"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."
"And you, quite alone, could carry the pastor's body out of his
room?"
"I am very strong.
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