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1、Why were the murders so brutal” How did the Murderer get out of the house? So Many questionsand no anwers.The secret, said Auguste Dupin, is to ask the right questions. Then you will find the answers 1 My fried Auguste DupinI met Monsieur Auguste Dupin while I was living in Paris during the spring a

2、nd summer of 1839.This young Frenchman was from an old and famous family, but the family was now very poor and Dupin only had a little money to live on. He ate and drank very little, bought no clothes, and lived very quietly. Books were the love of his life, and in Paris it is easy to get books.Our

3、first meeting was in a small bookshop in the Rue Montmartre. We were looking for the same old book, and that is how our conversation began. We met again and again, and were soon very friendly.He knew much more about books than I did. Conversation with a man like him was very helpful for my studies,

4、and after a time we agreed to find a house and live there together for the time of my stay in Paris.We found a house in a quiet street in the Faubourg ST. Germain. It was a very old house, and was neither beautiful nor comfortable. But it was right for us, and our strange way of life.We saw no visit

5、ors, had no friends, and lived only for the night. When morning came, we closed all the shutters on our windows, and in this half-light we spent the day reading, writing, or talking, until the true darkness came.Then we went out into the streets, and walked for hours among the wild lights and shadow

6、s of the crowded city.During these night walks I learnt how clever my fried was. He could think so clearly and understood so much! He could read other peoples thoughts as easily as writing on a wall. He often said, with a laugh, that people had windows in their faces and that he could see through th

7、em. Sometimes he read my thoughts in ways that surprised me very much.One night we were walking down a long street near the Jardin du Luxembourg. We were both thinking, and for fifteen minutes we did not say a word. Then, suddenly, Dupin said:He cannot write tragedy, thats true. Hes much better at w

8、riting his funny pieces for the newspaper.Oh yes, I agree with that. He-Then I stopped, astonished. Dupin,I said, I do not understand. How could you possibly know that I was thinking about-?Again, I stooped. Did Dupin really know who I was thinking about?About Chantilly, Dupin said. You were saying

9、to yourself that he was a good writer, but he cannot write tragedy.Yes, thats true, I said. I was thinking that. But tell me,please! How did you know?This Chantilly wrote for one of the Paris newspapers. He wrote about Paris and Parisians in a way that was both clever and very funny. But then he wro

10、te a book, a long story about the ancient Greeks, and Phaedra, the wife of King Theseus. It was , everybody in Paris agreed, a very bad book.It was the apple-seller, replied my friend. The apple-seller began the thoughts that took you to Chantilly and his book.The apple-seller!I said, astonished. Bu

11、t I dont know any apple-sellers.My fried was happy to explain. Some minutes ago we passed an apple-seller, who was carrying a big box of apples on his head, taking them to the fruit market. He didnt see you, and you had to jump out of his way. There were holes in the street, and you turned your foot

12、 in one of these holes and nearly fell.I remembered this now, but how did the apple-seller take us to Chantilly?You looked around, my friend went on, and saw all the other holes and broken stones in the street, and then you looked up, a little angrily, to see the name of the street. You were thinkin

13、g, I am sure, that it was a dangerous street to walk down in the dark, when you could not easily see the holes.Then we turned a corner into the Rue Racine. Here, the stones were new and unbroken, and you looked up, pleased, to find the name of this street. This name began a new thought. You smiled a

14、 little and shook your head. The famous Racine , who wrote a play about Phaedra in 1677,was a better writer than Chantilly will ever be. And you remembered that when Chantillys book first came out, the bookshops called Chantilly “The new Racine”. Everybody in that you were thinking of that when you

15、smiled. And when you shook your head, I knew you were thinking of poor Chantillys book. 2 The murdersNot long after that night, we were looking through the Gazette, an evening newspaper, when we saw this: TERRIBLE MURDERSAt about three oclock this mornig people living in the St.Roch Qurter were woke

