Part 34 (1/2)
”She does not suffer very much at present. But she has suffered in the past, the most terrible suffering that you can imagine: since the moment when her two children were run over before her eyes, night and day she had the horrible spectacle of their death before her eyes, without a moment's interruption, for she never slept for a single second. Think of the torture of it! To see her children dying through all the hours of the long day and all the hours of the interminable night!”
”Nevertheless,” Renine objected, ”it is not to drive away that picture that she commits murder?”
”Yes, possibly,” said M. de Lourtier, thoughtfully, ”to drive it away by sleep.”
”I don't understand.”
”You don't understand, because we are talking of a madwoman ... and because all that happens in that disordered brain is necessarily incoherent and abnormal?”
”Obviously. But, all the same, is your supposition based on facts that justify it?”
”Yes, on facts which I had, in a way, overlooked but which to-day a.s.sume their true significance. The first of these facts dates a few years back, to a morning when my old nurse for the first time found Hermance fast asleep. Now she was holding her hands clutched around a puppy which she had strangled. And the same thing was repeated on three other occasions.”
”And she slept?”
”Yes, each time she slept a sleep which lasted for several nights.”
”And what conclusion did you draw?”
”I concluded that the relaxation of the nerves provoked by taking life exhausted her and predisposed her for sleep.”
Renine shuddered:
”That's it! There's not a doubt of it! The taking life, the effort of killing makes her sleep. And she began with women what had served her so well with animals. All her madness has become concentrated on that one point: she kills them to rob them of their sleep! She wanted sleep; and she steals the sleep of others! That's it, isn't it? For the past two years, she has been sleeping?”
”For the past two years, she has been sleeping,” stammered M. de Lourtier.
Renine gripped him by the shoulder:
”And it never occurred to you that her madness might go farther, that she would stop at nothing to win the blessing of sleep! Let us make haste, monsieur! All this is horrible!”
They were both making for the door, when M. de Lourtier hesitated. The telephone-bell was ringing.
”It's from there,” he said.
”From there?”
”Yes, my old nurse gives me the news at the same time every day.”
He unhooked the receivers and handed one to Renine, who whispered in his ear the questions which he was to put.
”Is that you, Felicienne? How is she?”
”Not so bad, sir.”
”Is she sleeping well?”
”Not very well, lately. Last night, indeed, she never closed her eyes. So she's very gloomy just now.”
”What is she doing at the moment?”
”She is in her room.”