Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Eight Complete Confession

while committing atrocities and the initial act of committing an atrocity, the mental journey involved Like a colorful reverie or a nightmare, Geniuses and mortals also discuss countermeasures together; and a person's state of mind, Like a small country, suffering from riots and rebellions. My nature is not bad.I just dare to love and hate.Ambition, love, jealousy, hatred, revenge, these emotions are fleeting for some people, and vigorous for me.That's right, these emotions can be well hidden, like a giant python curled up in a circle, as long as you don't mess with it, it won't bite.However, once awakened, its every move can not only kill people, but also show no tolerance.No one who knows me very well would know this side of me, not even my own mother.I have often heard her say: "If only Truman's sensibility was more sensitive! If only Truman would not be indifferent to everything! In a word, if Truman had more power in his heart, it would be better." How nice!"

It's the same at school.No one understands me.Everyone thought I was docile and well-behaved, and called me Xiaoguai.Three years after the moniker had them called it, I fought back against them.I singled out their boss, knocked him to the ground, put him face up and stomped.He was looking fine until my feet landed on his face.After that—anyway, he never called me Xiaoguai again.Not long after that, I stepped into the society and worked in a store, and other people's expectations of me became even smaller.I got to work on time and I did my job meticulously, they just thought of me as a good machine.

A man who doesn't exercise, doesn't smoke, and doesn't smile, who cares if you have any inner world and personal feelings?Just because I'm accurate with numbers doesn't mean I'm loving and passionate.I can even copy from day to day, month after month, without making a typo.But it also proved that what they imagined was not wrong, I am indeed just an ordinary machine.I let them treat me like a machine, knowing that one day they would change their minds, just like everyone else.In fact, alas, I've never really loved anyone, not even myself, and I don't care what anyone thinks of me.Life was almost blank for me, like a barren wasteland, on foot whether I wanted to or not.

If I hadn't met Mary Leavenworth, I probably would have spent the rest of my life like this.Nine months later I resigned my job in the counting office and went to Mr. Leavenworth's library with a fire that was never extinguished and never would be extinguished until I had dug my own grave. She is so beautiful!The first night I followed my new boss into the living room, I saw this woman standing in front of me, both attractive and intimidating.I was struck by lightning. If I continued to stay in this house, how would my fate develop?She acted unattainable at the time, giving me no more than a fleeting glance.Yet her indifference to me did not catch my attention at the time.As long as it allows me to stand near her and let me look at her lovely appearance without reproach, I will be content.In fact, looking at her was like looking at a crater that was about to erupt, surrounded by flowers.I could feel fear and fascination every second as I hovered by.However, it was because of fear and fascination that every minute and every second at that time was worth savoring.Even if I could retreat, I would not want to leave.

And so it went on and on.I feel both joy and unspeakable pain for her.Still, I didn't stop watching her, every hour, every day.I pay attention to her smile, her movements, the way she turns her head or raises her eyebrows.I want to be able to weave her beauty tightly around my heart so that no matter what, we can never be separated again.For I saw then as clearly as now that, despite her coyness, she would never yield to me.Will not.I could lie at her feet and let her trample on me, and she wouldn't even turn her head to see what she was stepping on.It might take me days, months, years to learn of her every wish, but she won't thank me for my efforts, or even look me in the eye as I pass by.I was nothing to her, and I couldn't enter her life unless—the idea slowly took shape—unless I could somehow dominate her.

Meanwhile, I took dictation for Mr. Leavenworth, who was quite pleased with me.My methodical approach to everything was just to his liking.As for another member of the family, Miss Eleanor Leavenworth, she treated me in a manner which was in keeping with her nature, haughty and sympathetic.Not warm to me, but kind.Not friends, but still part of the family you meet at the dinner table every day.She or anyone else could see that I wasn't a very happy person, and I didn't have much hope. After six months, I realized two things.The first is that because Mary Leavenworth is about to inherit a large amount of property, she cherishes her status as an heir and disdains other worldly views.The second is that she harbors a secret that threatens her position.What is the secret, I do not know.Then I came to believe that her secret had something to do with love, which sounds weird and true, but I became hopeful.For by this time I knew the temperament of Mr. Leavenworth and his niece so well that I knew he would not back down in this respect.I also know that when the wishes of the two conflict, it may give me an opportunity to take advantage of her.The only thing that bothers me is that I don't know the name of her beloved.But I was so lucky that one day—a month ago now—I sat down as usual to open Mr. Leavenworth's letters, and one of them—how could I forget?The letter read as follows:

I wouldn't be so shocked if a bomb exploded at my feet, or a demon suddenly appeared before my eyes.I have never heard of the person who wrote these words, and this person claimed to be her husband.You know, I myself am most eagerly looking forward to marrying her.For several minutes I suffered silently from utter rage and despair, until I calmed down and realized that by possessing this letter I was the arbiter of her fate.Some people might threaten her with this letter, claiming to show it to her uncle, even if they have no other demands on her, they can still see how she begs for mercy.As for me—my plan is better than that.I knew that if I wanted to win her heart, I had to get her cornered first, I had to make her feel like she was on the edge of a precipice, and then I reached out and made her hold on desperately.

I decided to let that letter go to the boss.However, the envelope has been opened!How could I deliver this letter to him without arousing his suspicions?I thought of a way to let him see me open it, but thought it hadn't been opened before.So I waited until he was in the room before telling him I had the letter and tearing open the envelope.When I opened it, I looked at the contents with a curious expression, and then put it on the table in front of him. "Looks like a personal letter," I said, "though it doesn't say so on the envelope." I was still standing there when he picked up the letter.He gave a start at the first word, and then looked at me as if I could tell from my expression that I hadn't read enough to understand the outline of the letter.Then he sat on the chair and turned slowly, quietly reading the entire letter.I waited a while before returning to my desk.A minute, two minutes passed quietly, and it was obvious that he was still reading the letter over and over again.Then he got up hurriedly and left the room.I caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror as he passed me.His expression didn't seem to dampen the growing hope in me.

I followed him up the stairs almost at the same time, and I knew he had gone directly to Mary's bedroom.At the family dinner a few hours later, I hardly had to look up to notice that an unbridgeable gulf had opened between him and his most beloved niece. After two days, it seemed like a year to me, because my heart was going up and down.Has Mr. Leavenworth replied?The beginning and the end of the matter, the mysterious Mr. Claflin will not show up?I'm really not sure. At the same time, I was still doing boring and monotonous work, and I was constantly suffering from inner torment.I kept on writing every day, as if the essence of my being was attached to the paper with every drop of ink.Although I was alert at all times, I did not dare to raise my head or move my eyes when I heard unusual sounds, lest others might see that I was spying on the family.On the third night I had a dream.I have already told Mr. Raymond about the dream, so I will not repeat it here.There is, however, one point which I would like to be able to correct.I told him it was Mr. Claflin who I saw set out to kill the boss.That's a lie.The face I saw in the dream was my own face.That's why this dream made me break out in a cold sweat.The sad figure sneaking downstairs turned out to be me.Other than that, none of the other narratives lie.

This dream had a profound effect on me.Is this a hunch?Or is it telling me what to do in order to win the beauty's heart?Would the death of her uncle bridge the insurmountable gulf between us?I began to think that it was probably true, so I began to think about building this only broad avenue, and even imagined that she would be grateful to me for her sudden relief.What I'm sure of is that if this is the only way I can go, I should at least have an expert show me how to go.I felt dizzy all the time that day, and while I was sitting at my desk working, I kept seeing that sneaky figure with ulterior motives sneaking downstairs and entering the room of the unsuspecting boss with a pistol aloft.A dozen times that day I even found my eyes on the door, wondering how long it would be before I would pass through that door myself and stop there.Just like that, I didn't notice when the time came.

I drank sherry with him that evening, and as I had mentioned during my interrogation, I did not realize that the time for action was approaching.However, within three minutes of my going upstairs, I heard the sound of women's clothes being dragged on the floor. After listening carefully, it turned out that Mary Leavenworth walked through my door to the library.I know this is an opportunity.What happened in the study would inevitably become a murder.What happened?I decided to go and find out first.I was thinking about eavesdropping when I thought about the ventilation system that runs through the house.One vent is in the passage between Mr. Leavenworth's bedroom and the library, and there is another vent in a cupboard in the large storeroom next door to mine.I hurriedly opened the door between the bedroom and the storage room next door, and hid in the cupboard, and immediately there were voices of conversation.The vent directly below me was unobstructed, and standing in the cupboard, the conversation between Mary and her uncle could be heard as clearly as if she were there.What did I hear?What I heard proved my suspicions correct.This moment is extremely important to her.Mr. Leavenworth, who had obviously warned before, wanted to go a step further and proceed with the procedure of changing the will, and she came to beg her uncle for forgiveness, hoping that the two would reconcile as before.Forgive what?I didn't hear it.They did not mention Mr. Claflin as her husband.All I heard was her claim that she was to blame for being impulsive, that she wasn't really in love with him.I also heard her say that she regrets it now, and hopes to cancel all the agreements, forget about this person as soon as possible, and restore the relationship with her uncle before seeing this person.I thought, How stupid of me, she meant nothing more than an engagement, and irrationally snatched hope from those words.It wasn't long before I heard her uncle's response, in an extremely harsh tone, pointing out that she had failed him and everything was irreparable.I didn't need to hear her short, agonized cries--the voices tinged with shame and disappointment--or her low moaning for help, to have his death knell ringing in my heart.I crept back to my room, waited until I heard her coming upstairs, and then sneaked out.I kept my usual calm, walked downstairs according to the instructions of the dream, and tapped on the door of the library to enter.Mr. Leavenworth was sitting and writing in his usual place. "I'm sorry," I said when he looked up, "I forgot my blotter. I probably left it in the aisle when I went to get the drinks." He bowed his head, and I hurried past him into the small room.Then I quickly went into his bedroom, took out the pistol, went back to the study, and before I could hardly comprehend what I was doing, I raised the pistol behind him, took aim, and fired.As a result, you all know it.He fell headfirst into his own hands without a whimper, and Mary Leavenworth also inherited the millions of fortune she coveted as a matter of course. My first thought was to get the letter he was writing.I walked over to the table, took it out of his hand, took a look, and knew, as I had expected, that this was the letter inviting the lawyer to come.I also saw that letter from Mr. Claflin, which was stained with blood.I stuffed this letter in my pocket along with the letter to the lawyer.It occurred to me when I was done that the low, sharp shot must have reverberated through the house, so I placed my pistol beside the dead man, ready to scream at Mr. Leavenworth if anyone came in at this moment. committed suicide.Luckily no one came and I didn't have to do that stupid thing.The gunfire was either unheard, or apparently not particularly alarmed.Since no one came in, I continued to concentrate on my best way of getting out. I carefully examined the bullet wound on his head and believed that it was absolutely impossible for the police to treat this case as suicide, not even theft.It was obvious to anyone familiar with criminal cases that this was a homicide, and that it was done with great premeditation.In this way, my only hope is to make the case more suspenseful and eliminate all clues of the motive and method of committing the crime.I picked up the pistol and took it to the next room to wipe it, but I couldn't find anything to wipe it. At this moment, I remembered that I saw a handkerchief at Mr. Leavenworth's feet, so I went back to pick it up and wiped the gun.The handkerchief belonged to Miss Eleanor, but I didn't find out until I was cleaning the barrel. At that time, I saw her initials in the corner of the handkerchief and suddenly panicked. , because its use is simply too dubious. I didn't dare to take the handkerchief out of the room, so I tried to destroy it on the spot, but I had no choice. In