Diary of a Madman Page #2

This is terrible, Robert, I...

If anything, I wanted to help him.

You had to defend yourself.

It was an accident.

Besides, I'd say you did help him.

This is a much easier way to die.

For the next two days,

I returned home

from my work at the court

with the death of the murderer Girot

still on my mind.

Despite Rennedon's assurance

of my innocence,

somehow the accident

still disturbed me,

and I could not rid myself

of the depression

that weighed so heavily.

- Good evening, sir.

- Good morning, Pierre.

Sir, I'll tell you Louise's secret.

She's preparing your favorite dinner,

baked lamb!

Oh, that's fine, but I...

I think I need a cognac before.

- In the study, please.

- Yes, sir.

Well, Kiki, you're in fine voice.

You must have been practicing

all clay.

And just because you've been

so industrious,

you, too, are going

to have a special dinner.

There you are.

Pierre!

Sir.

Why did you put this back in here?

I...? But I haven't even seen it

since you...

Would I do such a thing?

But it was hanging there

on the wall, Pierre.

Who's been in the house?

Only Louise and myself.

Pierre, what is it?

What has happened?

I... I'm not sure.

You remember the large photograph

of Mrs. Cordier and the boy?

Oh, the one that used to be

in the study?

It was back there tonight.

But how could that be?

It was put away in that trunk

with the other things.

Yes.

"Hatred is Evil."

Those were Girot's words.

Sir?

Pierre.

Somebody must have been up here.

First, the picture, and then...

then the writing on the pedestal.

Writing?

Yes, in the dust there.

It was there!

Perhaps it's just the light.

You only thought that...

Pierre, I'm not in the habit

of seeing things that do not exist.

Of course not, sir.

Why is this happening?

They've been dead so long.

I thought the past was behind me.

I put the cognac in the study, sir.

Thank you.

- Well?

- It's very strange.

He looks so pale.

Perhaps he's ill.

I'll see if he'll have dinner.

Sir, shall I tell Louise

to serve dinner?

Pierre, you had ample time to know

Mrs. Cordier well before she died.

Why, yes, sir.

You know that both she and the boy

meant a great deal to me.

Of course, sir.

Perhaps memories are suddenly

unlocked in a man's mind.

And he has dreams, nightmares.

I can only surmise

that such memories of my wife

and my son have returned.

Pierre, after I have gone

to sleep at night,

have I ever left my bedroom?

I'm not sure I understand, sir.

But I mean sleepwalked,

wandered in my sleep

because of a dream, a nightmare...

I don't know, sir.

Our room is in the other wing.

I must have.

There has to be

a logical explanation.

Tell Louise that I'll have

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