the thing upon my face, and its vast weight - an incarnate nightmare that
I had no power to shake off - incumbent eternally upon my heart!
Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant
of the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole
intimates - the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my
usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while,
from the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to
which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas!
was the most usual and the most patient of sufferers.
One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into
the cellar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit.
The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me
headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting,
in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I
aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved
instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested
by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by the interference, into a rage more
than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp, and buried the axe
in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.
This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and
with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I
could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without
the risk of being observed by the neighbours. Many projects entered my
mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute
fragments and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a
grave for it in the floor of the cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it
into the well in the yard - about packing it in a box, as if merchandise,
with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the
house. Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than
either of these. I determined to wall it up in the cellar - as the monks of
the Middle Ages are recorded to have walled up their victims.
For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls
were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with
a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented
from hardening. Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection, caused
by a false chimney, or fire-place, that had been filled up and made to
resemble the rest of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily
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displace the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up
as before, so that no eye could detect anything suspicious.
And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crowbar
I easily dislodged the bricks, and having carefully deposited the body
against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while, with little
trouble, I relaid the whole structure as it originally stood. Having
procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I
prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and
with this I very carefully went over the new brickwork. When I had
finished, I felt satisfied that all was right. The wall did not present the
slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the floor
was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and
said to myself, 'Here at least, then, my labour has not been in vain.'
My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of
so much wretchedness; for I had, at length, firmly resolved to put it to
death. Had I been able to meet with it at the moment, there could have
been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared that the crafty animal had been
alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forbore to present
itself in my present mood. It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the
deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested
creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during
the night - and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the
house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of
murder upon my soul!
The second and the third day passed, and still my tormentor came
not. Once again I breathed as a free man. The monster, in terror, had fled
the premises for ever! I should behold it no more! My happiness was
supreme! The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. Some few
inquiries had been made, but these had been readily answered. Even a
search had been instituted - but of course nothing was to be discovered. I
looked upon my future felicity as secured.
Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of the police
came, very unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make
rigorous investigation of the premises. Secure, however, in the
inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassment
whatever. The officers bade me accompany them in their search. They
left no nook or corner unexplored. At length, for the third or fourth time,
they descended into the cellar. I quivered not in a muscle. My heart beat
calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar
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from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to
and fro. The police were thoroughly satisfied, and prepared to depart.
The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if
but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their
assurance of my guiltlessness.
'Gentlemen,' I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, 'I delight
to have allayed your suspicions. I wish you all health, and a little more
courtesy. By-the-by, gentlemen, this - this is a very well-constructed
house.' (In the rabid desire to say something easily, I scarcely knew what
I uttered at all.) 'I may say an excellently well-constructed house. These
walls - are you going, gentlemen? - these walls are solidly put together';
and here, through the mere frenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily, with a
cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brickwork
behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom.
But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs on the Arch-
Fiend! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence,
than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb! - by a cry, at first
muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly
swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, half of horror and
half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly
from the throats of the damned in their agony and of the demons that
exult in the damnation.
Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to
the opposite wall. For one instant the party upon the stairs remained
motionless, through extremity of terror and of awe. In the next, a dozen
stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The corpse, already
greatly decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the
spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of
fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and
whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled
the monster up within the tomb!
NOTES
1
Solicit - to seek for smth. by earnest or respectful request, formal
application, etc.
2
Phantasm - an illusory likeness of something.
3
Conflagration - a destructive fire, usually an extensive one.
4
Bas-relief - relief sculpture in which the figures project slightly from
the background.
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5
Hogshead - a large cask, esp. one containing from 63 to 140 gallons.
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