The cellar in which I contemplated this vile deed was well suited for this purpose.
Its walls were not very well constructed, and had lately been plastered over with a rough plaster.
The dampness of the room had prevented this plaster from becoming hard.
In addition, there was a projection of the wall caused by a false chimney which had been covered up and made to resemble the rest of the cellar.
I was sure I could tear the wall down, put the body inside, replace bricks and mortar, and plaster so that no one would be the wiser.
My confidence in my ability proved correct.
I had no difficulty removing the brick with a crowbar, and in a few minutes,