the end, I just stuffed the handkerchief deep behind the cushion of the chair, hoping to get it back and burn it the next day.After disposing of the handkerchief, I reloaded, locked the safety catch, and prepared to leave the room.However, at this time, because of a guilty conscience, fear hit my heart like lightning, making me feel at a loss for the first time in action.I locked the door when I walked out of the room, but I shouldn't have locked the door.It wasn't until I walked up the stairs that I realized that I had done something stupid.But it was too late, for Hannah, the maid, was standing before me with a candle in her hand, with a look of astonishment written all over her face. "Where have you been, sir?" she said in a startled voice.Strangely, her tone was low. "You look like you saw a ghost just now." Then her suspicious eyes shifted to the keys in my hand. I felt as if someone was choking me, so I quickly put the key in my pocket and took a step closer to her. "If you come downstairs, I'll tell you what I saw," I whispered. "If we talk here, we'll disturb Miss." I tried to relax my expression as much as I could, and stretched out my hand to pull her over.I don't know what purpose I had at that time, maybe it was an intuitive action.But the look on her face when I touched her, and the briskness of her body following me, emboldened me, and I remembered once or twice when I had noticed that she was easily swayed.I think I can use this weakness of hers to achieve my goal. I led her to the drawing-room door, into the spacious reception room, and told her in the most composed tone that Mr. Leavenworth was dead.She was of course extremely agitated, but she didn't scream, but the strangeness of the situation she faced clearly overwhelmed her.Relieved, I went on to tell her that I didn't know who the murderer was, but that if anyone knew she had seen me on the stairs with a library key in her hand, they would surely point the finger at me. "But I won't tell," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and eagerness. "I'll keep it a secret. I'll say I didn't see anyone." However, I soon convinced her that once the police began interrogating her, she could not keep her secret.Then it took me a long time to coax and trick her into getting her to agree to leave here temporarily to avoid the limelight and come back when the times have changed. After that, I quickly made her understand that she had to leave immediately and could not go back to pack her luggage.It wasn't until I promised her that she would marry her someday if she would only do what I told her, that she finally gave it serious consideration, which shows that she clearly possesses maternal intelligence. "Mrs. Belden will take me," she said, "if I can get to R. She will take me if I tell her that Miss Mary sent me. But tonight I No way to get to R." I immediately tried my best to convince her that she could come overnight.The midnight train will take half an hour to leave the station, and here is less than fifteen minutes' walk from the station.But she is penniless!I gave her some money.But she was afraid of not being able to find a place!I took the trouble to explain the directions to her.She still hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.After I agreed with her on how to exchange information, I went downstairs.I saw the cook's hat and shawl downstairs, and I put them on for her, and we were presently in the carriage yard. "Remember, no matter what, you don't tell anyone what happened tonight," I warned her in a low voice before parting, "Remember, you will come back and marry me one day." She murmured back, wrapping her arms around my neck.This action came suddenly, probably at this time she accidentally dropped the candle.She was still holding on to the candle without knowing it.I said yes to her, and she quietly walked out the door. After the maid had gone, I was even more impatient, for not only had I accidentally locked the door as I entered, but I had forgotten to throw the key in my pocket into the street or leave it in the hall before going upstairs.The reason for being so careless is because Hannah's sudden appearance added a lot of uncertain factors and made me less thoughtful.Hannah's pale face, Hannah's frightened expression, kept coming to me as she walked away from me into the street and couldn't get rid of it.On the contrary, the dead lying downstairs are less vivid. It felt as if I had been thinking about this pale woman walking briskly down the street at midnight.I was afraid that she would break something big and either run back automatically or be brought back.I was also afraid that when I went downstairs the next morning, it would be like a nightmare to see her standing pale on the front steps.I'm starting to think it's unlikely any other outcome could have happened.She'd