very dangerous. At once I understood just how horrible these murders were. Your drawing of the marks made by the fingers,' I said is just as the book describes the orang-outang's hand. Also the book describes its orangey-brown hair, which sounds just like the hair you showed me. But I still can't understand this terrible mystery. People heard two voices arguing-and the other voice was the voice of a Frenchman. Everybody agreed about that. "True, said Dupin. "And you will remember two of the words they heard on Dieu. When do we say this? When we are angry, afraid, surprised, unhappy I have thought about these words and made a little picture of this Frenchman, which will answer all the questions in this mystery. This is my picture. A Frenchman brings home an orang-outang from the East Indian Islands, but one night the animal escapes from him. Our Frenchman follows it through the city, trying to catch it. When the orang-outang gets into the house in the Rue Morgue, the Frenchman sees what happens, but cannot catch the animal or stop it killing the two women. if Is this picture a true on Of course, I don't know. But I am right, the Frenchman himself is innocent of these murders. And if he is innocent, perhaps he will answer my advertisement. I left it at the office of Le Monde newspaper on our way home last night Dupin gave me a piece of paper, and I read this: