bond with these Three Mothers.

It spoke about an architect,

Marelli or Varelli.

an Italian name,

I do not know if there is a report/ratio.

I begin me too

to be disturbed and nervous.

I have the feeling

constantly to be pie.

Sometimes, I feel

like a presence.

Y does it have somebody in the part

with me?

I suppose that the doctor...

- you heard this laughter?

- Which laughter?

I do not know. One would have said...

You were right!

There is blood.

Come to see.

- Where carries out this door?

- With the service entrance.

But nobody uses it.

Somebody made recently,

I will see. You come?

Not, I await ici.

I am afraid.

Marc, where are you?

Marc, answer me.

Open the door, please!

Help me... My c?ur...

It says that it is its c?ur.

Alors it needs a drug

for the c?ur.

this, you Drink will be better.

My s?ur Rose... where is it?

Pourquoi didn't it return?

Let us bring it in the apartment.

Where is it?

Elects, it is Marc

You hear me?

Elects, it is Marc.

Elects, it is Marc.

It is feeling reluctant!

There is dozen of them.

They enter my shop.

Yesterday evening, I was scratched

and a statue of value was broken.

I warn you,

it is the last time.

the next one, I will go to the police force.

Or with the medical inspection.

I do not want to see any more

only one of these cursed cats here.

As you will want, Mr Kazanian.

Bonjour.

You seem to better be, Mr. Elliot.

Yes, I do not even remember

the evening of yesterday.

You do not combine bien.

It was your c?ur.

- But I do not have a problme.

- We gave you a remedy.

- Which is this man?

- It is Kazanian, the antique dealer.

- Thank you, for yesterday aussi.

- Of nothing.

Mr Kazanian!

Yes?

I am called Marc Elliot,

the brother of Rose. You know it?

- It took livres.

to me - You know it well?

Not, why?

One

for two days and...

- I just sold livres.

to him - Which kind of books has not seen it?

Of old works, this kind of things.

If you do not find it,

made what people usually do.

What, for example?

A ppelez the hospitals, or organizes it.

I already did it and that did not give anything. does

that say something to you?

"the key is under the sole

of your shoes".

is this a riddle?

I do not like the riddles.

Since when are you there?

Since yesterday.

You know what?

There will be a moon eclipse this evening.

Not, I did not know.

That made 46 years that there no was

total eclipse.

I heard that with television

it there not very a long time.

Look at, it will be interesting for it.

- Of agreement, I it ferai.

- You will like.

- Goodbye, Mr. Elliot.

- Goodbye.

Te here!

Nice cat.

Come here!

You do not want to leave?

My crutch!

I have it!

With the assistance!

With the assistance!

Help me!

Help me!

My God!

the rats devour me!

They... They devour me alive!

They devour me alive!

Help me, they devour me alive!

Help me!

Help me!

Come, looks at.

All that!

This bitchy girl of Countess

thought of having hidden them well.

That took 15 minutes well to me

to find them.

- You have bu.

- Not a drop!

- I it sens.

- I said to you that not.

Very well.

Goes up quickly and calls her husband.

Nobody it trouvera

this hour.

Dis that Comtesse

est precipitately left

and carried all its jewels

with it.

- And if this bitchy girl returns?

- No risk, it will return.

How can you be so sure for it?

It could return?

I ensure you that it will not return.

Calls simply her husband.

is in our turn to benefit from it.

We will live

as the Countess Elects...

and all these rich person bastards.

Which is there?

Which is there?

John?

John?

This sentence!

"Under the sole of your shoes".

"the key is under the sole

of your shoes".

I see that you found the passage.

I imagine that you know who I am?

Not, I do not know.

It is a long time,

when I lived in London,

I were made call Varelli.

Today, I use another name,

so that me am forgotten.

does My voice surprise you?

I can speak only with this.

I built the houses of the Three Mothers.

Of the houses which became

their eyes and their ears.

And then I buried myself here

and this building became my body.

Its bricks are my me.

Its corridors, my veins.

And its horror, my c?ur.

My s?ur... Where is my s?ur?

Venez ici.

They should not hear you.

It is cruelest of all...

the Mother of the Shades.

Approach.

would you Be afraid of a man

who can hardly move?

nearer, than I can murmur.

I am dying,

but that will not change anything.

They do not want that that changes.

I am not the Master,

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