either never, or would never, make it to that remote town safely.I tied a danger warning on this poor girl, and the next morning, when the dawn breaks, the danger will return to me! After a while those thoughts died away, and then it occurred to me that as long as I kept this key and this letter with me, there must be danger.How to deal with it?I dare not leave the room again, nor open the window.Mr. Leavenworth might hear.That's right, my morbid fear has reached the point of being incapable of fighting, and I still worry that I can still hear the sound with my ears covered forever with my own hands, and imagine that he is still lying on the bed downstairs, waking up with a start at the slightest sound. Yet the necessity of destroying the evidence of the crime finally overcomes the morbid anxiety.I took out the two letters I had in my pocket—I hadn't changed my clothes yet!Choose the more dangerous one, that is, the one written by Mr. Leavenworth himself, chew it in your mouth until it becomes a pulp, and spit it out in the corner of the room.There was blood on the other letter, even for my own safety, I was unwilling to put it in my mouth, so I was forced to lie on the bed and hold it tightly in my hand. Until the dawn slowly came to the earth.I have heard that a year in heaven seems like a day.I can quite understand the feeling because I know now that one hour in hell is as endless as a lifetime! Still, the sunrise offers hope.Whether it's the sunlight hitting the wall that reminds me of Mary and the sacrifices I've made for her, or whether it's the former or the latter that gives way to my natural fortitude, I don't care. Can't tell.All I know is that when I got up I was completely composed and in control of my emotions.The problem of letters and keys is also solved.hide it?I can't even think about it!Instead, I want to put it where everyone can see it, hoping that it will be ignored.I tore the letter into long strips of tinder, put them in a vase in the spare room, and went downstairs with the key, intending to insert it in the keyhole as I passed the library door.But Miss Eleanor followed me downstairs, so I had to give up.But I carried her behind my back and successfully inserted the key into the decoration of the gas stove in the second hall. At this point, I was finally relieved, and stepped out of the threshold with my usual calm and steady steps, and went downstairs into the breakfast room.Mary arrived before me, very pale and haggard.She actually gave me a look when I came in that made me almost laugh out loud as I thought of her rescue and imagined the future moment when I would announce my elaborate masterpiece. Afterwards, everyone quickly realized that the situation was different, so I don't need to repeat my actions at that time and later.I behaved like a perfectly innocent person, I even took the time not to touch the key or go into the empty room or do anything I didn't want the outside world to see.For as far as the whole thing was concerned, there was not a shred of evidence against me in the whole house.My hard-working, uncomplaining secretary--despite having a crush on the boss's niece without even realizing it herself--was supposed to be the suspect, and got away with it.So I did my part to make a report to the police, and to inform Mr. Willey that in the few hours between coming down to breakfast and leaving Mr. Leavenworth for the first time, it seemed as if all movements had come from a state of unconsciousness. I follow the same principle when facing interrogation.I separated half an hour of committing the crime from my mind, and tried to answer the questions truthfully.People in my situation often make the big mistake of telling too many lies and getting themselves into unnecessary trouble.However, while planning to exonerate myself, I inadvertently made Mary the beneficiary of the murder, which put her in a difficult position.One of the jurors later deduced from the remainder of Mr. Leavenworth's glass that he had been murdered shortly after my departure.The inference made by the juror made me understand that just a few minutes after I admitted to going upstairs, I heard the rustling sound of clothes mopping the floor on the stairs, which made people suspicious of Mary. I was not reassured by the unanimous belief of all present that the figure on the stairs was Eleanor.She had nothing to do with the murder case at all, and it was hard to imagine that anyone would have the slightest suspicion of her.And Mary—once the focus is on her, her situation is obvious, and I can imagine her future is in jeopardy.So, in an effort to cover up the mistake I had just made, I started lying.I was compelled to admit that I had recently seen a rift between Mr. Leavenworth and a niece, and thereby placed the burden of suspicion on Eleanor, as she was the best candidate, but