Murders in the Rue Morgue Page #3

are hiding.

Broken hopes

and bodies and hearts.

Absent dreams.

Starvation, madness.

Crimes of the streets.

And tragedies of the river.

Paris. My city.

I hate to leave you

alone tonight.

Hold me tightly, Pierre.

I could hold you forever,

Camille.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Pierre.

By the way,

you always keep your door

bolted at night, don't you?

Not always, Pierre.

Be sure and lock it tonight,

dear.

Will you promise?

If you say so.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, dear.

Good night, mother.

Pierre?

Yes.

Mademoiselle, you will pardon

the late hour.

But I had to see you.

What do you want, monsieur?

Don't be alarmed,

mademoiselle.

I'm leaving Paris tonight.

And there is something

I have to tell you.

May I come in?

Oh no, monsieur.

My mother has gone to sleep.

My carriage is downstairs,

mademoiselle.

We can drive

to a caf and talk.

Oh, that's impossible.

But it is

of greatest importance.

Please go away.

Mademoiselle, you must come.

Please. Do me this favor.

Let me close the door,

or I'll call for help.

But I have a message for you

from Erik.

He talks only of you.

He can't forget you.

There is something

you must know.

Are you insane, monsieur?

Erik! Erik!

There, Erik.

She's up there.

Gorilla.

Gorilla.

Paul, Paul, Paul, wake up.

Wake up.

What's... What's the matter?

What?

I've found it.

It's the blood of a gorilla.

Gorilla?

Those women,

don't you understand?

They died because

a gorilla's blood

was injected into their veins.

Camille!

Camille!

Oh, darling, what is it?

What's the matter?

Tell me, what happened

to you, please?

I'll get you a glass of water.

Oh, my baby!

Mother. Camille!

Camille!

Camille!

Mother.

Hurry up. Give the man a hand.

Someone help me

break it down, please.

Help! Help! Help!

Oh.

What have you got?

What is it, violence?

What do you think?

Uh.

Money. Jewels.

This is not a robbery.

And there's no body,

so it isn't a murder.

He's carried her away.

She's gone.

Who are you?

Where do you come from?

He's her sweetheart.

He... He comes here

every night.

Ah-ha.

Sweetheart.

You may wait for the prefect.

But we must find Camille.

Let me go, you fool!

It'll be too late.

You may tell all that

to the prefect.

Now, what is your name?

Pierre Dupin.

Pierre Dupin.

Now, where do you live?

Oh, don't you understand?

Her life is in danger.

I understand.

Where do you live?

Oh, you fool.

You stupid fool!

So, your name is

Victor Albert Adolph

Jules Hugo Louis Duborg?

Eh?

Yes, sir.

Why did you

not investigate

when you heard

the first scream?

I... I was afraid.

Stupid,

incredibly stupid.

Yes, sir. I...

Stupid.

What is your name

and business?

I am Franz Odenheimer.

I own a restaurant.

Odenheimer.

In your own way,

tell us what happened.

You see,

I was just going to bed.

Then suddenly,

I heard a scream.

Right away,

I ran across the street.

And I was

one of the first ones

to enter this room.

On the way upstairs,

I heard a voice.

And that voice

was speaking Italian.

Do you speak Italian?

No.

Were you ever in Italy?

No.

How do you know

it was Italian?

Because I am sure

it was Italian.

Ah.

Thank you, sir.

Alberto Montani.

What do you know

of this affair?

Well, I, I also

heard the voice.

But it was not Italian.

I'm Italian. I speak Italian.

When I ran up the stairs

with the others,

I heard the voice.

It's not Italian, no.

It was Danish.

Do you speak Danish?

No.

Were you ever in Denmark?

No.

How do you know

it was Danish?

My intuition.

It was not Danish.

Oh.

I beg your pardon,

Your Honor.

I am a native of Denmark.

Danish is my native tongue.

I heard the voice,

but it was not Danish.

It was German.

Italian, not German.

Danish.

German.

I say it was German.

Silence!

Italian.

Danish.

German.

Silence.

Bring in the young man.

Monsieur, the prefect

will question you now.

Now, you might as well

come quietly.

Don't try and make

any more trouble.

Young man, what is your name?

My na...

Oh, I can tell you

who committed the murder

and where you can find him.

Who?

An ape.

He's out of his mind.

If you don't listen to me now,

you'll be guilty

of the second murder.

Second murder?

So you know

there has been one?

Yeah.

If you'll only listen to me,

I'll explain.

Very well,

tell us what you know.

There were two women

in this room.

The only door

was locked and bolted.

Everybody heard screams

and the sound

of a terrible struggle.

Within two minutes,

the door was broken down.

No one was here.

One of those women

was carried away.

I tell you,

the other one was murdered.

And her body must be

somewhere in this room.

Mother.

Young man, you know too much.

I arrest you

for the murder of...

Yes, and another murder

may be happening now.

It's a confession

you wish to make?

No. An accusation.

Dr. Mirakle in the Rue Morgue

is guilty of four murders

so far this week.

And by now, perhaps a fifth.

Do you accuse this doctor?

Dr. Mirakle has

a captive ape.

It committed this crime.

No one man

could have done this.

Three men couldn't have pushed

that body up the chimney.

I tell you

that ape killed her.

And carried her daughter off

through the window.

You're insane.

Come on.

Wait!

Here is proof.

That is not human.

It's the hair of an ape.

Ape.

Her blood is perfect.

That's the house, monsieur.

Open.

This is an empty house.

No one lives here.

But it's not empty,

I tell you.

We must break in.

There's another door

at the side.

We'll try it.

Police.

I cannot stop now.

Hold them off,

until I am ready.

Come, Erik.

Erik.

Erik.

Back into your cage!

Back to your cage. Erik.

Somebody's barring it.

Open. In the name

of the law, open!

Hurry!

Camille?

He's dead.

Why, look! There it goes.

It's an ape!

You fool!

Pierre! Pierre!

Camille.

Name?

Mirakle, I believe,

or something like that.

Number 2.

Number 2.

Age?

Oh, any age.

It doesn't matter.

Profession?

They say he was

a scientist or something.

Death caused by?

An ape.

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