Perfume: The Story of a Murderer Page #5

so completely inexplicable and

incompatible with their morals

that they literally erased it

from their memories.

The town council was

in session by the afternoon

and an order was passed

to the police lieutenant

to immediately begin fresh

investigations into the murders.

The following day,

Dominique Druot was arrested.

It was in his back yard that they

found the hair of the victims.

After fourteen hours of torture,

Druot confessed to everything.

Wth that, the case was closed.

By then, Grenouille was already

half way back to Paris.

He had enough perfume left to

enslave the world if he so chose.

He could walk to Versailles

and have the King kiss his feet.

He could write the Pope a letter,

reveal himself as the new Messiah.

He could do all this

and more if he wanted to.

He possessed a power stronger

than the power of money,

or terror, or death.

The invincible power to command

the love of mankind.

There was only one thing

the perfume could not do:

It could not turn him

into a person

who could love and be loved

like everyone else.

So, to hell with it, he thought

To hell with the world,

with the perfume,

with himself.

On the 25th of June, 1766,

around 11 o'clock at night,

Grenouille entered the city

through the Port d'Orleans

and like a sleep-walker,

his olfactory memories drew him

back to where he was born.

An angel!

I love you!

Wthin no time,

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille

had disappeared from

the face of the earth.

When they had finished, they

felt a virginal glow of happiness.

Forthe frst time

in their lives

they believed that they

had done something

purely out of love.

- Ey, over here!

- Look!

Look, a jacket!

Let's take them all home.

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