it had more consequences than I expected. serious.Every piece of evidence subsequently presented seemed to strengthen her suspicions, not only by establishing Mr. Leavenworth's pistol as the murder weapon, but also by establishing that the murderer was in the room at the time.I myself have to admit that it wasn't that long ago that Eleanor asked me to teach her to use the same pistol, how to load, aim, and fire.The degree of coincidence of this matter is almost like the devil deliberately playing tricks on mortals. Knowing this, I am terribly afraid of what the two ladies will admit when questioned.Had they acted in their good conscience, Mary would have admitted that she had come to my uncle's room after I had gone upstairs, in order to dissuade him from carrying out his original idea.It's worth it!I am plagued by worry.However, I didn't know at the time that some incidents had happened, so they swayed their thinking. Eleanor seemed to show a rational attitude, not only suspecting that her cousin was involved in the case, but also telling her what she thought in her heart.And more or less circumstantial evidence proved that Mary was involved in the case, which was enough to make Mary feel terrified, so she decided that no matter what other people uttered against her, she would deny it all, because she believed that Eleanor's natural Being kind and generous, I will definitely not contradict her statement.She was right.Although Eleanor's actions deepened the prejudice that was already seriously unfavorable to her, she not only did not rush to contradict her cousin's confession, but even when answering questions that would cause harm to her cousin, Eleanor simply refused to answer. Because she would not lie even in order to save her relatives. This behavior of hers had an effect on me that made me admire her, feel that she deserved help, that I could reach out to her without endangering my own situation.However I doubt my sympathy will be of any help, fortunately I have noticed that some people have emphasized some well-known facts, such as the letters and keys are in the house, which puts all three of us in danger, arrows pointing at themselves at any time .Even before I found the handkerchief, I had made up my mind to destroy these evidences, but when the handkerchief was taken out, I suddenly became alarmed, and I immediately got up and went upstairs under another name, took the key from the gas lamp, and took it out of the vase. The paper was then quickly taken to Mary Leavenworth's room, hoping that a fire in the fireplace would destroy the evidence.However, to my great disappointment, there were only sporadic ashes smoking in the fireplace. Feeling that the plan was frustrated for a while, I stood in front of the fireplace and considered how to proceed next.Then I heard someone coming upstairs, and it would be terrible if I was found in this room, so I threw the paper into the fireplace, and hurried to the door.But because I moved too fast, the key flew out of my hand and fell under a chair.I was overwhelmed by the surprise, but the footsteps came closer and closer, and I lost all control and ran from the room.Indeed there was not a moment's hesitation, for as I was nearly at my own door, Elinor Leavenworth appeared at the top of the stairs, followed by two servants, and walked towards the room from which I had just left.Seeing this scene reassured me a lot.She would have seen the key, and somehow destroyed it, and I did always think she had disposed of it, since I heard no mention of the key or the letter afterwards. This may explain why Eleanor soon found herself in a precarious position, and I was not all the more disturbed by it.I thought that what the police suspected was Eleanor's attitude during the interrogation and her handkerchief found at the murder scene. I didn't know that they had absolute evidence that could prove her involvement in the case.But even if I know, the direction of my actions probably won't change in any way.One thing that can influence my direction is that Mary herself is in danger, and there is no indication that she is in critical condition.On the contrary, everyone seems to have the same idea, ignoring the signs that she may have committed a crime.As for Mr. Gritz, I soon learned that he was a formidable adversary, if he showed suspicion... and Mr. Raymond, I soon decided that he was the most relentless and unknowing enemy. He also has complete confidence in Mary... If these two gentlemen are suspicious, I will be alarmed.However, they did not become suspicious of Mary, and I was also influenced by their attitude, mistakenly thinking that everything was safe, not worried about her safety at all, and went about my life as usual.And yet I remained terribly apprehensive about my situation.As long as Hannah exists, I shall have no peace.Knowing