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My friend Dupin was now certain that the murders in the Rue Morgue had been done by a wild animal of the jungle, the manlike animal known as an Orangutan. The animal had escaped from its owner, he thought and the owner was probably a sailor. He had put a notice in the newspaper that the man who owned the Orangutan could have it again if he came to our house to get it. Now, as the owner came to our door, we were both wondering if that man would, as Dupin guessed, be a sailor.
That unusual Frenchman, August Dupin, was still explaining to me how he found the answer to the question of who murdered the two women in the house on the Rue Morgue. We now knew that it was indeed possible for the killer to go in and again out one of the windows and still leave them both firmly closed, locked on the inside. And I agreed with Dupin when he said that only someone with very special strength and training could have gone up the lightning rod on the side of the house an thus entered the window. But who the murderer was, we still did not know.
"Let us now take ourselves again, in our thoughts, to the room where the murders were done. What shall we first look for? The way the murderers escaped. All right. We agree. I am sure that we do not have to look for anything outside of nature, for anything not having a real form, a body. The killers were not spirits, they were real. They could not go through the walls. Then how did they escape? There is only one way to reason on that subject and it must lead us to the answer. Let us look, one at a time, at the possible ways to escape. it is clear that the killers were in the room where the daughter was found. From this room they must have escaped. How?"
"There must be an answer! There must! Let us go to the house and see what we can see. I know the head of the police, and he will allow us to do so and this will be interesting and give us some pleasure."
Paris, July 7, 1840. In the early morning today the people in the western part of the city were awakened from their sleep by cries of terror, which came, it seemed, from a house in the street called the Rue Morgue. The only persons living in the house were an old woman, Mrs. L'Espanaye and her daughter. Several neighbors and a policeman ran toward the house, but by the time they reached it the cries had stopped. When no one answered their calls, they forced the door open. As they rushed in they heard voices, two voices. They seemed to come from above. The group hurried from room to room, but they found nothing until they reached the fourth floor. There they found a door that was firmly closed, locked, with the key inside. Quickly they forced the door open and they saw spread before them a bloody sickening scene - a scene of horror!
Paris! In Paris it was, in the summer of 1840. There I first met that strange and interesting young fellow, August Dupin.
Dupin was the last member of a well-known family, a family which had once been rich and famous. He himself, however, was far from rich. He cared little aobut money. He had enough to buy the most necessary things of life and a few books. He did not trouble himself about the rest, just books. With books he was happy.
We first met when we were both trying to find the same books. As it was a book which few had ever heard of, this chance brought us together in an old bookstore. Later we met again in the same store. Then again in another bookstore. Soon we began to talk.
Berawal dari keinginan yang mendalam disertai niat tulus dan mulia untuk semakin memperdalam kemampuan Bahasa Inggris ("hooeekk"), saya, sejak beberapa minggu terakhir ini sedang lebay dengan semua hal bernuansa Inggris. Tapi, tidak dengan kecap Inggris atau pisau Inggris.
Paling lebay sih dengan semua bacaan Inggris. Saya gak tau, sudah sampai di mana saya melakukan penjelajahan untuk mencari harta karun yang tak ternilai harganya, e-book in English.
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