“What does this mean?” murmured Gyuri, turning pale.
“It means that the best thing for you to do is to stand up against that wall and fold your arms on your breast,” said Muller firmly. He took a revolver from his pocket and laid it beside him on the turning-lathe. The young giant, cowed by the sight of the weapon, obeyed the commands of this little man whom he could have easily crushed with a single blow.
Dr. Orszay sank down on the chair beside the door. Muller, now completely master of the situation, turned to the insane man who stood looking at him in a surprise which was mingled with admiration.
“And now, my dear Cardillac, you must tell us of your great deeds here,” said the detective in a friendly tone.
The unfortunate man bent over him with shining eyes and whispered: “But you’ll shoot him first, won’t you?”
“Because he won’t let me say a word without beating me. He is so cruel. He sticks pins into me if I don’t do what he wants.”
“Gyuri would have treated me worse than ever then. I am a coward, sir, I’m so afraid of pain and he knew that--he knew that I was afraid of being hurt and that I’d always do what he asked of me. And because I don’t like to be hurt myself I always finished them off quickly.”
“Why, there was Red Betty, he wanted her money.”
The man at the wall moved when he heard this terrible accusation. But the detective took up his revolver again. “Be quiet there!” he called, with a look such as he might have thrown at an angry dog. Gyuri stood quiet again but his eyes shot flames and great drops stood out on his forehead.
“Now go on, friend Cardillac,” continued the detective. “We were talking about Red Betty.”
“I strangled her. She did not even know she was dying. She was such a weak old woman, it really couldn’t have hurt her.”
“No, certainly not,” said Muller soothingly, for he saw that the thought that his victim might have suffered was beginning to make the madman uneasy. “You needn’t worry about that. Old Betty died a quiet death. But tell me, how did Gyuri know that she had money?”
“The whole village knew it. She laid cards for people and earned a lot of money that way. She was very stingy and saved every bit. Somebody saw her counting out her money once, she had it in a big stocking under her bed. People in the village talked about it. That’s how Gyuri heard of it.”
