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.
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