That evening my friend would not answer any of my questions. But the next day he suddenly asked me, 'Did you see anything peculiar in that house in the Rue Morgue? I don't know why, but his question made me afraid. 'No nothing peculiar," I said. "Well, nothing more peculiar than what we both knew from the Gazette. Neither the Gazette nor the police said Dupin, understand much about these murders. The police are puzzled by all the questions which they cannot answer. What was the motive for the murders? Why were the murders so brutal? Whose were the voices? How could these people get out of the house when the neighbours were running up the stairs? Why was everything broken in the room? Why was the girl's body up the chimney? Why did the old lady have so many broken bones? I'm afraid the police are making the mistake that many