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"You mean he let you out alone, all alone?"
"Yes, of course, for I threatened to tell the doctor everything if
he didn't."
"You wouldn't have dared do that."
"No, that's true," smiled Varna slyly. "But Gyuri was afraid I
might do it, for he isn't always strong enough to frighten me with
his eyes. Those were the hours when I could make him afraid--I
liked those hours--"
"What did you do when you were out alone at night?"
"I just walked about. I set fire to a tree in the woods once, then
the rain came and put it out. Once I killed a dog and another time
I cut through the bridge supports. That took me several hours to do
and made me very tired. But it was such fun to know that people
would be worrying and fussing about who did it."
Varna rubbed his hands gleefully. He did not look the least bit
malicious but only very much amused. The doctor groaned. Gyuri's
great body trembled, his arms shook, but he did not make a single
voluntary movement. He saw the revolver in Muller's hand and felt
the keen grey eyes resting on him in pitiless calm.
"And now tell us about the pastor?" said the detective in a firm
clear voice.
"Oh, he was a dear, good gentleman," said No. 302 with an expression
of pitying sorrow on his face. "I owed him much gratitude; that's
why I put the roses in his hand."
"Yes, but you murdered him first."
"Of course, Gyuri told me to."
"And why?"
"He hated the pastor, for the old gentleman had no confidence in
him."
"Is this true?" Muller turned to the doctor.
"I did not notice it," said Orszay with a voice that showed deep
sorrow.
"And you?" Muller's eyes bored themselves into the orbs of the young
giant, now dulled with fear.
Gyuri started and shivered. "He looked at me sharply every now and
then," he murmured.
"And that was why he was killed?"
The warder's head sank on his breast.
"No, not only for that reason," continued No. 302. "Gyuri needed
money again. He ordered me to bring him the silver candlesticks
off the altar."
"Murder and sacrilege," said the detective calmly.
"No, I did not rob the church. When I had buried the reverend
gentleman I heard the cock crowing. I was afraid I might get home
here too late and I forgot the candlesticks. I had to stop to wash
my hands in the brook. While I was there I saw shepherd Janci coming
along and I hid behind the willows. He almost discovered me once,
but Janci's a dreamer, he sees things nobody else sees--and he doesn't
see things that everybody else does see. I couldn't help laughing at
his sleepy face. But I didn't laugh when I came back to the asylum.
Gyuri was waiting for me at the door. When he saw that I hadn't
brought the candlesticks he beat me and tortured me worse than he'd
ever done before."
"And you didn't tell anyone?"
"Why, no; because I was afraid that if I told on him, I'd never be
able to go out again."
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