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“I was very dreadfully nervous.” Melvin admitted. “But surely not mad!”
“I never said you were mad.” Said Dr. Conroy, the forensic psychologist of the prison. “In fact, I believe you Melvin, I believe in your sanity Melvin.”
“If you believed, I would not be sitting in front of you!” Melvin said stely.
“Well, I suppose I would be able to help you, if you told me what had happened.” Dr. Conroy said in a placid calming voice.
Dr. Conroy’s words seemed to convince him to some extent. Biting his nails, Melvin began his story. “It’s unclear how initially the image was visualized in my mind. But the moment I had the idea, I knew it would not leave me.” He expressed with anxiety. “My motivation was neither passion nor desire for money, but rather a fear of the old man’s evil eye.”
“Would you describe the eye, Melvin?”
“He has a clouded, pale, blue "vulture-like" eye.” Melvin was picturing the old man’s eye with every detail. “Whenever his eyes bored into mine, my blood curdled. And so I determined to slay him and get free of the eye.”
“Here is the point.” Melvin whispered anxiously. “You may condemn me mad, but my precision in committing the murder proves that I caot possibly be insane.”
Taking down some notes, Dr. Conroy nodded his head in approval.
Melvin continued eagerly, “For seven consecutive nights, I opened the door ever so cautiously, then when I was just inside, I opened my lante just enough so that one small ray of light would cast its tiny ray upon "the vulture eye." The following moing, I would go into the old man's chamber and speak to him with such cordiality and friendship.”
“I can tell that your measured actions are not those of a mad man.” Dr. Conroy remarked, pretending to be impressed.
Melvin, blessed with Conroy’s words, went on, “On the eighth night, unlike the preceding nights, the old man awakened after my hand slipped and made a noise, interrupting my nightly ritual. But I did not draw back and, after some time, decided to open my lante. The old man remained still and most probably frightened. A single thin ray of light shined out and landed precisely on the "evil eye", revealing that it was wide open. Hearing the old man's heart beating loudly and dangerously fast from terror, I decided to strike, jumping out with a loud yell and smothering the old man with his own bed.” He uttered each word with ardor in his eyes.
“What happened to the old man corpse?” Dr. Conroy asked scrupulously. “It is written that the body was dismembered. How did you plan that?”
“When I heard the man's heart stop beating, I removed the bed and made sure the old man was actually dead. So I cut him up, hided his remains under the floorboards and ensured the concealment of all signs of the crime.”
Dr. Conroy, almost sure of his diagnosis, asked, “How did the police head out to the old man’s chamber? And how did you manage their visit?”
“The old man's scream during the night caused a neighbor to report to the police, who I bade in to thoroughly search all over the house. I was calm. I had no reason to be distressed or turbulent, as I had got rid of the evil eye.” Melvin replied, chuckling cruelly. “I claimed the screams heard were my own in a nightmare and that the old man was absent in the town. Confident that they will not find any evidence of the murder, I brought chairs for them and they sat in the old man's room, on the very spot where the body was concealed, and suspected nothing, as I had a very pleasant and easy maer about him.” Melvin smiled, being reminded by his victory.
“So it seems that everything went perfectly well due to your accurate scheme. What did happen afterwards Melvin?”
“I began to feel uncomfortable and noticed a ringing in my ears. As the ringing grew louder, I came to the conclusion that it was the heartbeat of the old man coming from under the floorboards.” As he continued, Melvin went hysterical recalling the incident. “The sound increased steadily, though the officers seemed to pay no attention to it. Terrified by the violent beating of the heart, and convinced that the officers were aware not only of the heartbeat, but also of my guilt, I broke down and confessed, telling them to tear up the floorboards to reveal the remains of the old man's body!” by the time Melvin finished his story, he ran completely berserk.
With his serenity, Dr. Conroy wrote down on the bottom of the prescription paper Paranoia.
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