that the police were determined to track down Hannah's whereabouts, I kept calculating which dangerous move to take next. At this time I was in a rather miserable position, for instead of winning Mary Leavenworth's favor, I had lost my hold on her.Not only was she utterly terrified of the murder which led to her inheriting her uncle's fortune, but I believe she was under the influence of Mr. Raymond and showing signs of something which made her less and less of her former self, which I had hoped Win her over by killing Mr. Leavenworth.But this development almost drives me crazy.I tried my best to restrain my emotions, and my mind was close to collapse every day at work.Several times I stopped what I was doing, wiped the pen down and put it down, thinking I couldn't hold back any longer, but in the end I was always able to pick up the pen and work again.Mr. Raymond was sometimes amazed to see me in the seat of my late employer.God!This position is my only shield.I try my best to keep the thoughts of the murder case in my mind, only in this way can I control myself from making thoughtless actions. In the end, I could no longer suppress the anguish in my heart.I went downstairs with Mr. Raymond one evening, and I saw a strange gentleman standing in the drawing-room, looking at Mary eagerly, even though I didn't hear him whisper: "But you are my wife. , no matter what you say or do, you know you are my wife!" Even if I didn't hear this sentence, my blood was boiling. This scene was like a bolt from the blue to my life.I sacrificed for her, and I was astonished and furious to hear someone claim to have her first!I was so angry that I had to yell, or I would give him a fatal blow in the height of hatred.I didn't dare to scream, so I decided to hit it head-on.I first asked Mr. Raymond for his name, and knowing that he was the Claflin I had in mind, I cast aside all vigilance, reason, and common sense, and accused him in anger of being the murderer of Mr. Leavenworth. . Then I regretted it and hoped to swallow all the words I said.My accusations against a person with zero taint will only attract others to doubt me!It's a pity that once a word is spoken, it's hard to follow.After a night of thinking, I decided to make amends: to justify my behavior with strange and chaotic reasons, so that not only can I return to my original position, but it can also clear up Mr. Raymond’s suspicion of me, otherwise Making unwarranted accusations against him will only endanger my own safety.But I shall not go any further, nor would I have gone any further had it not been for my observation that Mr. Raymond seemed to suspect Mr. Claflin.When I observed this, I was immediately overwhelmed by thoughts of revenge. I asked myself, is there a way to get this man charged?If I hadn't overheard the whispered conversation between the two servants, my asking myself wouldn't have yielded anything concrete.I heard them say that Mr. Claflin was seen entering the house on the night of the murder, but no one saw him leave.I therefore made up my mind.With this fact as a starting point, what can't I do?Hannah is a stumbling block.As long as she lives, I'm hopeless.I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and get my revenge on Mr. Claflin. But how to proceed?How do I get to her in person without her going out, or kill her without raising new suspicions?This problem seems to be unsolvable, but Truman Havel has played the role of machine for a long time, and it is not necessarily fruitless.After thinking about it for less than a day, I realized that the only way to achieve my goal was to trick her into killing me. As soon as this idea matures, I will implement it immediately.I know the stakes are high, so proceed with caution.I shut myself in a room and wrote her a letter in print because she made it clear to me that she couldn't read.Taking advantage of her ignorance, foolish enthusiasm, and Irish superstition, I wrote to her that I dreamed of her every night, and wondered if she dreamed of me.I was very afraid that she didn't have one, so I attached a talisman to the letter. If you follow the instructions, it can bring her an extremely beautiful dream.I told her to burn the letter first, and then, holding a carefully enclosed letter in her hand, swallow the packet of powder I enclosed, and go to bed. The powder is highly poisonous, and the letter, as you know, is a forged confession intended to put Henry Claflin in the wrong.我将全部东西放入信封内，在角落划下暗号，然后根据约定将信件寄给贝尔登夫人。 接下来我心情不定，那是我最痛苦的一段时间。尽管我故意没有在信件里写下我的名字，但我感觉到被识破的可能性仍然非常大。只要她稍微走偏了我为她策划的路径，必定就会产生致命的结果。如果她打开了我附上的那封信、对药粉不信任、将秘密告诉贝尔登夫人，或是连我的信都没有烧掉，那么一切的心血就将付诸东流。除了报纸上的报导以外，我无从得知计划进行的结果。 你觉察到我一直对身边所有人察言观色了吗？你注意到我抢着看《电讯报》吗？或是门铃响起时我陡然一震的模样吗？几天后，我在报纸上看到短短的一段报道，因而确定让我担忧的那个女人死了，我的心血没有白费，你感到我有如释重负的感觉了吗？ 说这些有什么用？六个小时后，格里茨先生传唤我，然后——其他的就让监狱的高墙和这份自白书告诉你们吧，我已经丧失言语或行动的能力了。