16、n from sleep by a number of terrible screams. The screams came from the fourth floor of a house in the Rue Morgue, which belongs to a Madame LEspanaye, and her daughter, Mademoiselle Camille LEspanaye.Eight or ten of the neighbours, and two policemen, ran to the house. There was no answer to their k

17、nocking,so they broke down the door.When they got into the house,the screams stopped,but while they were running up the stairs,they could hear two angry voices at the top of the house. When they arrived at the second floor, the voices stopped and everything was silent. The neighbors hurried from roo

18、m to room but found nothing until they came to a large room at the back of the house on the fourth floor.This room was locked,with the key on the inside. They broke the door open and saw in the room something which was both horrible and astonishing.Chairs and tables were broken and lay in pieces eve

19、rywhere. There was one bed, and the mattress from it was now on the floor in the middle of the room. In front of the Fireplace on the floor was a razor, with blood on it , and some long grey hair, with blood on the end. Also on the floor were three large silver spoons, and two bags, which contained

20、nearly four thousand francs in gold. A small strong-box was found under the mattress床褥. It was open, with the key in the lock, and contained only a few old letters.At first they thought there was nobody in the room, but when they looked up the chimney, they found （horrible to describe!） The dead bod

21、y of the daughter, head downwards. It was difficult to pull the body out because the chimney烟囱 was so narrow. The body was still warm.There were deep cuts on the face, and around the neck there were dark bruises and the marks of fingers.The neighbours looked in all the other rooms, then went down in

22、to the small yard at the back of the house. There they found the dead body of Madame LEspanaye. Her neck was very deeply cut, and when they tried to lift her, the head fell off. There were terrible bruises all over the body.At the moment, the police say, there are no answers to this horrible mystery

23、.3 What the witnesses said Dupin said nothing about these horrible murders that evening, but I knew he was interested, because the next day he opened the morning newspaper at once. There was a lot more about the mystery. THE TRAGEDY IN THE RUE MORGUE The police have talked to many people about this

24、terrible tragedy. This is what witnesses have said, but nothing so far can explain the mystery in any way. Pauline Dubourg,washerwoman Ive known Madame and her daughter for three years.I do their washing for them and they pay very well.People say that the old lady was rich,but I dont know about that

25、.i never saw anybody in the house when I went to get the washing or to take it back.I think they lived only on the fourth floor of the house. Pierre moreau,shopkeeperI have lived all my life in this quarter. The house in the Rue Morgue belongs to Madame LEspnaye,and she and her daughter have lived t

26、here for six years.Madame sometimes came into my shop,but I didnt see the daughter very often.The two of them lived very quietly.In six years I never saw anybody go into their house except the postman and the doctor.Many other neighbours said the same thing.There were no visitors to the house,either

27、 friends or family.The shutters of the windows,front and back,were nearly always closed,except for the large back room on the fourth floor. Isodore Muset, policeman I was called to the house in the Rue Morgue at about three oxlock in the morning,and found twenty or thirty people at the front door.Th

28、e screams from a person or people inside the house were very loud,but they stopped suddenly when we broke the front door down.I was the first up the stairs and when I reached the first floor,I could hear two angry voices,arguing loudly.One was a deep voice,the other high and shrilla very strange voi

29、ce.The deep voice was that of a Frenchman.Im sure it wasnt a womans voice. I could hear the words “diable”and “Mon Dieu”.The shril voice was a foreigner,perhaps a man or perhaps a woman.I couldnt hear any words,but the language was Spanish,I think. Henri Duval,a neighbourI agree with what Isodore Mu

30、set has said,except about the voices.The shril voice was speaking in ItalianIm sure it wasnt French.No,I dont know Italian myself,but Im sure it sounded like Italian words.I knew Madame L.and her daughter,and it certainly wasnt either of their voices. Jan Odenheimer,kitchen workerI was walking past the house when I heard those long,terrible screams,and I was one of the people who went into the building and heard the voices on the stairs. I am from Holland and