taste, or changed his mind from other motives, and chose the dagger.
These arrangements made, I walked out, leaving the gas burning, locked
the door with my vise, and went to bed.
Simon's death was not discovered until nearly 3 in the afternoon. The
servant, astonished at seeing the gas burning--the light streaming on
the dark landing from under the door--peeped through the keyhole and
saw Simon on the bed. She gave the alarm. The door was burst open, and
the neighborhood was in a fever of excitement.
Everyone in the house was arrested, myself included. There was an
inquest; but no clue to his death beyond that of suicide could be
obtained. Curiously enough, he had made several speeches to his
friends the preceding week, that seemed to point to self-destruction.
One gentleman swore that Simon had said in his presence that "he was
tired of life." His landlord affirmed that Simon, when paying him
his last month's rent, remarked that "he should not pay him rent much
longer." All the other evidence corresponded--the door locked inside,
the position of the corpse, the burnt papers. As I anticipated, no one
knew of the possession of the diamond by Simon, so that no motive was
suggested for his murder. The jury, after a prolonged examination,
brought in the usual verdict, and the neighborhood once more settled
down into its accustomed quiet.
_5. Animula_
The three months succeeding Simon's catastrophe I devoted night and day
to my diamond lens. I had constructed a vast galvanic battery, composed
of nearly two thousand pairs of plates--a higher power I dared not use,
lest the diamond should be calcined. By means of this enormous engine
I was enabled to send a powerful current of electricity continually
through my great diamond, which it seemed to me gained in luster
every day. At the expiration of a month I commenced the grinding and
polishing of the lens, a work of intense toil and exquisite delicacy.
The great density of the stone, and the care required to be taken with
the curvatures of the surfaces of the lens, rendered the labor the
severest and most harassing that I had yet undergone.
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